Jubilee Way

What with one thing and another, the first trip around Jubilee Way for around a week this morning. Maybe an hour and thirty minutes, so the times are holding up, despite being overtaken by younger cyclists at various points along the way. And even now, their passing does provoke a bit of extra pace for a hundred metres or so.

A first serious outing for the new mitts noticed at reference 1. They didn't stop the hands getting a bit cramped from time to time, but they certainly slowed that down and they did provide some welcome cushioning. Let's hope the cushioning does not get tested on the road - although I am confident that it would be a lot better than nothing. Presumably, if they suit, come the winter, I will need to buy a second pair, with fingers and with a bit more thermal insulation.

Some more caravans have arrived on Fair Green, not as many as last time.

While across the road there was a reasonably serious looking water leak. Not a burst main, but there was a fair amount of water about, a fair proportion of it running down the side of the road. Thames Water in attendance, with their chaps looking down the hole in an interested sort of way while they ate their sandwiches. No doubt we can expect some action in due course.

For the first time ever, Jenny's Café at Hook, opposite the library & community building, was shut, with a piece of A4 pasted to the door. Hopefully announcing nothing more terminal than a family beano for the Bank Holiday or the fermeture annuelle. This last being something that foreigners are quite keen on, and there are a lot of foreigners in the catering trade. From where I associate from the caravans above to the French word forain, the ancestor of our foreign, meaning a person working the fairs, from the days when anyone from more than a couple of villages away was a foreigner. The days when people, particularly ladies, were apt to pine away and die if they were chased out of their village.

Too lazy to cross the road to read the notice.

But not too lazy to stop for this new-to-me format of washer, picked up in Bridge Road. Having passed up on a much more ordinary washer somewhere in East Street. Jar getting quite full now.

From there to the small compost heap to extract the tropical looking tree which has sprouted over the past few days. There had been one a few weeks ago and I had thought about extraction, but never got around to it before it was buried. But on this occasion, BH took an interest, so she now has a baby avocado pear to look after. Sturdy two or three leaf shoot coming out of the large nut, now split open. Some fibrous roots coming out of the nut itself, rather than out of the root below, in the way of one of our acorns or horse chestnuts.

Not the orange that we had thought it was at all. Avocado not having come to mind at all, being a much less frequent purchase than oranges, grapefruit or even lemons.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2022/08/a-trolley-declined.html.