August bank holiday means Victorious Festival, which means I can’t park the car if I move it. So Thursday night, I found a parking space and left the car there until this morning. I figured I could walk everywhere, it would be novel.

On Friday afternoon I met up with Shaun, Myles, and the rest of the family, down Eastney beach. 20 minute walk in my head, 30 minutes later… After eventually arriving, I went paddling with Myles, and then went paddle boarding and fell in. After losing interest, we had a BBQ. I was very sleepy when I got home.

On Saturday, I had every intention of going into town but I woke up late and I don’t go to town after 10am if I can help it. I like town when it opens. Failing that, it’s opening hour. I can’t quite recall what I did Saturday… Um… Oh! That’s it! I went to the allotment with Shaun and Myles. Got picked up at Tescos. Arrived 5 minutes late.

On Sunday, I was in town by 1017. Apparently, tills don’t open until 1030. Well, that didn’t bother me — BAM! BAM! Done! Walking home by 1045. The most impressive thing about it: got most of what I needed.

I spent the rest of my bank holiday watching movies.

I will say, the wind was favourable all weekend, unlike last year. I heard the odd beat and bass, the odd warble, but it was as if Victorious wasn’t even there. Even the mass exodus at 11pm was more dribble than flood.

Bliss.