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Category Archives: Travel
Turboshed
Winter beach
Drove home last night late, in the valleys, temperatures dropped to minus six. It was all dry and little white so no real problems. The car coped apart from the screen-wash jets froze and didn’t work for the whole trip.
The car’s service+MOT cost the earth, there must be a better way to keep the thing going. It’s going back because the new brakes aren’t right- not if the warning light is true.
December’s rainbow
NE winds brought light showers from the North Sea today. This new fleece long sleeve shirt did the trick- no chills for me. I have ot recommend this stuff, even when wet, it’s warm in the way that woollen shirts are.Weather like this is great for rainbows- even in the middle of the day- possible because the sun is still quite low.
Today has the earliest sunset of the year.
Somewhere near Packington, Leicestershire.
Cwm Cau

On the South face of Cadair Idris, the lake Llyn Cau. Yesterday. The snow started at about 1,000ft, it formed a decent ground-cover a few hundred metres higher here at this lake Llyn Cau. We had intended to go to the beach but the mountains called with their bright white peaks in the patches of sunshine.
Make a survey for up to at least 15 people
9°C, showers, clammy
You can work out what’s wrong with the title.
Fine morning to unblock a stinking drain. The overspill left a layer of slimy mud below the window which must have been teeming with life. My guess is there were algae living in it along with the inevitable fungi. Further along the food chain were a growing family of slugs, looking like miniature gherkins. They were so happy. The fungi spent their time making the rotten newspaper smell, and the jelly-like clear slimes- what were they. Or maybe not; times like this I need an expert in microscopic-smelly-lifeforms.
All wet and shiny clean now.
A day to be confused by stuff that people write. Go away, sit in a quiet dark room and and think really hard.
Fogged
Now, suddenly we see it’s winter. I am not cold. Credit that to long-johns & a vest.
Camp was indeed cosy
Warm, dry and very campable week.
Great campsite, only us, the river and a Portaloo in the opposite corner. Oh, and not to forget- about six sheep. After a day’s walking, I’d wash in the river, and collect water for the camp.The wind was odd, despite the revailing southerly, all of the big gusts were from the west. The tent held.
late afternoon happens in the night
In lanes like these:
This was the scene, nearly home, only 10 miles to go in Seckington.
Back on the road again
wearing the same clothes again.:
Off to see Devon Sproule later.

