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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.

It seems that I have accumulated rather a lot of emails in gmail. Google has been sending me a lot of remiinders that I am running out of space, and suggesting that I buy more.
To be honest, I think I will just delete unnecessary emails, I seem to have a fairly efficient method of achieving that.
Unfortunately, monitoring the process and making sure that it doesn’t delete anything I need is a hands-on activity, so time has slipped by me. Meaning that this is a rushed post.

I haven’t seen a starling for quite a while. I’ve heard them on occasion, and not very many.
We were sitting at the bottom of the garden, enjoying a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits, when I heard what sounded like quite a few Starlings.
I looked around, and there were literally hundreds of them on the roof. I really can’t remember the last time I’ve seen so many of them, let alone on the roof nearby.
The temptation was too great, and I did put some food out. They dived on the bird table.
The Butterflies have been very frustrating this year. A few years ago, we did the Big Butterfly Watch. It was almost like they knew we needed to photograph them, and they stayed quite still, allowing several shots. Today, a rather glorious peacock butterfly settled near to me. I grabbed my phone, stood up (it wasn’t that close) and off it flew.
We’ve had quite a few small whites in the garden. I counted 5 at the same time. They are aggressive little beasties; either that, or it is a love dance. It certainly looks like they are fighting.
Also, the small whites are fast; they zip between locations. Absolutely fascinating to watch.

Dear Steve,
Hedgehogs are the main topic of Gilbert’s letter XXVII. For once, he has done something with a wild animal that I understand and acknowledge. I’m not sure how he procured (his word) his family of hedgehogs; I hope it was not by stealing from their mother, and I am sure he treated them well whilst they were in his care.
Again,I was struck by his words that hedgehogs abounded in his garden and surrounding area, I’m not sure if I can use that term for Gosport; I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw one. Our friend, Lynn, in Cambridgeshire goes to great lengths to create and maintain a comfortable environment for them.
Sadly, many of the little beasties end up under the wheels of vehicles as they attempt to cross roads. It always upsets me when I see the results of that unfair encounter.
I would, if I could, encourage hedgehogs into our garden, but I think we have the perimeter too tightly bound up. I must explore this more, though.
There have been a couple of instances of synchronicity between my encounters with nature and Gilbert’s letters; I had hoped there might be another one today, after my encounter yesterday with the ants in our garden. I would have been amazed had Gilbert talked of any insects. It was not to be. The ants, though, continue to provide food for this blog and did so again.
This time, they were busy exploring the table on our patio, where I had decided to sit and have breakfast. They didn’t interfere with my breakfast, but three of them did take advantage of a drop of milk that I had spilt, whilst another explored a piece of nut from my muesli. I, in the meantime, explored the macro capabilities of my phone’s camera (which are not at all bad).
For a change, we had some rain this week. Not much, but the sunflowers have been much happier. I think it is probably too late for some of the passion flower seed pods. One, in particular, which I have been following, appears to be withering away to nothing. Others are rotting on the vine. Not at all good.
One thing that does surprise me is that there are seed pods at very different stages of maturity, from very young to those that are withering. I wonder if that is a deliberate strategy on the part of the bush, to ensure continuity?
I’ve got myself into the position where I have been able to bring my stereo microscope out of storage, and have set it up ready for use. I’ve already tried it with some cat fur, but now waiting for its first proper subject. I’m not going to encourage a passion pod to fall, but it would be nice if one were the first.
This will probably be my last letter to Steve for a few weeks. The noticing will continue, though, even if the writing has to wait.
All the very Best
Bill

The A3 is an interesting road. I’ve not only driven along it quite a few times, but it has also given me more than a few adventures.
I passed my Amateur Radio Foundation exam in 2016; not long after that, I joined an organisation called RAYNET. I had a great time being a part of that. The header picture was taken when I was operating a radio at the top of Butser Hill, for an event called the Butser Hill Challenge. The cows were very friendly, intensely curious, and hungry. When they realised I wasn’t going to feed them, they lost interest and wandered off.
A little further along the A3, from Butser Hill, is the road’s only roundabout. Just north of Petersfield. It was here that I had my first encounter with Gilbert White. Northbound, his house is signposted from the roundabout off the first exit. It took me several years to get around to googling to find out who he was, and why his house warranted a brown tourist sign. That really opened up a new area of interest, only half of which you are aware of- the Letters to Steve.
Only a couple of miles further north of that roundabout and not far off the A3, is the hotel where Alex, my step-son and his wife were married. We’ve stayed there a couple of times.
Then, there is the Holycombe Steam collection. That is on our list of places to visit soon.
The final place I’ll mention is The Sculpture Park. It’s an open-air shop, and I think every item is for sale, but they are quite happy for people to just come in and wander – for a small fee. It really is amazing, and well worth a visit
Another place we have yet to visit is The Devils Punchbowl. It’s another of those places that every time we see the sign, we say, “We really must go there”.

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.
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