August 31, 2011
‘You know, I could have sworn I saw a mouse go under there…’
‘Maybe I can sort of hoick it out?’
‘Or try and get it from the other side?’
‘rats, it’s made a run for the car’
(I’m not making much progress with the weeding, am I?)
If any of you are looking at those pictures and going ‘aww how cute’ (and I missed the one when she was holding the basket up with her head), she subsequently slightly spoiled the image by playing with the wretched mouse for the entire afternoon, including, apparently, picking it up and carrying it closer to the car or the neighbour’s van once it had got too tired or demoralised to run fast enough to make for decent sport…
August 29, 2011
‘Oh so you’re a fair weather cyclist, are you?’ the guy asked as I was discussing arrangements to join a charity CTC ride over the weekend. During the five minutes we’d been on the phone, the heavens had opened and about an inch of rain had been dumped on the surrounding countryside, and I wasn’t sure I felt that a 20-mile jolly, tea and buns or no tea and buns, was going to be all that appealing if it continued
I suppose, in many ways I am a fair weather cyclist; I mostly avoid riding in the rain if I can. My schedule is more or less my own so I can generally wait it out if it’s raining and if it doesn’t stop, we use the car. And, frankly, I can’t see the point of going out for what is basically a fun ride when it’s no fun at all in the rain. Now that I’ve got the apocalypse-proof jacket, I’m more likely to risk it starting to rain when I’m on the bike, and riding in the rain usually isn’t all that bad (although it can still be quite grim if it puts its mind to it), but setting out in it? No, not if I can help it. But then, on the other hand, I cycle all through the year, through wind and ice and snow, and I wonder how many of the people who were planning on turning up on a Sunday run in August can really say that, particularly those who start off by driving to the rendezvous in their car? Not that I’m judging or anything. Well maybe a little bit, but not as much as calling someone a fair-weather cyclist.
As it happened, the weather was looking dodgy and I had stuff to do (and I actually did it too, which is something of a first) so I decided against the jolly and ended up cycling down to the garage instead for some milk, a far less scenic, but possibly more useful ride. And as I ground my way back into the teeth of a distinctly autumnal headwind, with a sprinkling of drizzle thrown in for the hell of it, any passing person might have heard the sound of muttering through clenched teeth:
‘call me a fair-weather cyclist would they? I’ll show them fair-weather cycling, I will …’
Yeah, it still rankles…
August 28, 2011
Can you see it?
I confess I only did because I saw it in flight and watched it settle.
I don’t know if Google image search is getting better, or I’m getting better at guessing what search terms to use, but it appears to be an Angle Shades moth
August 26, 2011
Round here, we’re pretty used to puddles, and water running across and along the road. But lately it’s occured to me that sometimes the puddles aren’t exactly where you’d expect them – like halfway up a hill – even on those rare occasions when it hasn’t actually been raining for a day or so:
… almost as if there’s so much water in the ground it’s just seeping right through the tarmac wherever it finds a weak spot.
I mean, is that even normal? Or are we gradually reverting to the primoridial swamp?
August 25, 2011
I’m not here, tonight, I’m guesting here.
(I’m not sure if it entirely counts as a ‘guest blog’ when you’re the secretary of an organisation so they can hardly stop you from writing stuff and putting it up on their website but hey, it makes me feel like a proper grown up blogger to say I’ve done a guest blog post, so that’s what I’m calling it)
For those of you who just read on Facebook / RSS feeds and never click through to the links, here it is in its entirety:
Calling all cyclists – in fact no, not ‘cyclists’ – calling all everyone: do you want to see decent cycle paths in your neighbourhood and town? Do you want to be able to ride your bike without having to battle with traffic? Do you want not to have to plunge around a three-lane roundabout on your bike (or walk slowly around the outside to avoid it)? Do you want to see your kids cycle to school? Are you, indeed, a kid who’d like to cycle to school, or even better, home from school or to the park or to the shops? Would you like cycling to be something you decide to do because it’s the quickest, easiest, cheapest way to get around rather than because you find skydiving too tame to generate enough adrenaline? Have you ever not cycled anywhere because it just felt too scary to do so? Or do you feel you can only cycle helmeted and girded for battle, poised to accelerate out of trouble, with all five senses doing overtime, all the time? Have you ever looked across the North Sea at what they’re doing for bikes in the Netherlands or Denmark and thought, you jammy lot, why can’t we have even a tenth of that over here?
And have you ever thought, yes, but it will never happen and there’s nothing I can do about it anyway?
There is something you can do. It may not work, it may be a futile quixotic gesture, it may end in failure and disappointment. But it’s something and it’s a lot easier than learning Dutch and moving to Amsterdam would be.
You can go on a picnic.
Yep, it’s as easy as that. A picnic on the 3rd September in Central London, at the official launch of the Cycling Embassy of Great Britain. With your bike. And your kids (or someone else’s – just ask their parents’ permission first) and your mum or dad or gran or grandad or cousins or anyone else who wants to show up and say: ‘yes, we would like to be able to ride our bikes in safety and comfort every day.’ Because riding a bike should be as easy as riding a bike. Because riding a bike should be a bit of a picnic, every day.
And if you can’t make it to our picnic – and we know London’s a long way off for many – how about this: have your own picnic. Dress up a bit, and make a day of it. Bring your family. Bring your bikes. Take a photo of it all and send it to us and we’ll add them to our site and to our virtual picnic, all around the country.
You never know, it might work.
I’ll see you there, I hope.
August 24, 2011
We’re getting behind with the potatoes.
These are just some of the second earlies – we’ve only just got through the Shetland Darks – and there’s another whole bed to come, not to mention two full beds of maincrops. While the mains should store reasonably well in hessian sacks inside cardboard-lined metal dustbins (although who has actual sacks any more these days? My other gardening friend had to order hers specially off the internet at vast expense), the earlies need eating up and I had fondly imagined we would keep up with them as they grew. I have no idea why I imagined this as we didn’t last summer or the summer before, but there you go. We just don’t eat potatoes all that much in the summer. The other half and I have enough Irish ancestry between us that we should be sitting down to a plate of spuds with every meal but somehow the rival delights of rice, spaghetti or nice crusty bread always seem to trump the tatties (in fact, left to himself, the other half wouldn’t bother with any starch at all). It’s a shame because everything else in the veg patch is looking pretty weedy (with the exception of the weeds, of course) while the potatoes have been going great guns. I suppose I should just admit defeat, bow to the climate and grow nothing but neaps and tatties. Of course, the year I do that will be the year the blight hits
Still, with the weather the way it’s been, the Rayburn should be going on again soon. And then we’ll be in the market for all those big comforting hearty meals that need a plateful of spuds to balance them out…