This week, I was just going to write about a few things that have happened, piqued my interest or stuff I just generally thought worth mentioning.
The picture above has been my place of work for the last 3 months. I have to say that it’s very comfortable working here, and since I have a USB C dock, each evening, I can disconnect my work laptop and then the whole thing runs on my own personal laptop without incident.
I also have the desk light linked to Alexa so I can turn it on at will with the command “Alexa Desk On”. I have a soft phone and an incredible plantronics headset, so I can answer any calls in 3 rings. I even have a high definition camera for meetings.
I have 2 clocks on my desk, UK time and Mumbai time so I don’t disturb our supplier’s when they’re having their “Tea” (Tea is northern slang for dinner, if you don’t understand, ask someone from the North of England what “Egg and Chips” is).
During the week, I’ve tried to keep my lunch hours as dynamic as possible (on the days when I don’t simply go out to buy Milk).
At primary school there was a teacher who was an absolute monster. I was sat in my chair aged 6 and needed to go to the toilet. I knew if I asked I would be shouted at and made to cry so I just sat there… and poo’d myself.
The children sat near me must have realised, but were so terrified, they said nothing. So, after about 20 minutes, I just got used to it.
That’s a bit like my bathroom. I never really liked it, but just got used to it.
One advantage of lock down (if you can call it an advantage) is that it’s given me time to undertake things like routine house maintenance (which would normally be lower down the list than organising a trip to somewhere exciting or reviewing/preparing outdoor gear ready for trip).
I decided to completely re-do my bathroom. Paul the Plumber was recommended in a local utilities handbook that was put through my door.
The price was higher than I’d expected, but I looked at some of his work online and realised it was perfection (I won’t use poncy word’s like “artist”, but this guy knew what he was doing).
So, after setting up a tray in the kitchen with chocolate biscuits and a brew kit, I left him to it.
The tilling, plumbing, installation and other work are perfect (there are other simple jobs that still need doing, but that’s down to me). In every way I’m delighted.
When I wake each morning (thanks to Alexa), the first thing’s I see are my pictures of Nikki and a large photo of the world from space. But, the first room I walk into each day is my bathroom. Now a vibrant environment and a superb start to the day.
Paul the Plumber can be contacted if you live in the Cheshire area and need similar work doing. I couldn’t recommend him more highly.
Speaking of maintenance, upkeep and repair, I’ve had problems with my bike.
Which surprised me, considering I’ve spent a lot of money on a full service and had several of parts replaced.
I’ve been riding along, and the bike changes gear on its own. So I’ve basically had 2 gears, the lowest one and the highest one (which has done wonders for my fitness).
Turns out, after a gear “installation”, the the cable can stretch and this is what’s happening. So I’ve got my bike booked in for Sunday with Bike Factory and it should be good as new after that.
Saturday 4th of July – English pubs can legally open after 101 days and the world restarts (and probably stops and restarts again, in about 6 weeks, but for the time being…)
I’ve booked a couple of my favourite Gastro pubs for meals, but I’m still unsure how booking works, if you want a pint.
I mean I can book a table for 6pm next Thursday to go for a pint. But I don’t know if I’ll feel like going for a pint then – it’s largely a spontaneous activity, that’s why it’s fun.
See what happens. Artichoke (pictured above) are open from the 9th of July and can be booked at: Artichoke bookings.
Also on Saturday, if I possibly can, I’ll try and get my haircut, although I think it will be reminiscent of the scenes when the Taliban leave a town and the local men fall over themselves to get their haircut.
The new James Bond film, No Time to Die looks fantastic.
I had a seat booked for the first showing in Cheshire at 10am several months ago. I’d booked the day off work and the seat had cost the best part of £30.
It was cancelled and put back to November 12.
In younger times, my brother and I would go to the cinema every Saturday in Manchester. Sometimes (well, more than sometimes) I’d be skint and David would pay.
