This Sunday morning is not any Sunday morning. No Sir. It’s THAT Sunday morning. That Sunday once a month when we take a walk into Cranford Park and go take samples from the River Crane.
So this morning we got up at eight, got dressed and went straight to the park. Otherwise, we get up, make bacon and eggs for breakfast and then we sit there feeling full and not wanting to move.
We did wonder if it would be wet underfoot crossing Avenue Park or muddy and boggy on the path near the river, as Cranford Park is not well-drained in parts. However, it wasn’t either of these things, and we soon got a water sample. We measured the flow of the river, and the depth.
We headed back home, and I got straight into a most important task, that of grinding some beans and making a fresh pot of coffee.
Once that was done, and some relaxing Sunday tunes were fired up from Spotify, then I was able to get on with the next task, that of reporting our findings on the river. The data is collected and we get regular reports on how clean the river is (or not, after any pollution incident).
Next up, I thought, while I’ve got my laptop fired up and on my lap, I’ll got for today’s two hundred and fifty, so here it is!
What’s next of today’s agenda? After I’ve wrapped this up, it’s a trip to Costco to stock up on a few grocery items.
See you tomorrow!