Back to the Thames river, rebuilding a BBQ and other tasks.
The mobile phone Sally picked up.
Charging back home, clearly robust.
Having lost the beautiful 15 foot board before, I had my eye on another pice, to be used as the lintel of the BBQ
Headed up to the galaxy.
Readjusting straps.
Yes. It was heavy.
Loaded, right up to the dash.
Back home, unloaded.
While unloading, there was a noise, a beautiful noise out in the road.
Sally went to check.....
We had a socially distanced lunch and afternoon with friends Kevin and Teresa in Maidstone.
Came home with a pack of quarry tiles, almost enough to re-tile the BBQ
That meant that the weekend was over.
More late.