A dry cold sunny day today. Pancakes for breakfast, as a rather idle morning, both of us feeling tired after our journey home yesterday. Apart from a short walk to Thompson's Park for some fresh air before lunch, I started makking the dough for a batch of bread, then spent time writing, and hunting for photos taken on one of my locum visits to Mojacar, in 2016 or 17. This was prompted by reading an article about a pilgrimage camino in Spain from Orijuela to Caravaca. I recognized one photo in the article and felt sure I'd been there, but nothing more.
After searching through a couple of SD cards archived with the name of the camera they'd been used in, thousands of photos, I found a a batch of about thirty taken in Murcia which had never been identified and placed in a separate folder. Coupled with this Microsoft insisted on a full back up material to OneDrive, which I may not have needed, and couldn't find out how to abort. It meant I could do very litttle on line as uploading a couple of gigabytes of data consumes most of the bandwidth. I was nearly a year since I last did a back up of my desktop workstation, which I use seldom nowadays, as my work habits have changed.
It was gone four by the time I went out for a long walk. I composed several more haiku while I was out in Pontcanna Fields. Clare put the loaves I started earlier into the oven while I was out. After supper I spent the evening adding more to Jack's tale, until it was time for bed. The days just seem to fly past, not enough hours to get a satisfying amount of things done.
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