Put in at Benson Weir for a 'between-Christmas-and-New-Year' paddle to the Boat House and back. 10mins there, and an hour plus to get back. Eddy hopping for the win.
ThinkPad second-hand refurb T450. Substantially better than anything new in the shops for a fraction of the price. Even used the Ethernet port to fix a bookshop.
I won the bet about how far Harvey would count before the (GENERAL) anaesthetic kicked in, but only because the anaesthetist had him chatting about sports science instead...
A loop around a bit of North Dartmoor with Bri and Martin. Amazing desolate views. Beautiful weather (although blowy). Very marshy in places. More on flickr.
After a little stroll on North Dartmoor, the Castle Inn was the perfect place for a quick shower, beer, food and bed. Bed with lots of pillows. Perfect.
For those with more than a back & white TV license (you do need a TV license to peruse the interwebz don't you?), here's some White Hut (and around) in colour.
In which we take a bath.
Race the clouds and rain up the cliff for the sunrise.
And discover someone stole our idea to renovate the old YMCA hut along the coast (stole and executed no less). One day I'll actually put one of my GoodIdeas™ into practice when I think of it rather than seeing someone else doing it years later, and it'll be a fantastic flop...
It's that time of the year. The time when Fay and I escape to the White Hut for a quiet weekend. This year started foggy. We lost the view, with only the ghost bus at night to change the scene.
> This piece of art was made for the people of Kingsand-Cawsand by five young Austrian volunteers who helped to remove about one tonne (130 sacks) of marine litter from the beaches of the Rame Peninsula in September 2014.
Since I work near Shoreditch (not in Shoreditch, close, ish) when I remember to talk some time to walkaround at lunchtime there's always interesting stuff to stumble upon.
We have a new Waitrose in Wallingford. It's new in the same way that some politicians are claiming that they'll deliver 40 new hospitals. Yes, it's the same old Waitrose but with some bits done up a tad. There is a new feedback board where you can leave I love.. and It would be better if... comments.
A damp dog walk down to the river to see what "Some minor flooding possible" looks like. Ripples on the path as the river overtops the bank and spills into the meadows.
Charity Christmas cards of local Wallingford churches, what could be simpler? Life turns out to be more complicated than you think. But it transpires that folding and packing can be very therapeutic.
The satisfaction when everything runs smoothly, the soft click of an efficient free-wheel, the gentle clunk of a precise gear-change, the silent instant reduction in velocity as perfectly aligned break-pads bite.
A weekend in Devon with A & F. Highlights included some climbing at Clip & Climb (A is faster than me!!! F made the top of the hexagon wall!!!) and Cream ~~Tea~~ Hot Chocolate and Flat White at Toast.
As Charles would say: "How's that working out for you?". So glad to see that we are taking back control. Although, as ever, the crux is who exactly do you mean by "we".
> A parliamentary system or parliamentary democracy is a system of democratic governance of a state (or subordinate entity) where the executive derives its democratic legitimacy from its ability to command the confidence of the legislature, typically a parliament, and is also held accountable to that parliament.
Usually, the start of the football season is marked by the return of rain, wind and bone chilling temperatures. Not so this year. The first game needed sun protection.
Fay gave me a lift this morning so I was nice and early for the 0727. I got to sit in the waiting room, drinking a coffee from Leslie, admiring the muriel that, in six years of commuting from here, I'd not noticed before. In me defence, I think this is only the third time I've sat in the waiting room.
Harvest this year has been a race between the farmers and the wetness. The big field at the bottom is done (just) but there's still half the wheat in the bigish field at the top.
A weekend at truck. Highlights: Public Service Broadcasting; Johnny Marr; Gurr; Lewis Capaldi; Bennett Wilson Poole; Hoo and four teenagers who were most pleasantly behaved.
Wallingford Road is closed to motor vehicles. The shared foot and cycle path remains open. Someone isn't happy about the road being closed. They've put up some signs so that we know that they're not happy.
Unsafe. Disrespectful. Excessive. About sums up how it feels to ride a bike along this stretch of road, with motorists practicing their near-miss close-pass skills. Of course that's only when the road isn't closed.
A wander up a hill on the off-chance of spotting Gypaetus barbatus also known as the lammergeier, lammergeyer, or, more correctly, the Lama-Geezer.
In the mountain pass, the perfect refuge, with a lovely post-lunch spot to watch the mountains, and to spot, one, two, no three, Lemma-geizer birds. Awesomeness on the wing.
Ten months after reporting that the shared foot and cycle path was so overgrown as to be unusable, Oxfordshire County Council closed the report with a comment that they were moving to a new system.
Ironic then that a week or two later part of the path had been cleared. You can see how far over the left edge the overgrowth had reached. Ironic because the only bit to be cleared was adjacent to the section of road that's been completely closed for the laying of a new gas main. And, with the road closed, it's nicer to cycle on it than to squeeze onto the path. Top bananas.
Double stamps if you bring your own cup mean these cards fill up quickly. So, I've been asking Leslie to pass them on (a free coffee to some random stranger). Last week I was that random stranger — from someone else doing the same. Huge smile.
Wearing in new boots and weight testing gear-in-the-pack with an early morning, pre-crazy temperature hot day, walk from the wheat fields up onto the Ridgeway and back. The boots were comfy.
Damage to the overhead lines this morning between Reading and Paddington. An incident closing the lines this evening. Total door-to-door time commuting today: 7 hours 24 mins. Lovely.
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
After 8 years of faithful service, keeping clothes, books, laptop and morning pastries warm and dry, Ortlieb #1 is retiring. The split in the base finally deciding that no amount of gaffer-tape will keep it closed. The ideal replacement, Ortlieb #2 of course.
My commute last week through London was made lovely by the lovely people at Oxford Circus and Marble Arch. This week you could tell it was 'business as usual' by the taste of the pollution.
Wallingford Town fund raising race night fun! My strategy to win a race succeeded - just by a bet on every horse. Sadly, that's not a strategy to win $£$£$£. Happily, the $£$£$£ lost went to the club. Everyone's a winner.
Recruitment ask candidates if they are scared of heights. It's because some of the rooms we use for interviews have floor to ceiling views like this. But if someone asked me ahead of an interview whether I was scared of heights, I might wonder what they had planned for me...