An early start as a cold easterly wind began to blow in.
Despite the weather, I hopped on to my motorcyle and headed to Portland. I met up with the delightful Councillor Les Ames, who is so admired and respected both on and off the island, and rightly so.
We chatted about several issues which concerned him, before I drove back to Weymouth and to the new viewing tower by the Pavilion.
The Royal British Legion were launching their Poppy Appeal and there was a good turnout for this very cold and windy event.
Some soldiers and their vehicles from Bovington, a band, the Mayor, councillors, schoolchildren and members of the public attended a short parade, at which poppies were released from the top of the tower into the howling wind.
Fortunately, I was dressed up to the nines in my motorcycle gear, so kept as warm as toast the short parade took place.
Afterwards, we were hosted to a welcome cup of tea in the Pavilion.
Then, I popped into the Conservative Club to say hello to all there and down another warm drink. It was cold out there.
Once restored, I headed back to Portland to meet two gentlemen who have been working for Olympic organisers LOCOG and were now trying to go it alone.
Their intention is to try and get some post-Olympic money down to Weymouth and Portland to encourage investment and a lasting legacy. How many times have I heard that word.
I wish them well because we need one.
While at Victoria Buildings, I sauntered into the police office to thank the Portland team for all their endeavours.
The PC on duty was baffled how I'd managed to get into the office but was reassured once I told him I'd been let in earlier.
After a busy day, I headed home and began tackling the ever present pile of correspondence and things to do list.
At 7.15pm my lovely wife summoned me home. Willingly, I went!