Bills Posts

I’ve just re-read last nights post. I’m not going to correct any of the mistypings, as they reflect the character of the day & evening. I had reached that point in the day when it was time for bed. I hadn’t done my Project 365 Or my blog posts. I could have left them for the day, but I really didn’t want to break the run. WordPress tells me that I have a 157 day streak, which acts as a reminder of that one day during 366 times when I accidentally missed a post. I want to keep this going.

I’ve encountered that problem with the fantasy holiday on Facebook. I’ve barely posted anything about last weeks state, and I haven’t even looked at which state we are in for this week. I have lost the thread, but having got so far, I do want to finish it, and in fairness, there are only about 10 weeks ago.

Where I was parked on the RAYNET exercise yesterday was very dry and powdery, which meant when anything or anybody went past, they kicked up a cloud and as a result the car was absolutely filthy so today it went off a good clean. I couldn’t really do anything else whilst it was being cleaned, so I went for a little stroll, which is where I captured the two vessels at the Haslar Marina.

I have another RAYNET possibly coming up in October, this is the Rufus Ride, a horse distance endurance ride. The previous two times I’ve done this event I have been just to the north west of Stoney Cross try scaffold.harsh.lunge in what 3 words, that’s pretty much exactly where I was. Personally, I’d quite like to go back there but I have no control over that. We’ll just have to wait.

Today, I arose at 0630, well to be honest that’s not strictly true. I arose at some ridiculous hour to assist in the capture of what turned out to be a dead mouse, being used as a plaything by one of our cats. I tried mostly unsuccessfully to get back to sleep, only to be disturbed once again by That Darn Cat, this lime with a live mouse, that she really didn’t want to give to us, but which we did manage to recover mostly uninjured we think. Anyhow, by then it gone 0400, and I was fairly confident that I wasn’t going to get back to sleep (I’d had enough problems earlier in the evening. That early morning cup of tea certainly hit the right spot. Car all loaded, route set, we are on our way to The Estate of Wimborne St Giles.

When I did this journey last year, it was really straigth forward Journey, the satnav in the QashQai took me along what lookks like the most straightforward of many routes.

This year? Hooo, No chance. The first thing that confused me was the satnave message saying that route presented would avoid the diversions on the A31. I thought it a bit strange as I had no intention of going anywhere near the diversion. The SatNav not only thought otherwise, it also concocted one of the most devious routes it is capable of doing. Why on earth would I wan’t to go along what I am sure as some of the narrowest single track. Anyhow it finally let me arrive.

Now, it has taken me a long longer than normal to write the previous paragraph, this is because, to be blunt ( please excuse my language) LI am knackered. I keep on falling asleep in the chair and wake having written a load of gibberish. I’m going to lease this for now

This was the sight that greeted me on the high street. It like the trolleys in the cockle ponds (although, in my view that is worse than this, but this is bad enough.

I tweeted this picture to Gosport Streetscene to let them know about it, as I do whenever I see the trolleys. It’s the need I feel in me that I need to do something about it.

Now, in all fairness, you could look at this picture, and the trolleys, and think why would I want to live in Gosport? Now, this is one of those relatively rare non-seagull acts of vandalism that would be as likely to see in any town, probably anywhere in the world.

I’ve walked down the high street and seen bags ripped open, with their contents spilled out.

But then, you see the street staff. There are a couple of chaps who are always out with their trolleys emptying the bins and cleaning the streets. I quite often stop and have a chat with them. They do a really good job. Most mornings when I’m out walking the street sweeper usually passes me at some point on Stokes Road. Then of course, there are the binmen. I have to admit, I wouldn’t do their job, we really would be in a mess without them.

The town does a pretty good job.

I managed to stir myself today, for the mornings walk. It wasn’t that difficult really, I felt guilty enough for having missed yesterday. Particularly frustrating as if I had done it then today, I would have walked my 1,000th recorded mile this year. As it happens, that will now be sometime around 0615ish, when I am down at the waterfront tomorrow. That’s OK, really I’m quite happy with that.

I checked the temperature as I got up, 15C reported by gosport weather.co.uk Yes, but this time of year, I’ve been caught like that, it won’t really be 15C, the windchill will take it down by at least a couple of degrees.

It turns out that the temperature didn’t really go down that much. I think the anemometer was showing around 14.8 at the waterfront, but once again there was a little bit of a chill to the air. This time though I was ready. I didn’t need a coat and a fleece, so I just wore the coat, and that was the right decision. I felt just right. Once again, I was pleased that I made the effort to get up and out.

Rowner church is No. 9 in my Gosport Project list, but because it’s one of the places I had never visited before. A combination of RAYNET and holiday events would trigger the gap between my first visit and what I want to do which is to make a brief video about the church.

I would like to include at least a still of the inside of the church, espetially of the oldest part, from the 12th century.

Certainly a part of the video will be to comment on the Victorian restoration, both in general, and in respect of St Mary the Virgin.

I only want the video to run for three to five minutes and not all of that will be me talking, some of which will be face to camera. One issue I have to address is microphone. I’m going to be using the Go Pro, and whilst I could use the on-board mic, which is pretty good, I really would like one of those reporters hand held mic, that’s going to cost a little bit, so I’m going to investigate that.

