Bills Posts

The bird table has been fairly active today. Magpies, Pigeons, the odd Sparrow and Starlings. No squirrels though, as far as we are aware – we haven’t watched the table all day. The starlings though, were well on form. One in particular did not want to share the table with any others, although happy to tolerate the sparrow. It was a real running squabble, with lots of squawking, and angry flapping of wings.

We went for a walk, along Stoke Road to the Cycle track, down to Clayhall, over to St Mary’s church. Alverstoke. I wanted to have a look at the church, one to see if there were any gargoyles, and any other symbology. I’m reading a book about ley lines, but it talks a lot about the markers on the Ley lines, and of course that has sent my brain off in a direction. I’m even thinking of getting some dowsing rods – just for the fun of it of course, they sell them on Amazon.

St Mary’s does appear to have some gargoyles, but as the church was built in 1862(ish) they are decorative rather than serving any religious function I suspect. Couldn’t go inside the church obviously. The Covid–19 lockdown has seen to that. It was interesting though to have a look around. Next weekend, I may try to visit Rowner church, I believe this to be the oldest in town – more on that after the visit.

On then, with the walk. From St Marys we walked through the village to Jellicho Avenue, then down to the waterfront of Stokes Bay. Luckily the wind was from our backs, pushing us forward, It was quite breezy and a little chilly. And then the rain started. Not at all heavy, but threatening. We decided we would cut our route short by not going across to Gilkicker, but making our way back Tupe to the cycle track, to take the quickest way home.

It didn’t rain much.

It’s strange isn’t it. I have this iPad,upon which I can compose and publish a blog post. Every so often, I get the urge to be be productive, of course I know what that means, but how can I be productive on a medium that I’m barely allowed to use for work related activities? It seems, that writing a blog post satisfies the productive urge.

I looked out the kitchen window just as I was preparing my breakfast. I could see that the bird table was absolutely rammed with starlings. It’s not a big table, less than a foot square. I reckon it had about seven or eight starlings partaking of their morning meal. Were they preparing for their morning murmurings, or had they already performed and were rebuilding their energy supplies?

Either way, it was a real food throwing party with, surprisingly for starlings, not that much squabbling. There was though, plenty of food flying around.

I like soggy breakfast cereals, so having put the milk to the weetabix I moved on to emptying the dishwasher. As I did so, I noticed that the starlings had departed. There was something else on the table. To begin with I couldn’t quite make out what it was, and then I realised it was the squirrel. I to was having a right old feast!

It probably took me about 5 minutes to empty & fill the machine. During that time I kept a running watch on the table. The squirrel was there the whole time. I was more than glad that it was making the best of the seed there. And then, I noticed the pigeons.

I assume that it is the same two to three fat pigeons that return to the table. I don’t really mind, but I do want the smaller birds to get a decent meal. The pigeons were not pleased. The squirrel was stopping them from getting their breakfast. They were stomping around on the shed roof, pausing to look down at the bird table. One of the pigeons took a flying dive at the table, catching its roof causing it to rock. The Squirrel looked as though it was going to flee, half on the table and hanging on to the tree next to it, but it decided that it had not had enough and so returned to his morning meal. The pigeons became even more frantic, with lots of stomping and dive bombing the bird table. The squirrel was now used to this and remained unruffled, stuffing itself. I finished loading the dishwasher, and sat to eat my breakfast and read my morning (actually meal time) book. Sometime whilst I was doing this, the squirrel decided he’d had enough. The pigeons were on the table, and happily gorging themselves.

In the meantime, the magpie was in waiting.

Before we moved here, at our last home we had a very busy bird table. Here, we have had a bird table in place for a long time. I have had several attempts to lure birds here without success.

Recently I had another go, and this time it has gone a bit mad. Regular visits by starlings, pigeons, magpies, sparrows and others. I love it. The starling especially are untidy and argumentative. They throw food around and squawk, and it is brilliant.

