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— Oscar Wilde.
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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
Me and my occasional posts, mostly about the town of Gosport and occasionally my thoughts. So stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

I’m at a stage of planning the Portsmouth video where I can almost think about drafting the prompt cards. I pretty much have the locations sorted; all that remains is time. Not yet, though.
In the meantime, I need to come up with something that can fill the space between those moments, and yet not require a lot of effort, and the videos themselves don’t need to be too long.
YouTube has two different video formats: long, where the images are recorded in landscape and short, where the images are recorded in portrait. The thing is that I don’t really want to do the portrait format.
Also, I have a tendency to make things too complicated and end up not doing anything because it really is too difficult. I need to accept that sometimes, the simplest things can make perfectly good videos.

Elayne likes to keep a lovely garden. I am really pleased that she does, because it is a project to be proud of, and I do like to see it.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve appreciated nature, but retirement has changed the nature of that appreciation. One example of this is the seed pods of the passion flower bush that grows on the fence line between our neighbour and us.
Six months ago, I would not have thought of taking a pod apart to see what it is like inside. Now, I’ve done it twice, at different stages of maturity. I’ve just had to publish, it’s two minutes to midnight, and I didn’t want to miss the count.
I haven’t finished with the passion flowers, but there are other things in the garden that interest me. On the other hand, I don’t intend for what’s in the garden to be an obsession; it is merely an opportunity. Next, though, I might take a look at the olive tree. Apparently, it has olives growing.

A few posts ago, Actually, it was 2072 I talked about going to the library and researching an aspect of Portsmouths invovlement in the Civil War. It’s worth giving a little bit of a back story of the Portsmouth Papers.
Started in the 1960’s as an attempt to revive interests in the history of the city. There are 80 papers. written by some prestigious authors.
The good thing is that it appears that the papers are being revised, including the existing series being digitised and possibly new papers being written. Here’s a link to the website.
I’ll keep track of it.
First time I’ve done this, and I think it’s appropriate. This is a “Recruitment poster” for the group. We had our second session today, and I think i can say that it went resonably well.
The thing though, is planning. I’ve never done this before. What I want to do is keep the members of the group engaged. There is a danger of focussing on fiction. Given the number of people in the group (10>), I need to make sure than any plan includes a good mix of fiction and non-fiction.
I have to confess, that AI has been very useful here. It has given me a framework which I think is practical and doable.

The office has been driving me up the wall. I hate to think what it has been doing to Elayne, and she doesn’t have to come in here unless it’s to get something off the printer. It’s not often she says something about it, but I see the look she gives me if we are both in the office at the same time.
I had to do something, so a bit of re-arranging, and making decisions about stuff that can go to charity. It’s harsh, but necessary.
One of the benefits, having cleared some desk space, is that I am able to get the stereo microscope out. With the passion fruit seed pods getting very near dropping (I’m not forcing them), letting nature follow it’s course, I’m looking forward to having a look at them under the scope.
The job of clearing the office has only just begun. There is a long way to go. One of the big problems is lack of book space. I have a literal pile of books, which were in danger of toppling whenever I made the air move. I had a bit of a revelation, I had space for a couple of boxes (on top of where there were already a couple of boxes). The books have been moved in to a box. At least the floor is clear, and I am not forever picking up books.
The desk, and the temporary table that was going to be my trainset (I’m not doing that anymore, I’ve realised it’s not practical). are both loaded, and I need to make space on both.
Not sure how I’m going to do that yet.

