Late Junction to start an early morning.
The show is always something pretty special around this time of year.
I never understand why some folk listen to Late Junction... late. I'd just nod off to be honest.
For me it is the perfect early morning listening to set me up for the rest of the day.
I had a burst of work shifts, and then disappeared for a mid-morning swim.
I noticed that the elephant feet plants in the garden are starting to flower already.
My route cycling along the Trail was blocked by a fallen tree.
And then once in the water, I ticked off the 40 lengths in a lane to myself, and then was back at base for an afternoon of work.
I attempted a mad dash of a gardening session before sunset.
It was bloody wet and messy out there.
I gave up after raking a pile of leaves off the lawn.
Rock 'n' Roll Wednesday came to a close with some bloody housework, ahead of escaping to South London in the morning.