A diary, but not in the chronological sense

It's been 14 months since I started posting on Shutterchance, pretty much a picture a day and as I look through the archive I am surprised at what a good memory jogger it all is.

Most of the time I do not put titles to the pictures, though the date of posting is there. Many weeks have a rough theme; these are interspersed with random pictures from my chaotic cataloguing.

The sample above includes trips away to Edinburgh, Somerset and the Lake district; rainy day microscopy; walks on Wharton Crags and around Lancaster; a tulip from my mother's garden;  close-up practice.

Rainy day activities #3

A bit of microscopy and photo manipulation via Picasa which I have found I can use to edit RAW files which saves me upgrading my trusty Photoshop7.

The original image was from a prepared slide of a cross section of a cucumber stem.

Rainy day activities #2

Join a gym ....

The dreich and dismal weather is not conducive to getting out and about, so the consensus was that we join a gym. It has to be said that the "gym" bit did not appeal to me at all, but when I was told that there was a  swimming pool the concept of a new exercise regime did become more appealing as I realised I could factor it into my jacuzzi and sauna combo scenario. So we have already been  a few times and while my co aquaphile powers her way through length upon length, I dabble about with my apology to the crawl and do approximately two lengths and one jacuzzi session to every 20 lengths of hers. Younger daughter has however pointed out that this HAS to stand me in better stead should the river flood and I need to get to the other side.

Rainy day activities

Cycling ....

Well it didn't start out as a rainy day activity (because at that point it hadn't started raining);  it started out as "I must get a few more miles on the odometer so that when that nice man at the bike shop does the 6 week check up he doesn't think I am using my bike as an expensive garden ornament". I set off along the river for Woody's snack bar; an elevenses mug of tea and a spicy beanburger while enjoying the view seemed a good incentive. However, when I got to the aqueduct I noticed that a ramp had been built, so a quick change of plan and destination was made. Getting bike and self onto the canal tow path meant that I did not require the medical attention that would have been essential had I gone for the carrying of bike up the steep steps option.

As it was an overcast day (no rain yet), there were few people around which was good as it does take a little time to get into narrow canal tow path cycling mode, especially when the canal looks rather full. There were a few dog walkers around but most seemed to be of owner in charge of dog sort, rather than the rampant dog in charge of owner sort. Luckily no dogs or owners of any sort were encountered as I negotiated the many bridges. Said bridges are preceded by the tow path equivalent of a speed bump which is  followed by cobblestones under the (low) bridge. Also, why is it that all bridges seem to be on a curve so that it is impossible to see ahead? Slow pedalling techniques on a slippery cobblestoned  curved path seem to me to be  recipe for disaster. I realised that perhaps I should be ringing the bicycle bell while doing these manoevres, but that seemed too much of a multitasking demand.

A decision had to be made once I reached the sign indicating Morecambe or Carnforth.  I opted for Carnforth as it would add more miles to the clock.  I continued, and cheerily acknowledged a fellow tow path user by saying it was good it was still dry, she informed me that she was walking into the wind AND rain. Unperturbed I cycled on and once in Carnforth made my way to the station and its coffee shop (cue in music from Rachmaninoff's Piano concerto No. 2).

I had been remiss in not taking my camera, though did take a picture using my phone.

Having been suitably refreshed I stepped outside into the pouring rain. It looked set for the duration, so I had no choice but to brave the elements and cycle back. The good thing was that there were very few other feckless dauntless canal path users, the down side was that within a very short time I was totally droukit.  However ..... importantly, by the time I got home, another 20 miles had been added to the odometer.

Through the window

The rain here seems to be interminable. The birds in the garden have been battling through the wet to try and get food.

Yesterday evening we put up a bird feeder, and this morning the sparrows had already found it. 

Between the downpours a bee made a foray into the lavender.

Bees in the garden

25 June 2012

Life cycles

Hi ho Silver

Cowboys play cricket too!

The last post set me thinking back (over 50 years good grief) to the tricycle complete with tin boot that I had when I was around 5 or 6 years old. A trawl through the internet (wonderful place) and I finally found this image which is the nearest I could get to my first set of wheels.