Dear Steve,
A couple of comments on the photo that I include with this week’s letter. I was curious to see this little plant, so vibrantly green against the severely blanched grass next to it, and couldn’t help wondering how it did that, how did it manage to stay so green?
And then, looking at the picture again, and noticing the discarded cigarette ends next to the plant, and sincerely hoping that whoever they belong to went to great efforts to ensure that the butt had been fully extinguished, and how it highlights just how easy it is to start a fire. I confess, I shook my head in disbelief.
Gilbert opens his letter XXVI by talking about his friend’s travels to Scotland, examining the nature found there. That immediately brought to mind places I have visited abroad (be that anywhere outside Gosport) and the scant attention I have paid to the nature to be found there. This is an error that I shall correct forthwith.
I feel that perhaps an hour, possibly two, exploring what might be found in a particular destination may pay dividends in terms of enjoyment of the time away from home.
Additionally, Gilbert reminds me that there is knowledge to be gained from understanding how time and nature intermingle. I have several books giving versions of Nature’s own calendar. I have been paying little attention to those. Indeed, I think I may consult my assistant, perhaps either to recommend a definitive calendar, or to recommend a good book-based version, or for her to generate a monthly reminder as to what might be expected.
My assistant regularly remonstrates with me on the construction of my paragraphs (actually, she doesn’t, but I feel that she reads my writings with that puzzled look on her face; how did he get from this to that, in two sentences), and then I find Gilbert going from the Eagle-owl to wild geese over two sentences. I would hazard that he did not have an assistant tutting as she read his work. I would insert an emoji here to show that I wrote this paragraph with a smile on my face, lest she take offence.
My earlier comments on the calendar are reinforced when Gilbert, at the end of his letter, comments on what he is expecting to see in October and November. Delightfully, his letter has given me two small tasks for this week, namely, research the nature of holiday destinations, and identify a good calendar. Tasks with which I shall engage with relish.
I was walking between shops on Friday, when I heard the chatter of starlings. Their unmistakable hooting and shouting with the underlying hiss of scandal and gossip being exchanged was a delight to the ear. Hopefully, they’ll resume visiting us soon.
I’m watching two clusters of passion flower pods. There are some big changes under way, mainly in colour. As soon as I see that one of the pods has dropped, I shall have it in to examine.
I think I can say with a degree of confidence that plant life in Gosport is suffering from the lack of water. We have tried our best, but the yield from our little vegetable patch is well down on what it has been in the past, and the flowers, especially the sunflowers, are looking very forlorn. There is rain forecast for this week. I hope it arrives.

I think it is onne of those days where movement, or lack of it has been a priority. I’ve spent most of the day in the office, apart from the odd interval like lunch and tea, oh and 20 minutes in the garden chair with a good magnum ice lolly.
I’ve managed to reduce the shredding pile from an overflowing box to empty, and done a few things on the computer, and really, just had a very lazy day. I’m sure we will pay for it later – there’s a growing ironing pile, but that isn’t too painful. We’ll do that tomorrow morning, and then we are getting together for a nice lunch.
Not really much else to say. It was a good day. A bit hot though.

I do Friday afternoons in a local charity shop. If I am completely honest, the main reason why I volunteered is because i was upset that the British Heart Foundation (BHF) shop in the high street had closed.
The BHF had by far the best 2nd hand. book section of all of the charity shops on the high street. It was well maintained well stocked with both fiction and non-fiction,and most of all interesting. Admittedly, I didn’t buy something every week, but i did look,.
So, my thoughts were that if I voluntered, I could do something to build up the book section to something approaching the BHF standard. This is where I hit my first problem; ii don’t control the books; their arrival into the shop, their temporary storage before beiing displayedl what is displayed and how.
I’m thinking about how I could influence the shop managers to allow me to manage this aspect, and telliing them “Please put out this part of the book shelf over each week.

There is no point in my stressing about it. I guess the word is “Spontaneous”. the Facebook walks arise from the immediate experience. It provides the material for the post. If I don’t walk, no material, no Facebook post. It sounds a bit blunt, but it’s the way my brain works I’m afraid.
These blog posts, on the other hand, can appear to be a bit random. That’s because, apart from The Letters to Steve, which appear every Sunday, my posts might be varied. I don’t think there is any kind of pattern to them. If you read regularly, you’ll see that every so often I get a bit of a bee in my bonnet.
Good examples of this are vlogging and the various u3a projects. If you are a really long term reader, you might (quite reasonably) have detected almost a sense of desperation at a fairly big desire to produce vlogs, conflicted with absolutely no idea what to vlog about.
Things have changed a bit over the last few months. I still don’t really have a defined posting schedule (should I)? But, I think that is because it doesn’t really fit in with what I am using the blog for.
This then, becomes the crunch; what am I using the blog for? Well, I blog because I enjoy it. You could also say, I vlog because I enjoy it. Ok perhaps not so much vlogs as blogs. There is one other reason I blog, and vlog: that is because it gives me the opportunity to indulge and share my curiosity, because that is pretty much what it is all about; curiosity. So, there you go. Thats why I do it.

The solar eclipse wasn’t total in the UK. The picture above was taken at around 19:12 hours local time, here in Gosport. The coverage was supposed to be around 93% I don’t think this is far off it.
Whilst I didn’t see first bite, I did catch early engagement. Knowing what was happening, how the bodies were lining up was just awe inspiring, it really was amazing. I had bought observing glasses, so was able to see very clearly what was happening.
I can’t remember when or how I first heard the phrase “Celestial Dance” but that is it, a beautiful dance.
This is the setup I used. It’s a bit basic. I would move the sun on screen take a coule of shots, and move it off again. I didn’t want to expose the phone camera too much. It seemedd to work quite well.

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