10°C, strong wind & heavy showers

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Cycling: those cables did the job. Nice clean gearshifts at last.

66 miles.

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Linseed: Wasn’t going to post a picture today, but having put in another hour, it’s clearer where this picture is going. The blue veins will be pulled right back, the colour needs to be quite strong for now so it’s ready for the next frotte. Also, I plan to change the profile around the chin.

I’ve noticed that pictures at this stage don’t show changes as obviously in photos posted online. Perhaps tomorrow a close-up then?

15°C +heavy showers

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Bike: A day of fixing and tuning bicycles. Bad gearchanges have been irritating for months, even after adding new cables, rear-derraileur mechanism, new cassette & chain- still no luck. Today I added cable sheaths, they can make a huge difference. The amout of cable-pull for one gear change is very small, as well as return springs being light these days. They are therefore very sensitive, much more than they used to be.

Tomorrow will reveal the effect..

 

Fingers crossed.

 

 

3°C;FOG.

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The Car is all shiney and clean. Is the rumour that washing your car on a Sunday is a cause of baldness untrue? I’ve always assumed it must be right, walking the dogs in the Boley-Park estate on Sundays confirms it (anecdotally).

Don’t like the way cars consume loads of money and time to get back to square one though. It’s nice spending money to make life better- but to make life the same??

The Bike: 44 miles, got c-cold hands and feet. Otherwise ’twas all well. The sun showed up later.

Turpentine: I took that picture off this blog – it was too grim, it can come back when its changed enough to be bearable.

5°C, still, frosty start.

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Drivers of white vans lived down to their reputation today. At Muckley Corner roundabout, there was a white transit behind who was threatening to push me out into the ceasless traffic. I know th wait was long, the longest I can recall, but there were just no gaps in the traffic to allow us to cross. There are no traffic lights on that roundabout. He revved and lunged the van at me, then swore & gestitulated. I decided to play it safe and pulled aside & let the psycho pass. There is a lamp-post out there with his name on it.

 

3°C, murky.

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36½ miles or cycling. It’s just about dry now. The chain nearly broke- or so it appeared when I arrived home. .

 

It’s also a day of recovering from a late night:  Bed at 2am. We went to a party for a couple celebrating their civil ceremony ( if that’s the right name). On of whom works importing Italian shoes. She got this amazing drink that’s the Italian equivalent of Champaigne. The difference is- this stuff is nice. I just can’t seem to remember it’s name.

 

Maybe I should categorise this under "mundane". We did eat lychees!

56 miles on the bike, it was dry and the roads white with salt. Gutters are even whiter with ice from overnight temperatures of -4°C. It seems more tiring when the temperatures are low, swo I decided to keep the distance cycled quite low.

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8°C,

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70 miles, no ice, but there’s mud everywhere. Really dark mud, full of leaves even though the trees stil have most of theirs,  dried &  brown.

It’s been a dayfull, 5 hours of cycling ( if you include cafe stops) and about that much again working up this animation for the charity video. the frame below shows a near-done preview. Some of this involves finding where various settings are. Now I know how to deinterlace. That stripey jagged look in the background is now gone. the firey bits look much better as of this evening.

 

remember the Sparrow killing story? Here’s some followup.

Read here: 

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7°C, clear, woth cycling to work

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 8°C, rain then sun

Sixty miles of backtonormality. I didn’t mind that it rained all morning, the rivers are all very full and absolutely everything in this country is wet. The rain has been heavy enough to wash all the clay and slippery diesel from the roads. All is left a a covering of dark brown shiny leaves.

I’d like a lightweight sturdy digital camera to take out on days like this. It needs to be able to record colour faithfully, to have some exposure control so no point-&-shoot will do. There are turquoise patches between clouds, deep orange to red bits on them offset by grey-purples. The wet roads sometimes take on these colours too. I thought in a painterly way as the miles reeled by.

 

My fingers smell bitterly of Araldite.

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Interesting BBC webpage covering a topic we discussed in a staff meeting entitled "teaching helplessness".

-1 to 3°C.

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Surprised: I was expecting a struggle when I decided to remove the broken off thread from a bolt-hole. especially when it’s been in there for a few years, and used through a winter. Amazing when it came out easily with a gentle twist of the pliars. Conditioning has let me not to expect that.

Anyway, I have so far fitted a Campagnolo AND a Shimano rear derrailleur to each of my bikes. The Campag one works perfectly, but the shimano is…typical shimano.

 

Both bikes have acquired shininess.

Talking of shine- I’m beginning to think that it’s a myth that magpies like shiney things. They are supposed to collect metal-foil, but in my 40+ years I have never seen this happen.

 

throat: why is it sore? There is no associated ill feeling, my mother says she has the same thing, it’s just there, sore but stable. Better keep a cap in the cycing tomorrow…