February 29, 2016
Heading back from the village the other day I stopped to chat with a neighbour about the state of the potholes that have opened up in the roads thanks to the attentions of storms Abigail, Bawbag, Frank, Ignatius and Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all, or ‘winter’ as it used to be known.
Taking my duties as a community councillor seriously, I made sure to photograph the worst one, complete with welly boot and small dog for scale, to take to next Monday’s Community Council meeting.
Today, as I pedalled out for the paper, I noticed it had got, if anything, worse and was wondering if even a visit from the Tarmac Fairy wouldn’t be better than hitting that thing at speed on my bike. But by the time I had returned lo and behold …
I am sure that the timing is entirely coincidental. But who says local politics changes nothing?
If only cycle paths could be had as easily as mended potholes apparently can…
February 28, 2016
Hmm. Was I ever foolish enough to claim that purple sprouting broccoli was indestructible? Over the years I’ve been growing it, I’ve certainly put that to the test, having seen my plants variously munched by caterpillars and pheasants, been felled by frost and heavy snow, bolting, and suffering from general user error and still coming up flowering in spring. This year, despite being eaten by the rabbit, they had started to recover but when I went up to check on the veg plot this afternoon (shamed into action by the other half actually starting to tidy up the garden this morning) I was distressed to notice that my celebration of their recovery had been premature
I don’t know what exactly is causing the damage this time. I thought we’d got rid of the rabbit, although there could still be a gap in the fence. The damage looks a bit different from when the rabbit was rampant before too – the plants look almost as if they have been gnawed
Any ideas apart from extremely unambitious beavers?
The garlic, on the other hand, is going great guns.
February 25, 2016
Me: there’s a house for sale in [village x] that might be worth a look
OH: [village x]? Isn’t that where our exchange* is?
Me: Yes. It looks quite good it’s got –
OH: Buy it.
Can you tell we’ve been having problems with our broadband recently?
*For those not familiar with rural life, when you tell anyone who knows anything about broadband that you live five miles from the exchange, normally all you get is a sorrowing yet sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder. Still, our views are nice.
February 24, 2016
Cycling along with a companion the other day, we both remarked on how cheering it is to see the first flush of colour on the bare trees as the buds thicken ready to burst into leaf. It’s something we neither of us noticed until we moved up here; whether because living urban lives we weren’t as attuned to the passage of the seasons, or simply because we’ve got longer to stare at the leafless winter trees up here and try and imagine spring into happening, who knows.
You can see it, can’t you?
We woke this morning to a surprise dusting of snow, with hard frost forecast again for tonight, so I suppose we should be grateful for any presentiments of spring we can get our hands on. And in the interests of full disclosure I should note that shortly after stopping to take this photo (and having a chat with the cyclist you see approaching in the distance, who turned out to be a neighbour who was combining triathalon training with the joys of utility cycling by dashing up the Col du Doctor’s Surgery to pick up a prescription) it began to sleet…
February 23, 2016
I have discovered one great thing about my co-working space: on a sunny but otherwise bitterly cold day, the sun comes around in the afternoon and streams through the window and, although I cannot actually see my screen to work, neither can I bring myself to move so that it is not shining in my eyes.
Another bonus is that it is just around the corner from the Greek deli which, despite having been established in Bigtown for a couple of years now, hasn’t yet succumbed to serving haggis pannini and is one of the other half’s favourite local eateries* so it is very easy to lure him down for a sneaky lunch date.
The commute home isn’t bad either.
*the other one does an egg, bacon and black pudding** roll for not very much money and has made him somewhat difficult to please at any other similar establishment which has the temerity to charge more or stuff their rolls with less bacon
**and did you know that black pudding is now a superfood?***
*** according to research published by the black pudding marketing board.
February 20, 2016
Cycling into Bigtown today to see if anyone would turn up for our winter ride in a steady freezing drizzle, I wasn’t quite feeling the bike love. And as I came up to overtake a pedestrian out walking in the rain, I felt a little miffed at having my semi-ironic ‘good morning!’ responded to with no more than a muttered greeting. Hmmph, I thought, there’s no harm in saying something nice to the only fellow human who’s mad enough to be out in this weather.
And then as I started to pedal past, I heard him call out ‘That’s a great pannier!’ and my day improved immeasurably. There really isn’t any harm in saying something nice to any fellow humans you encounter, however miserable the weather.
It totally is a great pannier too
Oh, and the only other fellow human mad enough to go for a recreational cycle this morning & I had a cracking bike ride too
Blessed are those with low expectations, as sometimes they will be exceeded.
February 18, 2016
While my more optimistic commenters might believe that after two bike maintenance disasters in a row I was due for a break, I know that the iron law of narrative tripartism determines that all things happen in threes, whether in fiction or in real life.
So I was encouraged to wake this morning to a sparkly frosty day and an icy ungritted road, with a meeting* to get to long before the sun would have a chance of thawing the worst of it
Of course, I thought, here comes the third thing! I have to change to my ice tyres, and my bike maintenance triple will be complete. I set to work and was pleased to discover I had got my wheel-swapping time down to just 15 minutes, not counting the time taken for the other half to further tighten the wheel nuts, explain why I’d used the wrong spanner and generally fail to be impressed at my bike maintenance prowess.
Nothing daunted, I raced off for my meeting, enjoying all the gnarly ice, certain that I’d made the right decision in swapping out my tyres, and arriving at my meeting bang on time.
I suppose none of you will be surprised to learn that when I emerged an hour later, my back tyre was completely flat.
And nor were there any doughnuts.
* And by ‘meeting’, I mean heading to a local coffee shop for bike-related plotting on the promise that Thursday was ‘doughnut day’** and that the doughnuts in question were particularly delicious.
** we cyclists laugh in the face of hidden sugar***
*** Although frankly, if you’re going to hide sugar, a doughnut is a terrible place to do it.