Next door have a big bush next to our fence. I don’t know what it is but it is absolutely loaded with berries. The bush seems to be owned by a blackbird family. We can be sat only 3 or 4 feet away from from the bush, but that doesn’t stop them. We hear them clucking and flapping.

I love sitting and watching the birds on the table.

No point trying to put up a picture of the bird table – as soon as I move to do so, they bomb-burst.

So, here’s the thing. It’s 2230, I’m in bed and normally, I have a strict rule about not doing anything involving a screen except reading my kindle which doesn’t count. Why am I writing this? It’s one of those I need to get it out of my system things. Over the last couple of weeks i have been reading this book;

Branch Line Britain by Paul Atterbury

Splitting mainland Britain (and the Isle of Wight) into regions, it covers branch lines which closed mostly between 1900 and 1960, some later and some still open. A few of which I’ve been on. Anyhow, it has been my breakfast book reading about a couple of branch lines each morning, with a few departures (is that a pun?) to talk about things like railway hotels, model railway, railwayana and saucy rail related post cards. For the most part it was a very enjoyable read, and especially so as I class it as “one of those books you buy, but never read” the question is do I keep the book, or give it to charity? For the time being< it has gone back on the book shelf.

A primary purpose of this post is to get something written. But it has caused me some problems, as I am now thinking about whether I shouldn’t have a consistent theme, or are you happy with my random meanderings? That stopped me writing for a couple of days. The thing is I find it difficult to stay focused. Oh well. My next breakfast book is Timpsons Leylines. The thought of leylines has always fascinated me, and deserve a bit of exploration. I will report later.

Several days ago, I wrote about not walking, yet I walked. I walked again this morning. I had a bit of an internal battle to go out, but I do need to get used to doing it.

I saw very few people. It was a little bit busier than it was on Tuesday. But still nowhere near the numbers of the before days.

It is quite eerie, walking down Gosport High Street, all of the shops closed, some shuttered, the blinds down in the recently opened hotel – how little business have they done? Who would stay in a hotel through choice now? Who would board an aircraft and share the air the of the infected, or not infected – who knows? Who would go to a restaurant, and a cinema? how will these once loved, now feared institutions make a profit? I wish for the before days. This is now the after time. Things change. Will what was normality return? Who knows? I suspect we will find out.

I had a chat with my boss. I told him that I was worried about going back to work. Actually, I don’t think it’ll be a problem. We aren’t open plan and we don’t hot-desk. There are only three of us in our team, and our office is big enough for us to socially distance at our desks – are we lucky in that respect? I’ll be nervous I think when it happens, but we have to face the reality of it.

Where does not walking come from? It’s a habit that I need to get back in to. Over the lockdown I normally rise at about 0540, got and do 30 sit-ups and then get on the Wii-Fit to do 30+ minutes of physical jerks. It’s quite good fun really, and easier than going for a walk. The problem is that I can’t do the #Breakfastclub as my wife says that I shout when I talk and it wakes her up. She’s right I do shout. I really have to tone my voice down to a level she finds acceptable. Before the lockdown, i would follow the same routine, but would go for a walk to the waterfront, which meant that I could get on the radio.

I’ve had a busy day today, so no chance to research sidebars. It’s another busy day tomorrow as well. But Friday is a bank holiday. I’ll try then. To be honest I have other things to do in the evening, so it’s not a priority. sorry.

I went for a walk this morning. It was the first time in 6 weeks that I have been out for a walk in the morning. It was lovely to be able to go. It wasn’t sunny, it was a little bit breezy, but not cold.

A concern of the family was encounters with other people. This morning, it was most unusual walking down the high street. There were no shops open, between the house and the waterfront, I saw three people. None of them were anywhere near me. Down at the waterfront, there were a few more. But none of them were anywhere near me.

Of course, I was back on the #Breakfastclub, which was lovely. I have been doing the Isle of Wight Radio Society’s Thursday Night Net but I have missed the morning sessions.

Although I missed the arrival of the Mon St Michell, was rewarded by seeing the Reefer Barrington Island come in, escorted by two tugs – lovely sight.

