I left Skegness via a large chain of high street jewellers to get my watch mended, as it had become a stopwatch! All it needed was a new battery. Before taking the back off the watch, the person serving me decided to test the battery using an electronic sensor placed next to the watch casing. She pointed out that the battery was in fact working fine because the electronic device said so, and that there was a problem with the watch mechanism. They would be delighted to send the watch off for repair at significant cost. I pointed out that the watch battery hadn't been replaced for three years, that the watch mechanism was heavy duty and required a fair amount of charge in the battery to keep it moving, and that the device she had used was very sensitive, picking up what little remaining charge the battery held. All it needed was a new battery. I could see that she was committed to the service option and so I took my business to an independent jeweller a few doors down. Without any prompting from me, he looked at the faltering second hand, took the watch into his workshop and replaced the battery. It worked fine for £3.99. I can now tell the time again.
I set off from there at 11 minutes to ten and 24 seconds, joining a quiet country lane and then plodded along farm tracks on private land. Having already previously experienced the wrath of a local farmer on the issue of public rights of way I had stopped by a house on the edge of this land to check it was ok to walk the track. They were tenants, but said no one would mind, particularly as I was doing it for charity. Today was Armed Forces Day, and I saw a number of formation flights go overhead on their way to paying their respect at ceremonies around the country.
In the evening I made it to a lovely pub in Benington.
I got a lift over to my accommodation in Boston where I was put up in a 'disabled' room. I was tired and stiff and the extra grab rails around the loo and shower were very welcome.
I turned the bedroom light out at 10:47:52.
I set off from there at 11 minutes to ten and 24 seconds, joining a quiet country lane and then plodded along farm tracks on private land. Having already previously experienced the wrath of a local farmer on the issue of public rights of way I had stopped by a house on the edge of this land to check it was ok to walk the track. They were tenants, but said no one would mind, particularly as I was doing it for charity. Today was Armed Forces Day, and I saw a number of formation flights go overhead on their way to paying their respect at ceremonies around the country.
In the evening I made it to a lovely pub in Benington.
I got a lift over to my accommodation in Boston where I was put up in a 'disabled' room. I was tired and stiff and the extra grab rails around the loo and shower were very welcome.
I turned the bedroom light out at 10:47:52.