Monthly Archives: September 2011
A couple of weeks ago the weather was a bit wild on the way home: Oxfordshire invariably gets the rest of the country’s leavings, for which this time I was grateful. Merthyr Tydfil very manfully stepped in front of the … Continue reading
A few weeks ago I finally decided to try out cleated shoes and pedals on my main commuter bicycle. My older, heavier bike had toeclips on it, which someone else had fitted; I had always felt that the big, fat, … Continue reading
If I fired a starter pistol every morning at ten to seven, I’d be up before the magistrates before I knew it. But because it’s a motorcycle that I’m gunning when I wake everyone up, that’s absolutely fine.
At a greenish event this weekend, I bumped into one of the organizers of the local garden share scheme. You might remember how that ended for us, some sixteen months ago. I’ve no grudge against the organizer, though: far from … Continue reading
Of course, I spoke too soon about my unalloyed joy at the goings-on at the bird-of-prey sanctuary. I should never have put myself in such close proximity to a dangerous vector for respiratory diseases: by which I mean, of course, … Continue reading
K. and I went to the Hawk Conservancy Trust last weekend, just west of Andover. It was a marvellous experience: the slightly understated nature of the birds in their enclosures is completely offset by the incredibly well choreographed displays: choreographed … Continue reading