27°C, + humid

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Good deed for the day: I’m coming home through Walsall Wood, there is a wallet on the footpath. I’m picking it up and finding lots of credit cards, money and a driving license for Adam Engle. Hmm, need some thinking, a local woman appears with kids- walking home afer school no doubt. She tells me where the address is- not very far in the direction of Brownhills. So I rides over there, only about 500 yards and he’s walking up to his house. I call out "are you Adam Engle" – he is so the nesxt question- "have you lost something?". Clearly he has no idea so I give him the wallet, there’s no point trying to be clever.

"Thank you very much he says" and I ride home.

 

A close call for him, the helpful woman did say to me- " there’s not many who would do that" – meaning take his wallet back.

I’m sure most people would, but my reply was " it happened to me once so I know what it feels like".

I’d forgotten that incident back in Bristol.

 

…the sun continues to shine but maybe there could be rain later.

 

 

Bessie is still hopping.

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Printer Fury: printed a photo from Keffalonia- no yellow ink came through. So I cleaned the heads by hand, and ran a test page. The driver said "there is enough ink to print 21 pages like the last one". The next print refused to run because "ink is out". I hate this printer, and am saving up for a Hewlet Packard. Epson- you’ve blown it!

21°C,

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Poor wee dog, she’s hopping around with one front leg held up, it seems to be sprained. I wish she could just settle and rest rather than loyally follow me around the house, up and down the stairs and all. On her evening run yesterday she suddenly cried out and started hopping off one front leg. Maybe she turned it over in a pothole – I just didn’t see her do it.

 

driving: to work was funny today, every-so-often I’d clunk my hand into the door reaching for the gear-stick on the wrong side.

23°C,

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Back to the routine: 74 miles cycling though I am still living in Greek time so I woke very early.

I may update the last few entries with tales from Keffalonia, trouble is there is so much to write, I may end up typing none of it. It was probably the best holiday I have ever had. The photos are stunning but not as much as the landscape. I remember thinking during the time we were in Crete ( at least 15 years ago) that the spring must be the best time to visit the Med.

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For a more complete selection of full sized pictures see my photobucket gallery

It surns out that that Sony camera lived up to all my expectations, especially at the larger resolutions. It never ran out of battery power, nor was there any problem with file storage.

 

Driving on the right: Driving a Peugeot 307 has taught me to be more respectful of french cars that cut me up while I’m cycling. The mirrors are so small that the blind-spots are huge. you just can’t rely on them to see other road-users. though I didn’t mind it as a holiday hire-car, 307s are terrible- don’t buy one. the clutch pedal is uneven and unbalanced as are the brakes.