Shady

The current heatwave got too much for Gwynnik and I for taking in our more usual open land and clifftop daytime walking, so we headed for our favourite cool and shady spot in the woods.

Although there is a luxuriant richness and wide variety of verdant greens this time of year, I think the Black and White treatment shows off the way the sunlight is peeking through the chinks in the canopy better, a mixture of illumination creating little burning hotspots and dark pools of shadow on its way.

Rhine Blog

For any followers that are curious about how our trip down the EV15 Rhine River route goes, you can click somewhere about here.

Thanks to the new-fangled invention of hyper-links, you will be magically transported to another site which will let you follow what we get up to along our journey. This will be somewhat quicker than how we are doing it, which is by driving to Switzerland from Cornwall with our bikes on the roof which will take us roughly three days.

Hopefully I’ll have enough energy and internet connection to be reasonably up to date with it all text wise. ‘Proper’ picture uploads may be a luxury that takes a bit longer but I hope I can post stuff I take on a phone fairly easily.

The Facebook page may be a more immediate source of updates and pictures should you find yourself really needing respite from daily Trump-induced diplomatic mayhem, snapping elections and associated endless conjecture, nuclear Armageddon (we’ll be in historically neutral Switzerland so hopefully we’ll be OK, if in doubt we’ll put ourselves in one of their banks as a numbered account, they seem to be impervious to anything) or even just a coffee break at work with a nice digestive biscuit.

We’ll be off then. See you later.

 

Anniversary

Rural life has many advantages, particularly if like me you are old enough to remember night clubbing and a social life in black and white and didn’t really like it much even then. One noticeable positive aspect is the almost complete lack of traffic. We live in a lane that has about two private cars a day passing by. One of those is a neighbour off to work at 7am, with the bedroom window open you hear the diesel engine stutter to life and the vehicle crunching away across their gravelly driveway, as reliable as an alarm clock except you don’t even have to reach outside the bed to turn this one off and can turn over to get another hour or so of sleep. The other one is usually someone driving by during the daytime who is normally someone who is lost. Continue reading “Anniversary”

Driving…an extinction event

Another brilliant blog by the West Midlands Traffic Police that is worth all drivers among you reading. It is very long but very thought provoking so if you have time to give it a go, please do, someone’s life might be saved if it has the desired effect on your thinking.

WMP Traffic

The golden age of driving….the beginning of the end

This blogs all about the current state of motoring, not only in our region but nation-wide, and is a wake-up call to all those who think that the golden age of motoring has a future. It’s hard to admit, especially for the likes of ourselves, after all most traffic officers have an emotional attachment to driving and the internal combustion engine in at least one of its inceptions, but the writings on the wall, we are living in the last generations of driving, and with it the last generations of Traffic Officers, at least in their current inception….so grab a brew, a few biscuits and dunk and read away, or drop a few crumbs if you prefer not to dunk. Oh and the soundtrack to read this one to should be a Black Sabbath track as Aston’s finest have called it…

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Be prepared

Before I went out for my walk yesterday I checked my camera battery. It was lowish at 40%, the spare was charged and in the bag but I thought I’d charge the one in the camera while I had my morning peruse of the headlines and check Twitter for the most current US policy announcements. It was looking to be a fine day and my camera gets through its power pretty quickly so I wouldn’t want to run out of juice. After lunch I got Gwynnik into her crate in the car, gathered up my coat and camera bag and set off on the few miles drive for a walk at Widemouth beach. Continue reading “Be prepared”