Bills Posts

When you are researching a book, you get a licence to do things that under normal circumstances might be considered quite mad, and given opportunities to talk about them with reasonableness.

I am researching a book (or at least, pretending to) whether it will ever get fully written or not I do not know. In the meantime though, I have the opportunity to research a number of are generally called Pseudoscientific hypotheses or para scientific beliefs. I think these two terms are intentionally derogatory, and so I prefer the friendlier term Earth Mysteries.

If I am seriously to write this book then I need to explore at least three of these earth mysteries. They are; The existence of UFO’s, the existence of Ley Lines and Earth Energies and dowsing, a means by which such energies and therefore Ley lines can be found.

If then, I am to research these earth mysteries what do I need to do? Well, I have to confess that I have bought a set of dowsing rods! I can Dow dowsing anywhere, who knows what I will find here in Gosport? I have been finding out how to use them – they haven’t arrived yet, but if you are in Gosport and you see me walking around with them, stop and say hello.

As for UFO’s I feel I should spend at least part of a night at an ancient site, perhaps Knowleton. But, I would like a portable chair that rotates so that I can scan all of the visible sky. And for part of the night, I do mean past midnight.

One of the things that Elayne and I enjoy about the camera club is that usually, every month ends with a walk offering photographic opportunities and lunch at a nice pub. Yesterday was no exception.

Swanwick lakes are the usual thing, a nature reserve that is the result of the extraction of a lot of gravel or in this case, I think it was clay. I guess there is an argument to be had for wouldn’t it be better to not extract the clay, but leave things as they are and let nature happen? Things don’t work like that though do they?

Fortunately, in these cases, places like here at Swanwick and Paxton pits near St Neots end up as wildlife havens. So I’m not complaining.

We had planned to walk and then have lunch, but because of the rain we changed it around. Meeting at the Elm Tree Inn 8 of us from the club were out for the day. The lunch was excellent. I had the Chicken, Leek & Ham pie, Elayne had the Roast Beef with all the trimmings. Pudding was Sticky Toffee pudding with custard – of course I checked how they served the custard as usually establishments just give a token amount. They very kindly brought out a small jug so I had the right amount.

On then to the walk. It turns out that eating first then walking isn’t ideal for me, after a meal like that I could have done with a snooze, but wee got going. The rain held off and we took some care at the couple of places where it got muddy. We ended up splitting from the group as we needed to return home, and of course at some point we took a wrong turn and were momentarily lost, but we soon found the correct path.

It really was a most enjoyable day.

Annoyingly, I missed a post yesterday, and I’ve just realised that I missed commenting on post 1465 – which represented 4 years of (enumerated) blogging. Which also should have happened on 14 August. The difference between the two is the number of days that I missed a blog post, it’s around a hundred.

The day started with a visit to kwik-fit to try and work out whether we had a broken typer pressure sensor or a very slow puncture. Luckily it was the latter, apparently a very small nail in the tread. Within a very few minutes, I was on my way home.

Off to a Christmas craft fair. I did go in for a couple of minutes but quickly realised it wasn’t my thing and as agreed with Elayne I retired to the car, with her taking as long as she wished. I was quite happy, I had my War of the Roses book and magazine and a book that I had discovered in amongst Elayne’s university books that I am quite eager to read. Of course, I go back to the car got set up and promptly fell asleep. Well, not quite I did manage to get a few pages read.

I then dropped Elayne off at Trinity Church for her to go to another fair, whilst I took the car home and walked down the high street. There was a nice market going on and the street was very busy. We eventually met up at Coffee #1.

We got home, and sat in front of the TV for an hour before I got on with the Christmas letter. Not quite finished yet, but not far off.

This evening, we had a very nice meal at the The Black Dog in Waltham Chase with good friends of ours. I had Steak and Ale pie on a bed of Mash, with some broccoli followed by Profiteroles. Very nice,

The picture? It’s the centre point of the Christmas lights at Gunwharf – absolutely nothing to do with the day.