I’ve told my brother that we’ll watch it together in Bury (where he Live’s) in the best seats in the house… and I’ll pay.
In the meantime, I found this article that shows all the shooting locations from the film.
Normally, I’d do an average of 3 hill walks a month and it would be around the Clwyedian’s or Snowdonia in North Wales or the Peak District in England (basically places you can get to in an 1 – 2 hours).
That hasn’t been possible so Like a lot of people, I’ve been exploring walks and cycle rides, close to home.
OK, this is johnsunter.com and we say it like is. The Cheshire Planes, are as flat as a snooker table, so trail walking is a better description.
That being said, I’ve found some amazing routes and places.
On one occasion, we went for a bike ride and stopped for lunch at a car park in Delamere forest. I’d not been there before, but wandering around, I realised there were several trails. When we got home, we consulted our maps and worked out a 10 mile route from there, which we did the next week.
There are nooks and crannies of fantastic walking all over Cheshire I’ve found, so I have to conclude that there must be similar in most of the UK, if we just go looking.
But, one thing that made me fume, was the amount of litter and rubbish I found in some otherwise beautiful spots.
The old adage, if you can carry it there, you can carry it back, doesn’t seem to fit with some people.
Scorched earth is a phrase we use in IT, when we wipe an environment clean and start again. What do some people think happens when you you light a throwaway barbecue on grass ?
Even “Doggers” who, having watched someone perform a sexual act on their wife in a car park, are decent enough to take their cans of Stella home !.
I’ve been cycling and seen Sofa’s dumped at the side of the road on country paths. The only funny thing, is the sign above, which is posted in parks in York and I wish I could meet whoever designed it.
My sister was telling me, that my niece Poppy, has become addicted to a tv series called Naked and Afraid.
Not my sort of bushcraft, basically, 2 strangers are literally naked (with improvised clothes from leaves) and have to survive for 3 weeks in some far flung place.
They can tap out at any time and go home and I was surprised to see that it’s run for 11 seasons !.
I was delighted to find, that poppy is interested in Bushcraft now.
Since they have some woods nearby, they go out for walks, look for tracks and build lean-to shelters.
I sent over some Bushcraft tools like a flint and steel, a mess tin, some army rations (a so sort of modern Adventure Kit of the kind I got as a Christmas gift).
Another thing I sent over (which is one of the best bushcraft bargains out there) is this Outad Stove.
This is one I lit in my garden. It burns dry twigs, so its running costs are basically nothing, there is no gas canister to get rid of and no fuel needs to be carried.
Nikki’s father died in January. He wasn’t my father, but I called him dad, and nobody seemed to mind.
A charming little old man who always stood up to greet me and shake my hand, despite being around 90 years old.
But intellectually he was a giant. Engaging in conversation, his knowledge, memory of facts and figures and ability to process information was mesmerising to watch.
He had worked as an aeronautical engineer. 997mm wasn’t the same as as a meter and if you made that mistake in front of him, you wouldn’t make it twice.
Charming and lovely, but at heart, things were either right or they weren’t and there was no middle ground (as someone who’s struggles a bit with flying, I’m delighted that it’s people like that who build aeroplanes).
When we had dinner with John and Sheila, if a waiter made a mistake and apologised, that was fine, but if they tried to pull the wool over his eyes, they were put in their place immediately (and he wasn’t sexist, both Men and Women were treated equally).
In short, he lived life on his terms. When we scattered his ashes at a park he used to enjoy visiting I decided to buy a plant (not what I normally do, but I was in a reflective mood on that day and open to new ideas).
I’ve watered that plant, tended to it, moved it around so it was in the sun, and replotted it (Nikki has helped, she knows about plants). But nothing.
Now, after several months (on the top left of the picture) it’s starting to flower. The Rose has decided to flower on its own terms when things are just right, and won’t be rushed or badgered.
Exactly like Nikki’s dad 🙂
Once again thanks for visiting johnsunter.com. Near and far, the search for adventure continues.