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lprovenWent down to Canterbury to watch the end of Stage 1 of the Tour de France yesterday. It all went swimmingly: a very pleasant ride down, easy parking very close to Rheims Way, a good position on a roundabout opposite the old Norman castle and I was there in time to watch the Caravane go past first.
But after a myriad of support vehicles and ones pushing advertising, the actual peloton zoomed past in a couple of seconds and that was it. No breakaways, no nothing. A minute or two later, two stragglers came past, then the same interval before two more, then one final chap some 5-10min behind everyone else, and that was it. I'm very glad I went but I must admit it was a bit anticlimactic. At least at the Isle of Man TT, they do laps, so you get repeated chances to see them! I was impressed by the huge turnout to see it, too - as I was on Saturday for the Prologue, which I watched from Hyde Park Corner.
But in terms of time spent, I got a lot more entertainment from Canterbury Cathedral. I was faintly dismayed at how tatty it is in many places, outside and in, compared to, say, il Duomo di Milano, possibly the last great Mediaeval cathedral I spent so long exploring - but then, I think Canterbury is centuries older. Still a wonderful place, though.
Then a very pleasant run down along the south Coast to Hastings for dinner, where I scooped up some seawater and a few shells to enliven the seamonkeys' surroundings. They continue to prosper. Hard to tell if a seamonkey is happy or not, though. Alas, my first visit to Hastings was rather ruined by getting a parking ticket when I went off for a curry. Did about 250 miles yesterday, all in, and I'm knackered today as a result. Glad I did it while the weather held, though.
Speaking of small happy beasties, the mice are finally working out how to use the wheel I bought them some weeks ago, and one or 2 are in it virtually continuously now, producing a constant chorus of the grating screech of metal on metal. At least my fat little mice are turning into lean fit mice as a result.
I was thunderstruck a week or so back to go downstairs one morning to discover a purring Neffie and a dead mouse on the kitchen floor. I have no proof she caught it or indeed brought it in, but I can't see why any other cat would bring me one. She is really getting more and more catlike in her middle age.
The spare room is provisionally let out, too, to a mate of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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But after a myriad of support vehicles and ones pushing advertising, the actual peloton zoomed past in a couple of seconds and that was it. No breakaways, no nothing. A minute or two later, two stragglers came past, then the same interval before two more, then one final chap some 5-10min behind everyone else, and that was it. I'm very glad I went but I must admit it was a bit anticlimactic. At least at the Isle of Man TT, they do laps, so you get repeated chances to see them! I was impressed by the huge turnout to see it, too - as I was on Saturday for the Prologue, which I watched from Hyde Park Corner.
But in terms of time spent, I got a lot more entertainment from Canterbury Cathedral. I was faintly dismayed at how tatty it is in many places, outside and in, compared to, say, il Duomo di Milano, possibly the last great Mediaeval cathedral I spent so long exploring - but then, I think Canterbury is centuries older. Still a wonderful place, though.
Then a very pleasant run down along the south Coast to Hastings for dinner, where I scooped up some seawater and a few shells to enliven the seamonkeys' surroundings. They continue to prosper. Hard to tell if a seamonkey is happy or not, though. Alas, my first visit to Hastings was rather ruined by getting a parking ticket when I went off for a curry. Did about 250 miles yesterday, all in, and I'm knackered today as a result. Glad I did it while the weather held, though.
Speaking of small happy beasties, the mice are finally working out how to use the wheel I bought them some weeks ago, and one or 2 are in it virtually continuously now, producing a constant chorus of the grating screech of metal on metal. At least my fat little mice are turning into lean fit mice as a result.
I was thunderstruck a week or so back to go downstairs one morning to discover a purring Neffie and a dead mouse on the kitchen floor. I have no proof she caught it or indeed brought it in, but I can't see why any other cat would bring me one. She is really getting more and more catlike in her middle age.
The spare room is provisionally let out, too, to a mate of
alyxzandrauk's. Anyone got any recommendations for cheap removals companies?