Title says it all really. From about 2100, sat in the comfy chair it was all I could to stay awake in front of the Telly. I gave up in the end,, but didn’t want to reset the posting count.

Tuesday nights is Camera Club night. This is something I really enjoy for several reasons, the main ones being; it’s an activity that both Elayne and I enjoy doing plus it gives us purpose for our photography if we ever need it.

This Tuesday was a case in point it was a competition night, The subject for our group was pastels. This is one of the two photos that I submitted as a projected digital image (PDI). I took it last year on our visit to the Longleat Festival of Light. It was mostly unedited apart from a bit of cropping and toning down the colours as in the original they were very bright.

Scoring – points are awarded by the judge. Scores range between 6 and 10 points, judges are asked not to mark any lower to avoid hurting feelings, particularly as our group can include absolute beginners and new members. My other picture scored 7.5, not brilliant, but OK.

For some reason the judge liked this picture and held it back for a later review rather than give it a score. I got excited with that, because that meant I was in contention for a Highly Commended or possibly one of the top three,

As it happens, I got 9.5, an excellent score, one that I am very happy with. A very pleasant evening, with some excellent pictures displayed.

We got back from Heythrop Park early afternoon. Luckily we weren’t too tired, because that meant we could go on the Camera club trip to photograph the Christmas lights in Gunwharf and not feel shattered and not really enjoy the evening.

Well, we did enjoy the evening. To be honest the Christmas lights were OK, nice. I also have to say that my attempts to photograph them were to be brutally honest – rubbish.

By far the best pictures were not the lights, but scenes around the area. We did enjoy the evening.

I’m sure Mark won’t mind my using his picture in tonight’s blog.

Earlier on Saturday, we visited the Rollright Stones, and then we decided that we would go and find Jeremy Clarkson’s arm shop – Diddly Squat. It took us one missed turn to find it.

Now, bear in mind that we were still in the midst of Storm Bert. The rain had been pretty much incessant and it was still chucking it down. Nonetheless, the car park was heaving, well full really, and the queue just to pay a visit to the farm shop had to be seen to be believed.what is visible in the picture is only a fraction of it.

We decided that we had visited Diddly Squat, and would now drive on to Chipping Norton, where we had a drink and a bit of a browse before heading back to the hotel.

We had a weekend at Heythrop Park, A Warner Leisure. It was with our cruise buddies, and it was lovely to spend some time with them. Saturday was a highlight day, apart from the rain being delivered by Storm Bert.

As time got closer for us to go away I had a look to see if there were any megalithic sites nearby that we might visit. Turns an out the Rollright stones were only 9 miles or so. I was determined to visit them if I had a chance. It was unfortunate that Helen was poorly, it would have been nice for all of us to take a trip to the stones but at least we did get there.

I must admit, that I was a bit uncertain how I would feel getting so close to one of these ancient sites, given my recently increased interest in them. Elayne suggested that I touch all of the stones in the circle. What an excellent idea. Very strange. I said to Mark, that it felt like I was saying hello to old friends. I do hope that doesn’t sound too bonkers. For me, it really was quite a moving experience. I’m looking forward to visiting other sites when I can.

I’ll write about the next places we visited – kind of. Tomorrow.

I’ll write about these tomorrow. Too tired now, sorry.

I went out for a bit of a stroll and came across this grassed area. I paused for a couple of minutes to ponder. I willing to bet that this group of molehills _(one of several groups I could see, and knowing where it is) is driving somebody absolutely bonkers, disrupting what is overall a fairly smooth patch of grass.

But then the thought occurred to me; who was there first? The gardener or the moles? Surely, don’t the moles have as much right to tunnel, and make hills on this patch, as the landowner has to a smooth patch of grass (if not more)?

The patch of grass was large, and the molehills, other than disrupting the otherwise supposedly pristine grass were doing no harm (were they)? I’m assuming the tunnelling activity may even be helping the health of the soil? I await the brickbats of those that tell me I’m being an idiot.

Either way, I hope the moles are having a good time, and the landowner isn’t too apoplectic.