Sport does not feature on any of my favourites lists. I’ve often done sport and have watched with interest too. But I would say, that sport doesn’t really float my boat. But that would be to dismiss the only sport I have competed in, to a reasonable level. When I moved to Cornwall I discovered gig rowing. My first experience of actually enjoying being in a team. Coincidentally, and really significantly different, the only televised sport I actively choose to watch is the Oxford and Cambridge Boat race. It was the only sporty thing my family were ever interested in watching on the television, when I was young. I still watch it every year. There is no jeopardy, the same two teams compete on the same course every year. One of them wins.

Not being passionate about sport feels unusual. I have really enjoyed any sporting occasion I have attended or taken part in, but I sense that it is the people watching and the sense of occasion that excites me, not the sport itself. The spark of interest has never turned into a flame.

Oh how I wish the prompt for pondering #800 had been a subject I could really ponder about. But we are coming to the end of January/Bloganuary and I have stuck to my commitment. Not subscribing to Dry January has allowed me to enjoy a hot pineapple and rum cocktail while pondering #800. The pictures in this blog are very much about my normal blogging behaviour. A gentle meandering through the thoughts and activities of the day.

Some coastal path walking, at Cape Cornwall and the Penwith Heritage Coast in the far West of Cornwall. Pondering on a sofa by a fire with my dogs.