That blue tricycle became my trusty steed; me as the Lone Ranger, it as Silver, and long suffering brother running alongside as Tonto. I really would have preferrred my cowboy hat to be a permanent fixture. Sundays were a nightmare, not only did I have to wear a dress, the added insult was that cowboy hats were considered de trop for church attendance.  




Two wheels
My father moved parishes and became vicar of a plurality of country churches - four in all.  An enormous amount of work for him, but we were in our element as the rectory that came with the living was huge, with extensive grounds.

Money was tight for my parents but they managed to get my brother and me second hand bicycles. The man over the road did them up and we were thrilled with them. Learning to ride them was relatively easy as the house had front and back drives which joined in a U shape. We were able to start off at the front gate and wobble our way round to the back gate and then repeat the process in reverse.

It wasn't long before we were out and about on the country roads which in those days were relatively traffic free.

Tandems
We had just got married, we were living in Campbeltown, had no car and new husband suggested a tandem would be A Good Idea. It is at these times that you begin to realise that perhaps more thought should have gone into this idea. We got one anyway and then our differing views to exercise became apparent. I worked out that sitting at the back, while having a restricted view point, would mean that my pedalling effort (or lack of it) would be less apparent to the pilot. Not so .... in my ignorance (hopefulness) I had thought that the pedals back and front acted independently and that it would be possible for me to cruise.

The second difference was in our definition of what constituted a steep gradient. Mine was that a 1 in 50 slope was pushing pedalling boundaries, whereas A considered at 1 in 2 as just a small challenge.

Then there was free wheeling, which in my opinion was to be taken advantage of at every opportunity. Not so! Apparently you need to pedal at full speed all the time, even downhill , it's downhill for goodness sake, the bike can do its own stuff without any help!

Our tandem phase did not last long. Our one and only attempt at canoeing in a double canoe did not go well either; not only did I not put in enough paddle power I was totally unable to grasp the idea of how to steer the wretched thing.

However ..... since then I have had more successful tandem forays. On several visits to Edinburgh I would be met at the station by my brother in law with his tandem. The first time it happened I didn't quite believe that he was serious about letting me get on the back (after all, he had heard all the stories from his brother about my total tandem inadequacies). Amazingly I did climb aboard and did pedal; perhaps it was that fear of the number 42 bus looming closer and the realisation that while M was through the danger zone I would need to pedal to ensure my safety! The other good thing was that M believed in a certain amount of freewheeling.


Cycling in Holland - or one of my more embarrassing experiences
My Dutch friends Jan and Liesbeth always made my stays in Holland memorable by arranging wonderful outings, though this trip was memorable in a different way.

The "cycle incident" involved a trip to a nature reserve where we hired bikes. These bikes did not appear to have brakes, it was explained to me that you  braked by pedalling backwards. Not only had I not been on  a bike for several years, I now had this strange mechanism to contend with. So while Jan disappeared into the distance I attempted to get going, and promptly fell off said bike. This was in the car park, and as luck would have it I fell against the one and only car that had people in it. I was mortified, I hadn't damaged the car, the bike or myself, but the look on the car occupants' faces said it all. Luckily Jan had come back to find me by then and was able to explain that this middle-aged woman was  English and  a bicycle incompetent, and everyone (except me) had a good laugh about it all.. The rest of the day went fine though unusually for me, I was in dread of having to slow down or stop.


Lancaster
While I have owned a bicycle for many years, it got very little use until I moved to Lancaster 4 years ago. There are plenty of FLAT and traffic free cycle tracks for me to hone my rather rusty cycling skills. I am now able to multitask, I can now steer AND change gear without the fear of falling off. I have become more adept at avoiding loose dogs and sounding my bell more loudly at  Ipod wearing walkers. Cycling along the canal towpath is still a bit of a challenge, that distance between water and wheels can seem very narrow and maintaining balance on the cobblestones under the low bridges without banging my head is somewhat daunting.