Sunday 29 January 2017

History Lesson

"Find a job you love and you'll never do a day's work in your life"


You sure ? Confucious, in the fifth century BC, was reflecting on the benefits of finding your ideal "job" was he ? I find that hard to believe. I would have thought they'd have been more interested in feeding themselves in those days. As you may have guessed, I've not studied ancient Chinese civilisation though. More of a WW2 man.

Out yesterday. Loads of birds singing. Tits and finches of various types, woodpeckers, a kestrel, a pair of buzzards, loads of waders, a huge flock of knot moving back and forth along the mudflats, an amazing sight. Seems to be massive numbers of brent geese in the fields too.

 It's now 3 o clock on a Sunday afternoon, a time a wise man once said was "too late or too early to do anything"

February later this week. Toodle pip.

Wednesday 25 January 2017


 "To succeed in life, you need three things : a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone."

Reba McEntire

Where were we ? Oh yes, I was going on about it getting lighter in the evenings. And did I also mention that Donald Trump is an odious, ignorant, dangerous shitehawk ? Well both things are still true.

Jan 25 - Londonicus, UK  - Sunrise 07.49, Sunset 16.38
Light gained since "the shortest day" - 59 minutes, 34 seconds.

Wunderbar, eh ? For the last few weeks the weather has been, for the most part, glorious. Cold, windless and sunny and as per usual I've been out "filling my boots". I can't be inside for long.

Last week I was having a run through the woods and meadows around Mistley and came across an injured kestrel. After climbing over a fence through some thick brambles I managed to catch it and took it to a local wildlife rehabilitation place. Beautiful creature.

The woman who runs it said they'd keep it for a few days, do a few checks and see how things went. After a week I spoke to her and she said it had fully recovered and a bloke from the BTO was going to ring  and release it. That was my good deed for the week.

Yesterday I had what I laughably describe as a "business trip" to Ludham on the river Ant. What a cracking area, nice bit of river too. On the way back ( not too late of course ) I stopped off for a walk along the stour, which was full of widgeon, teal and various waders.

Hear This 

Anything by Flatworms. Not "Anything" by Flatworms. Marc Riley has been playing them, sound very raw. Excellent.
Airbourne Toxic Event - "Such Hot Blood" - Full of chuuuuunes.

Read This

Absolute Pandemonium - Brian Blessed - Look, I don't know how I ended up reading this OK ? But it was entertaining.
ISIS:Battling The Menace - Patrick Cockburn - Top journo. Dear, oh dear. What a mess and what a bunch of barbaric sub humans.

Watch This / Don't Watch This

Taboo - On a Saturday evening too. About the only half decent thing I've seen in a while. Creepy and atmospheric.
Sherlock - What a load of crap. Can't they just tell  a story without all that self indulgent, too clever by half guff ?  I have no idea what any of it was about. A pity, because I used to like it.

Enough of my waffle. Good day to you.

Tuesday 10 January 2017

Loada Bloody Nowt

 “Spring is the time of plans and projects.”
  Leo Tolstoy

Every new spring is more precious than the last ( that's one of mine ). Yes, I know it's only January.

Anyway, Leo is wrong. Winter is the time for plans and projects. For confirmation of this refer to the mighty Henry Rollins.

Sunset today, 10 January, 16.14. By my calculations we have gained twenty two minutes evening light already. Bring out the flags, it's coming, it's coming.

Today on my run I saw the first elder tree buds poking through.

Praise the sun god. Again.

Tuesday 3 January 2017

Point To Point

Had a great run yesterday. Started at Harwich pier, on to the beach at Dovercourt, across the fields between Ramsey and Wrabness, along the river to Bradfield, up through tiny lanes to Mistley Heath and finishing at Lawford. Too many commas I know.

A fantastic, mostly off road trail of 14 miles, all in glorious sunshine, albeit with a nippy north westerly wind.. Then a pig out in Luccas Italian restaurant with Bong as a treat. That'll do for me.

The TT prints mounted and in position. As if I'd put them in the bog.

I did re decorate the bog though. Blue tac and a few drawing pins and it was done in half hour. DIY SOS ? Nick Knowles ? Pah !

Pure class. Toodle pip.

Sunday 1 January 2017


Had the usual good Christmas, kicked off by a double header of films on Christmas Eve, both of which  are a tradition in the ES household. The legendary "It's A Wonderful Life" and possibly the best western ever made, "Tombstone". And yes, it is better than the original "Gunfight At The OK Corral".

I of course ruin it, by coming out with most of the lines a fraction of a second before they are spoken. Also a tradition, though not universally appreciated.

Plenty of runs and bike rides in the ( mostly ) good weather. Now making plans for the coming year.

Pressies included port, wine, one of the new Medlar books, several CDs, including my first dabble into prog rock ( well, if you don;t include Pink Floyd ). King Crimson no less. I'd heard and liked "21st Century Schizoid Man" and hoped the rest of the tracks would be similar. They're not, they're noodly, wanky bollocks, which is why I've always hated prog. Can't say I didn't try it anyway.

Anyway, the other two CDs, the mighty Wave Pictures and the newly re discovered Depeche Mode ( top chuuuuunes ) are great. 

I managed to read Robert Harris's "Fatherland" in a few days. Cracking read, though I was always going to say that as I'm obsessed with anything to do with WW2. 

Just spent this morning framing TT's last two Christmas cards. Seems a shame not too, the man's too clever by half.

Now going to decorate the bog i.e put some more photos and press cuttings up with blue tack. It's my version of shabby chic. Or shabby shite. Ah, a good title for the next blog. 

Happy New Year to all.