Hemlock

15°C, dead calm. 60% cloud.


Cycling: rode 45 miles today after a whole week off. It’d rather hard to say why- just a feeling of empty exhaustion. My eyes were prickly feeling all day – that after bed-time feeling. On describing this at work, the reaction was heartening to say the least. Several people said " Ooh, I’m glad you’ve said that " (thereabouts), "I’ve been feeling like that too" etcetera. Perhaps there is some virus that does this and makes my belly feel bloated. This is also why I have made so few entries here recently.

Here’s a quaint story about a bear.

flood retreat

21°C, sunny, like summer.C=41 miles

Digging roots: in the garden is not easy- old plants that have been there need deep deep digging to get the stubborn roots that grip the deeper ground. Hedge trimming is nice, but not with a machine- I use shears and hate the noise that so many gerdeners make with their trimmers, mowers, strimmers and saws.


Unfortunately, Microsoft have broken live.spaces, upload pictures no longer works and pages take several times longer to open- this means I can’t make the
blog entry I wanted to today.


Below is a panoramic picture taken on the bridge where Sunday’s panorama was shot. Although MS have shrunk the picture to an extreme degree, it’s still just about possible to see the difference. Though the floods have gone, the smell of rotting straw in fields is strong under today’s sunlight.
try this page and Today’s

Summer floods

 21°C, clear. C=54 miles


The River Tame has flooded: Oddly the R.Trent hasn’t. I suppose that the Tame sources in an area where the rain has been heavier.
Three times I was turned back by impassable roads while cycling today. It turned into a search for photo-opportunities instead. The river Trent was full but not overflowing, so travelling north was clear.

Below is a picture of a road that I use on most Sundays rides, I’ve never seen it like this. Five or more years ago, the Tame flooded up top the road’s edges, but didn’t actually spill over. The surface was like this for nearly a mile, so I didn’t attempt it on the bike. In practise, this all means that we can’t get to the east from here- the river cuts us off and all the crossings are blocked.

FFI:The R. Tame sources near Birmingham airport and rambles around Warwickshire before turning north. Since lots of streams join the river, then in practice, rivers have many sources and the designation of one starting point must surely be arbitrary.


Wormwood: is a plant, it turns out, one that leaves poison in the soil, hence the book title discussed yesterday. The book says that "Chornobyl" is the Ukrainian word for Wormwood. I will try to find out the British name for it. It’s of the Genus "Artimesia", Tarragon is a member of that group too. Absinthe Wormwood is used as an insect repellent, especially fleas!

Seems like a good book so far by the way.

Sparrowhawk down

20°C, rain then clearing before the next lot. 42½ miles cycling


Back on the bike at last! The weather forecast suggested rain and lots of it so I didn’t take a camera. That was a mistake because I saw something remarkable.
In the road near Lullington was a bird, as I passed it I saw a glimpse of bright yellow eye- and thought it was an Owl, so I turned round and went back.
I nudged it with my foot- and to my surprise it moved forward, flapping against the ground and further out into the road. So with a protective raincoat wrapped around my hands I picked it up. The yellowish legs were armed with claws far more fearsome than a cat’s so I was quite gingerly picking it up. There was something magical about that creature- I turned it over and it made eye contact. Turning it about to look for injuries and guesss the type of bird- it kept eye contact all the time, not blinking, just swiveling its head.
I didn’t know what to do to improve its chances, but over the fence was a flat area of warm, dry straw so reaching over the nettles- I placed it there. On landing on its belly, he immediately turned its head and looked at me again. I could still see those chalcedony eyes as I rode away. Still can.
 
Later; after looking it up in the book, it was a juvenile sparrowhawk.
What a shame about the camera!

Audale

16°C, !; C=41 miles


Odd the things you see when out in the countryside. See photo below.
 
Turpentine: this is going to take longer than I thought. The picture (to be posted later) doesn’t look very different -which is inself, no big deal. Today’s session was spent working out the anatomy and pose of the main character. Something worth persisting with to get this right which affects the success of the whole picture for the next week or two.

Don’t look right

8°C, cold NE wind, warm sun and a struggle between them to decide the temperature. C=69 miles


Pain in the neck: it could be a pulled muscle, trouble is it locks solid when I look over the right shoulder so I have ot look well over the left instead.
Isle of The Dead: this Böcklin painting came to mind when I rode past a small fishing lake today. See the photo below. It might be a picture depicting the River Styx with the character Charon in the boat in white, but then maybe it’s not.
 

Sprung, starting today

13°C, sun & light clouds. C=52 miles


It’s now spring. I know you’re thinking "equinox " but today I swallowed the first fly of the year- that makes it spring now.
 
Little camera: cycling has come full circle so to speak. In the mid-ninties, I started cycling to take my camera places out of town, beyond my normal range. Now I have bought a camera to take out cycling in case I see something. For today, checking out the camera’s functions and quality was the aim. For 70 quid it is ok, all I expected really. But in absolute terms; there is colour bleeding, the image is over-sharpened and it lacks detail in textures. It could be more user-friendly; there is no direct control over shutter speed/aperture, the power switch is tricky to use – especially with cold hands and it sufferes the problem all digital compacts seem to have these days- automation.
 
Cycling: a shorter ride today, but the first of the year on the racing bike. That is significant. Note a picture of cows with their calves. They all stood up when I pulled over ant took the camera out. Cows have a keen sense of curiosity.