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One More in a Shortening List of Days

Another day chalked down to idleness. However, much of it was spent in the car chatting to Julia so it wasn’t wasted. Sometimes I think the car is the only place we really talk. When we had the kids at home there was no chance for quiet conversation and since then Julia has developed the modern tendency to keep looking at her phone or work on her laptop.

I did have a list written for today, but the trip out stopped me carrying out any of my plans. It’s not a problem, but it will become one if I don’t get a grip and actually start doing something.

My writing is slowing down and my knees have gone again. They do this from time to time, Sitting on a low chair whilst having coffee this afternoon I was unable to get up and had to shift round a bit until I could position myself correctly to haul myself up using conveniently placed furniture. If I ever decide to write a novel from the point of view of a tortoise lying on its back, I now have some insight into the problem.

Heron, scratching

It became clear today, as i gave Julia a running commentary on the poultry farms we were passing, or the sites of antique shops which have now closed, that I am living in the past. The countryside I used to travel is now peopled by retired, or dead, versions of people I used to know and housing developments and artisan food shops have taken over the places where poultry and antiques used to clutter up the place. We passed a crystal shop today. I presume that a lot of their business is done on eBay, as I don’t see much call for crystals amongst the villagers or the few cars that constitute “passing trade”. This, I feel is good, and an example of online trading helping us keep minority interest shops alive.

We also saw a number of thriving local shops, including some community initiatives, and a community pub.  It’s good to see local communities getting together to do things, though I know many of these initiatives, particularly the pubs, don’t always thrive. There’s a reason why these things shut down and community spirit can’t always solve all the problems.

While we were out we saw men putting up banners to protest about the building of a new solar farm. I’m not in favour of NIMBYs and I am in favour of clean renewable energy. I have no problems with onshore wind farms, but am conflicted by solar farms. The amount of good farmland taken up by solar farms is something we cannot afford to lose, as we need to grow food. However, we do have hundreds of cres of factory units and similar things which could house solar panels. I would favour using this roof space, and make solar panels a compulsory feature of all new buildings.

Hoverflies on a poppy

 

Chips, Kites and Memories

Today we drove down to Peterborough and met my sister in Dobbie’s Garden Centre. It’s one of those big modern centres, which is more groceries and giftware than actual gardening stuff, but they do a great fish & chips.

The actual ordering system is a little chaotic and features those buzzing things that are very popular these days. Not as popular with me as actually having a member of staff bring to food to the table, but still popular. The chips are large and well cooked with great tartare sauce. The first was succulent and the mushy peas were good. The bread was a nice seeded variety, though the presentation – two slices thrown on a plate with two butter pats, was not quite as well served as the elegant triangular slices shown on the picture.

All in all it was a very good meal and one that reveals how times have changed. A couple of years ago this was the garden centre we stopped at to have tea and cake on our way back from Suffolk in the week lock-down was announced. There ere only a handful of people there that day and we were unable to see my father as the nursing home had already gone into lockdown. Things did not work out too well.

I really must start taking the camera around with me.

After we finished, we saw a red kite over the car park, a really good sighting at low altitude. Mt sister tells me that as the population increases they are taking more live food as their is not enough carrion around, a problem increased by the spread of buzzards into the area. On the way home via the scenic route, we saw another dozen buzzards, one of which was even closer than the car park bird.

On returning home, I found I had an email accepting more poems and we had beans on toast to make up for the calories ingested at lunch.

In summary,

Red Kites

it was an excellent day and a joy to be out, despite the sad memories.

The Red Kites are from our visit to Wales in 2017. 2017? Time flies.

A Quick Post

I passed my blood anti-coagulant blood test, and as a reward I don’t need to go back until 11th December. If it all goes well my next test will be either 25th December or 1st January. I may have to rethink this.

On the other hand, I had a text from the surgery telling me that my doctor wants to see me for a face to face consultation and that I must ring to arrange it. This seems an odd way to offer congratulations so I’m expecting a lecture on my health. More precisely, I’m expecting a lecture on my cavalier attitude to my health.

We filled today, when not being texted, with a visit to Springfields in Lincolnshire, followed by a visit to my father, who trounced me at Snakes and Ladders before defeating me at several games of dominoes. He may not know what day it is, and he can’t remember my name, but he’s still got his competitive edge.

My sister complains that I have it too. She says it as if it’s a bad thing.