Another volunteering morning at Whitstable Parkrun, clearly a promotion here as I was at the bottom of the slope, graphically represented above. Or possibly a demotion, in that my role was clearly that of the bit of sand on the bottom of the escape lane, just as a buffer before the shingle and the sea.
Weather was slightly colder, nearly single figures, with geese. I then went to a workshop on use of imaging in anthropology, and discovered that while some people find a person drumming during a twenty-minute thinking period liberating, I just find it really annoying. So instead of having a transformative experience, I drew a cross moorhen.