The world shutting down due to Covid has, for obvious reasons, somewhat curtailed this summer’s activities. Not a lot has been happening while this pandemic is brought more under control. We finally reached a point (at least for now) where restrictions were lifted enough, and Heather and I felt comfortable enough, that we could tentatively take up with the trip we had planned for Easter, just delayed by several months.
NASA SpaceX Demo-2 looking much more hopeful for launch this time round. Come on!
Nothing like watching a new era of space launches (assuming the weather gets out the way) #SpaceX #NASA
Somewhere in all the chaos of going into isolation thanks to COVID-19 (setting up home office to work from home, generally trying to work out shopping arrangements, etc) got lost the fact that just before all that Heather and I went to see the Stereophonics at the O2 Arena. It’s been ages since we saw them (we were supposed to a couple of years ago but didn’t because of snow). Supported by the too chatty The Wind And The Wave, the ‘Phonics were as awesome as we remembered.
Having (comparatively speaking) just been there, Heather and I made a quicker than normal return to Rochester. As well as being more or less our anniversary (and just short of seven years since that first trip, we weren’t there because of that. We were there because this time we were on a mission though—to see the Moon.
It’s been a while since a little bit of history, so we took the chance to see some fairly ancient history, about 3000-years old, with a rather extravagant, and expensive, exhibition of the Treasures of Tutankhamun. That involved a trip to the posher parts of London and the new venue to us of the Saatchi Gallery; a trip complicated (as these things always seem to be) by transport closures which meant we had a little walk from Victoria (which strangely we could get straight to), arriving nicely in time for our timed ticket (though that was the point it decided to rain for the only time of the day!)
I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.
We have a little pub crawl planned for —and by little I mean a crawl of the local Micropubs. There are two within walking distance of home but, more importantly, there are quite a few scattered along the route of the number 51 bus, starting in Sidcup and ending in Welling (or vice versa). And then a few more fairly easily connected to that, giving eleven (!) in total. To help plan I made a map: