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Just as they were beginning to get comfortable...
Wasn't expecting this. An evening with Robert and Jackie in support of
Beautiful, humbling, challenging, inspiring. Possibly mindset changing.
The car broke, again. "That never happens to a Toyota" now thrice.
But bonus, was Fay and I walked to the Red Lion for a SPL (aka Sunday Pub Lunch). Not done that in ages. Lovely.
I have been climbing stairs
Howies cycle bag, going strong twelve (I think) years on.
Home and away fans enjoying today's game. Many goals were scored.
The colours this year are amazing. More yellow than yellow. Makes walking the back way into town an extra special delight.
It's this time of year you realize just how many of the le boat boats there are cruising up and down the inland waterways during the warmer months. There's now a whole flotilla tied up at Benson marina.
The boys. Keeping the countryside safe.
I grabbed a couple of days at the end of half term for some walking at Wasdale . There were lots of sheep. And lots of sheep poo.
There was autumn colour...
...some interesting routes...
...and the odd moment or two!
There's more detail, much much more,
What's this? Sunrise yesterday morning, light fog rising from the river. Shadow of tree projected onto mist droplets in the fog creating two fake images. Spooky.
No trains = working from home = walk the dogs = join F on his route to school.
I wish my commute was always like this.
Left it on the bike at platform 9 for a weekend and a bit. Still there on Monday morning. F says that's because only 'a certain type' bike in London. Glad to know I'm a 'certain type'.
It's the time of year when you see the sun peeking up from the early morning train - assuming the early morning train runs that is.
"Are you celebrating?" asked Sunny the waiter. "Yes, that it's Friday night" we replied. Moments later, a Prosecco with flair :-)
[Yes, I know it's a flare, but homophones.]
I love this tree, it's by the car park at the clumps. I can never quite capture it, which is probably part of its charm.
The best river views are in the evening, after the rain that dumped all day has cleared.
F went camping in the damp
Sunbeams after the storm cleared, from The Clumps.
Our landscape is full of linescapes. Here the hedgerow along the field edge peters out. Inspired by reading Hugh Warwick .
The awesome Band of Hope (renowned third best band in Wallingford, apparently) at the Boat House during Bunkfest.
The stupidity of this bike lane has me so grumpy that I'm posting a picture of it again .
It's below the minimum recommended width; and in the wrong place (per the Highways Agency Design Manual for Roads and Bridges, Volume 5, Section 2, Part 4, Advice Note TA 91/05).
It encourages drivers to think there is sufficient space to overtake (see Highway Code rule 163 " give motorcyclists, cyclists and horse riders at least as much room as you would when overtaking a car ").
It has a rainwater drain that occupies two-thirds of the width which all but guarantees that a cyclist will be forced to move right (which is likely to become an unpleasant reminder of Rule 213 " Motorcyclists and cyclists may suddenly need to avoid uneven road surfaces and obstacles such as drain covers or oily, wet or icy patches on the road. Give them plenty of room and pay particular attention to any sudden change of direction they may have to make. ")
Just as well that dogs can read these days.
Third time, this time the left arm and a double fracture. I blame irresponsible parenting, although heroic goal saving antics might be a contributory factor.
Down to the boat house and back for a drink.
Feeling like summer is over.
H sporting the classic 2005
The power of protective paint. Keeping you safe.
The first leg of my London commute home is by bike from nearly Shoreditch to Paddington. The route along High Holbourn crosses the junction with Kingsway and Southampton Row. It's not the nicest ride.
Good news. My new shoes from Good News arrived. Lovely.
H enjoying a particularly good pudding during a food-break on our epic homeward journey from Vis to Luton.
Martin & Co. gave me a book about a crazy guy who rode a bike through Europe from the cold north to the hot south. I'm pretty sure the bike was one of these — an East German manufactured folding bike, but without the usual strengthening wooden cross-bar addition seen here.
I can't find the book right now, so a note to self to check my memory later.
A tourist day with alternatura . The Blue Cave (Blue Grotto, or Modra špilja) on Biševo. Blue, because the sunlight bounces off the sandy sea floor and so passes through ~30m of water to get into the cave. Discovered by an Austrian painter or crawled in through a small gap in the cliff before returning the next year to blast a bigger opening. The green cave (Zelena špilja), which is green because blue was already taken.
An early morning walk (hike?) with a loop up to (nearly) Mali Hum above Komiža and back. The advantage of an early start was amazing light as the sun rose over the hills and cooler air. A (small) disadvantage was the spider webs across the trial and the ants nest in the stick I picked up to clear a particularly webby stretch. The views were worth the effort but a jump straight into the pool was required on our return.
Get up early for cool views of Komiža (nice views, before it gets too warm); then sleep in the middle of the day. Easy.
Second stop on our kayak trip from Komiža was the beautiful Barjoska beach. We came here last year but walked rather than kayaked. Missing was the wooden pier that was erected for Mama Mia, Here we go again . The only evidence of its presence, a small MM2 signature in a concrete bollard.
First stop on our kayak trip from Komiža was the beautiful Knezica beach just around the headland. It's a lovely small beach and, apart from the two nudists that joined us for a brief swim, we had it completely to ourselves.
H throwing some tricks in the pool.
The outdoor cinema in Komiža, getting ready for the late night showing of Mama Mia 2 under the stars. The fireworks scene in the film made all the more impressive by the shooting star overhead.
Taking the ferry from Split to Vis. We did something very similar this time last year.
Out for a paddle with Finn. Old Skool. He's quicker than me now. But I still have more tricks.
Evening paddle down the Thames to the Boat House with Fay.
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Don't try this at home.
May in the garden this year was delayed by good weather. So here is July in the bottom of the garden. Previous May in the Garden: 2017 | 2015 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006 | 2005 |
A belated post with some woody pics from a lovely stroll through Aston Wood with the Helen & Dave.
A post-physio day out in Oxford with some tranquility in the Oxford Botanic Garden . Collecting plant life since 1621. (It's a Botanic garden, you need some pics with colour…)
At least the kid was strapped in. Their emergency stop nearly threw them under my front wheel.
Criteria: It must not tick. It must not be a phone or other internet connected device. Nice to have: not too shabby to look at.
I thought I'd try and sneak a few books onto the kitchen shelves when no one was looking. Didn't last long.
Brov went one up with a paperback knife rack. Jealous.
At this time of the year, when I'm on this bit of the walk, I think of quotes from Gladiator.
Irony: actually fixing bit rot while supported by Coupland's book.
I busted my back, so have a temporary raised desk that's a slab of door on books. I'm using it to fix crossoak that had a spasam of bit rot. I just noticed which books I'm resting on.
Fortunatley, it's better now.
Note: This post was updated on 2020-12-22 to fix broken links.
A quick walkabout during a brief break in a training course back in Seattle.
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