To the cinema again. No Time to Die. A smaller joy, and a greater amount of boringness. That Jimbo Bond is a berk with scant regard for railway bylaws, and for a while I was hoping he would die, but he won me round by briefly driving an old Toyota Land Cruiser like what salt-of-the-earth farmers do, while all the baddies drove the sort of Land Rovers you see outside a posh school.
To Essex for the Ensignbus Heritage Running Day which was fun. Great thanks and congratulations to everyone involved. Never seen so many mostly men crowded onto roundabouts and grassy knolls to take pictures.
I could have carefully formulated a plan to passenge on maximally interesting vehicles, but I didn’t, and such a plan would have been scuppered by my missing the early train. Still, got to see some bits of Essex and Kent I’d never seen before, and even had a ride on a ferry, which was more than enough joy.
Got some goat milk for splishing in tea. The carton boasts that most people can’t taste the difference between it and normal cow milk, which is interesting – they’re focusing on some possibly dubious claims that it’s healthier, but for me the appeal is that it tastes a bit different. Or maybe not – the goat milk I got happened to be fattier than the cow milk I’m used to (although semi- and skimmed versions are also available) so it’s not a fair test at all.