Saturday marked the second anniversary of my stem cell transplant. With everything that’s happend since last year, it was a much more muted event. I did get a fantastic card from Jane.
As the weather was good (not too hot, but sunny), I took the 7 for a trip over to Sutton on Sea for fish and chips. Some things I learned:
The B roads between Newark and Sutton on Sea are much more fun to drive on than any of Lincolnshire’s A roads. Safer too, given the standard of driving demonstrated at roundabouts on the Boston ring road. A hint to Boston’s SUV drivers – you give way to traffic coming from your right, even if (especially if) it’s a strange little yellow car that you’ve just seen from your perch in the sky.
Mablethorpe has changed beyond recognition from the 1970s; Sutton on Sea hasn’t. Unless you really want to experience Blackpool packed into 500 yards – but without the benefit of the illuminations and trams – avoid Mablethorpe and head to Sutton on Sea instead.
Waldo’s fish and chip takeaway on the High Street serves a decent portion of cod and chips – and they’re incredibly well organised in dealing with the demands of COVID-19.
The 7’s fuel tank seems to have a range of around 230 miles. Fortunately I remembered to stop at a petrol station after 229 miles of spirited driving.
On balance I would probably had a nicer day – but with much more crowded roads and less good tarmac – if I’d stayed in my usual haunts around the Peak District. But I did get to see the North Sea for the first time in ages.
On the cancer front, it’s all much the same as it has been for the last year. I remain in remission and I’m hoping to restart maintenance treatment – after a COVID-19 pause – in a couple of weeks. I continually overestimate my ability to be active. After this little adventure Sunday was spent dozing in front of the Tuscan GP. Today has been work – and my brain stopped functioning by 2pm. Tomorrow should be much better …