Regatta in beautiful weather.
Polo a little greyer
And the dark that follows.
It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.
The was walking and lunch and an exploding ear.
I was alive and awake in the day, just.
It’s interesting to see what is important, and what goes unnoticed.
The group missed, the people who mean that all the others exist.
Where are the leaders?
When you look through the rain the world looks distorted.
But knowing that doesn’t stop it looking that way at the time.
Size doesn’t matter if you want to help.
Well you find a tree with about 3 years growth, because it gives a nice balance of thin canes and logs and rubbish.
You quite often find the trees are rotten inside so couldn’t take the weight of full growth anyway.
And so the young growth is down, and the trunk neatly trimmed ready to start the 3 year cycle again.