I have to do that and work on the script. Back to the plan.

The Admiral of the Fleet, The Lord Fieldhouse, Baron of Gosport died at the of 64, after picking up a post-operative infection. Sad that this man who achieved so much should die at such a young age.

You’ll note that I said in the lead para that he was Baron of Gosport, not mentioned on the plaque. I’m not sure why that should be not protocol? I thought I would do a small piece of historic research, looking to see how the social structure of a town or city. Where does a Baron sit in relation to a Mayor for example? I suppose it’s an example of class, with the Mayor being elected by the people, and appointed by the council, and a Baron appointed by the ruling monarch.

questions so far unanswered, I haven’t found that wiki page that’ll give me the answers I want – I’m assuming they are out there somewhere.

Anyhow, it was a very pleasant walk out. Slightly colder than what it has been, but that is only to be expected as we move into Autumn proper. I’m going to have a look out the back in a couple of minutes. When I looked earlier there were practically no clouds are in the sky. I’m willing to bet there are a few stars out. It’s getting toward that time when I want to sit in the garden for a bit with my binoculars. No good with a telescope – quicker and easier to find objects the simple way.

I miscalculated little bit. It was cooler than I thought it would be for this morunning’s walk. I suppose I could have turned back and picked up my coat, but it wasn’t really that bad so I decided not to. It was OK, but I will pay a bit more attention before I go out tomorrow morning.

It was very nice to get out for my usual morning walk. It’s surprising the difference a week makes. It was quite dark when I arrived at the waterfront;

The sun isn’t really up, but as I said the other day I need to see this as an opportunity to take other types of night shots. I was looking at shadow areas as I was walking along, but nothing really inspired me. It’s the case though isn’t it of taking a picture, thinking nothing of it and it turns out to be something interesting. I need to try that – just try different things.

I didn’t take the measuring devices with me, I thought I might not have enough light to read the instruments, especially the refractometer which needs a bright source to be readable. As it happens, I needn’t have worried. It’ll be a few days yet before it’s too dim.

There’s also a point where I will need to move from the monopod to the tripod as the gadget stick. Whilst it is a bit of nuisance to have to carry the tripod, it is very effective, it gives me nice steady images and as it is freestanding, it releases a hand for other duties.

Back then into the routine and yet changes are in the offing. We are moving in to the time of year when I have to re-think the way I have been doing somethings over the last few months. Let’s see what it brings.

The Butser Hill Challenge was the first I attended as a member of RAYNET in 2016. I’d wanted to go up the hill from the first time I’d seen it. Covering this event with RAYNET means that for the last four years, I’ve spent a couple of hours pretty much at the top of the hill. A real pleasure.

The point where the picture is taken, is “my point”. Who ever plans the positioning of RAYNET volunteers tends to keep you where you are, so most years, I know exactly where I am going to be. I am definitely not complaining. I watched a sparrow hawk taking a rest in a tree, and was able to watch a car carrier passing along the Solent on its way in to Southampton. Several groups of people (not runners) passed by, exchanging pleasantries, sometimes they ask what’s happening, or what you are doing.

This morning it was raining. Not heavily, but enough that to have to stand in it for two or three hours would be uncomfortable. Luckily, I was able to position the car so that I could watch the runners come over the brow of the hill, using the Bino’s I was able to get their numbers early, and note the time they pass and pass the numbers to control (the first three male and female runners and the tailender only). The rest of the time I’m there in case anyone has a problem, only to call for assistance though, not to render help – we aren’t insured for that.

Next week, I have a day on the New Forest Marathon, being run at Wimborne St Giles – we did it there last year. It was fine. I’m doing something different this year; the route bus. Should be interesting.

With astronomical Autumn only a few days away, there are signs in the garden that the growing season is coming to a close for some flowers at least.

Our wild patch which didn’t start off particularly well, probably because the birds kept eating the seeds boomed in to life and was a great attractor for insects, which was brilliant.

Elayne has done a superb job of cultivating a truly lovely garden colourful, and producing bumper crops of potatoes, tomatoes and only today, radishes. Have to admit though, the runner beans didn’t run.

I think it must have given me a bit more focus during last years lockdown, I have done a couple of Big Butterfly Counts, but just haven’t kept up with it. That by no means says that I have lost interest, there was a degree of uncertainty about whether the count was being run this year. I have absolutely loved watching what has been going on with butterflies.

Without doubt though, the stars of the year have been the birds. It really took off with the wagtails which were simply delightful. We haven’t seen them now for several months now. I do hope they are ok and return to us.

I will keep feeding the birds through the winter. This time of year it is a matter of survival that they have access to an assured supply of food. I certainly intend to give them that.

No, this is only the site of the palace. I’ve been wanting to visit here ever since I heard of it. I have to admit I had no idea how big it was.

To visit the site is to be exposed to the artefacts and building skills of 2000 years ago, and to begin to appreciate why the Roman Empire dominated as it did. The skills of the people who built the palace, and laid the mosaics that decorated the floor. To see the central heating system – which I knew they did but to see it is amazing.

The palace was built very close to what was then the waters edge of the harbour. Speaking to the staff running palace, there is a big question as to why the palace was built at this location. Apparently, they had install wooden piles to hold up part of it.

It really was a fascinating end to a lovely week.