My blog – do I care about how many people read it? Of course I do. I want it to be well known. Do I want my moment of fame? In a way, but fame isn’t necessarily a good thing. I don’t want to do a Ratner moment, but there are questions about the quality of my blog, and I know it has to improve. A lot.

Currently, I have around 5 known readers. I know one of them, a good friend. The others I don’t know. But one of them has a blog and blogs about blogging. I’m starting to absorb that content. I want to link to her in a sidebar. I don’t know the protocol here. Do I just do it? I have one technical problem, I don’t know how to put a sidebar up in WordPress. I’m working on it.

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It’s not a story, so don’t think I’ve gone fictional on you. The story is that of me writing my blog. The thing is what do I want to do with this blog? I’ve nothing to sell. I’ve no real story to tell. All I have is a desire to write. And, nothing to write about. That’s why my posts are random in content. There are things about a blog;

Who is your audience?

What are you writing about?

Why are you writing?

What is the end goal of your writing?

At the moment, I can only answer one of those questions, and I wonder about the validity of the answer. Why am I writing? The answer is because, not just because I want to, I have a need to. I have a ring bound notepad, writings from 15 years ago. I haven’t progressed beyond that. By now, I should have written a book. I’ve tried creative fiction classes. They didn’t work.

One thing they say, is you can’t write about what you want. You have to write to your audience. At the moment, the audience is me. your are here by happenstance. That doesn’t mean, by the way, that I don’t care that you are here. I do very much. I want to educate and entertain you.

IS it really the 20th of March since I last wrote a post? That’s outrageous. In my defence I will say that I have written something most days on my facebook page.

Towards the beginning of what would turn in to the lockdown, we were preparing for an ambition fulfilling holiday, to China. The crunch point came when we were faced with the decision as to whether or not to go to the visa processing centre to get our visas. By then it was clear that the trip was extremely unlikely to go ahead. We agonised for a period over whether we shouldn’t get the visas. By then if if we could, we didn’t really want to go. As it happens, it ended up that we didn’t go to the centre, and obviously we didn’t go on the holiday

And then the lockdown started. Luckily, it turns out that I was able,initially to do about 80% of my job working from home. I think with a recent upgrade in comms, there is now very little that I can’t do.

I have to confess that I am quite comfortable. I have an excellent workspace, notwithstanding the three email accounts that I have to monitor. That’s all to the good. To a degree, working from home has become so comfortable that I’m not sure that I’m looking forward to going back.

Stay safe everybody.

It seems that Covid-19 is getting very close to home. Literally. I suspect that it won’t be long before one of us goes down with a cold and then we will all be in isolation. But, unless I am actually ill I see no reason to not go for a walk.

I went out for my usual walk this morning. The footpath on my normal route was partially blocked for maintenance meaning I had to cross the road. Didn’t like that, so changed my route for the return trip. Only the Mon St Michell and the gosport ferries around this morning, although I heard the Janey W, a bunkering (refuelling) ship buzzing around the links spans in the harbour. There are problems with GB3IW, the Isle of Wight repeater, so the #Breakfastclub has moved on to Zello, a mobile phone app. It’s fiddly, and I don’t really like it but it works. Although I admit, the sound quality for everybody, is very good, whereas on mother radio it can sometimes be a bit hit and miss – but that’s the fun of it. It was alsodifficult doing my weather report, as I really needed three hands. But I managed to a degree.

Talking of the weather, 7.5C, and a bit of a breeze (lightbulb moment, breezy Bill – don’t worry, it’s a radio thing) pressure was almost normal at 1025mb, 30.25 inches of mercury. A grey sky with uneven clouds and no blue. It was cold, so as usual, I appreciated being wrapped up.

In these times, i think it’s important to be as normal as possible, that mean even as to what you do indoors. The panic buyers are being very selfish, even if I understand their motives. I just wish the news would find something positive to report on, rather than focussing on the negative, what about all the self help groups that are being set up? Frustrating.

Still, I wish you all well, and hope you had

a good day.