||[Jul. 8th, 2006|02:45 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
I went to Blackheath on my bike this morning. I managed to get about halfway up Blackheath Hill without stopping, which is pretty good for me really. I think being able to get all the way up without stopping is a good an realistic target to aim at. I ought to cycle more.|
Blackheat Village is lovely, isn't it. I got a good haul in the Oxfam shop (three books and a grow your own flesh eating plants kit (not suitable for children under 5 years old) which was reduced from £6.99 to £1.99 so I couldn't really not buy it could I? I bought sausages in the nice looking butcher's shop, and bread and pate in the quite expensive really little mini-market - not yer average convenience store. Incidentally, you know those little Soil Association stickery things you get on organic bread - are they edible?
After that I stopped off at Blackheath Point to take a few photos, and watch a load of black smoke rising over Bermondsey. Now I'm at home watching the tennis, and using the not-at-all shallow way of thinking traditional when watching tennis, I'm cheering on Justine Henin-Hardenne because Amelie Mauresmo appears to look like a man. What?