I have wanted to take a typewriter for a ride for a long time, and finally got around to it. Unfortunately a dog scared the birds away almost as soon as I sat down to type a picture of them, so I’m afraid this trio is all I can offer. However not to worry, I brought my swimming kit, so all is fine and dandy.
The water is 16.6 degrees C, about as warm as it will get this summer. The safer seas and rivers app tells me the water is also clean enough to swim in. I never venture in these days without checking. Southern Water has an abominable reputation for dumping untreated sewage into the sea, and this year was fined millions for its misdemeanours. But today all is looking pretty nice.
get up close and personal with your typing next time you hit the keys
The title of this post is the first line of a song from an album released in the 1980s … kudos to those who know it without googling it. Great song and its sentiment is truer than ever. I loved that artist. She lifted me up in my angsty years with her stories and cool blues chords…
Have a great day, fellow humans.
Edit: It seems more and more that people whose work you have loved for decades… disappoint you to the point of tears. The internet reveals the ugly things people say quicker than the blink of an eye.