Swarm!

SwarmPic of the week 12/6/16

Monday evening, circa 6.30pm. A beautiful summer’s evening and we were all sat out in the new space created by the removal of the summer house, kicking back and chillin’; enjoying each others company, listenting to the sounds of summer: bees buzzing, swallows swooping, bees buzzing, BEES BUZZING ….!

I looked up, and not a foot above my head was a swarm of bees! A calm (swift!) retreat to asses the situation!

Google revealed the names and numbers of some local bee keepers, one of whom kindly came over from Wookey, snipped the branch that the bees were clustered on, popped them in a wicker basket, covered them with a sheet and took them away to replenish his hives.

All rather exciting and informative.

Summerhouse demolition

summerhouse montage (722x720)With the new shed built, the time came to demolish the summerhouse.

Started on Saturday morning, done by Sunday afternoon (although still at least a couple more trips to the tip to dispose of what’s left.)

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New shed

new shed 1 (1024x1024)The new shed arrived at about 2pm on Thursday 2nd June. Before the day was done it was built!

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MmmBop – Hanson


Track of the week 5/6/16

Heard this in the car (on the way back from the tip!) and I’ve been playing it ever since.

A great, feel good happy song, perfect now that the days are starting to warm up.

Half term

summerhouse montage (722x720)Pick of the week 5/6/16

What a manly half term:

I built a new shed:

new shedI knocked down the summerhouse, fixed the car when it wouldn’t start, ran 6k twice, swam 2K twice, a mile once and totaled 288 lengths of the pool, chopped down the tops of two hefty trees in the hedge … and all of this in one week.

I’ve got 4 weeks back at school now, before the long eight week summer holiday – not sure how I’ll survive it, I’ll be a physical wreck come September!

The rain stayed away most of the time and sun shone on occasion, a great, fulfilling and productive week.

Car Battery

car batteryStuff these days just works. And that’s a good thing. Whatever it may be, you go to it, you turn it on and it does what it’s supposed to do. It’s wonderful and is testament to the engineering skills of mankind.

It hasn’t always been like this – growing up things were much less reliable and we all learnt the little foibles of various machines, cars and electronic devices and what we needed to wiggle to coax them into some sort of spluttering life. But not today, today we expect everything to work at the flick of a switch. One soon knows that the wi-fi has dropped out when the calamitous cries of “I’ve lost the internet” ring out from the four corners of the house. The modern day fix of “turn it off, and turn it back on again” typically does the trick and peace is restored across my little realm.

So when, on Tuesday (31 May), I hopped in the car (the Almera Tino) and it didn’t start it was somewhat discombobulating. Why? Things just work. At first, I thought it was the key fob as I couldn’t open the car with the electric bipper, but when I turned the ignition – nothing. A flat battery was my instant diagnosis, so pulled up the Micra, fished out the jump leads, connected them all up and … nothing. A few weeks earlier the car wouldn’t start, drained battery, and this did the trick so I was, now, a little concerned. But before, there was some electrical power – dashboard would light up etc. – now, nothing.  I still suspected the battery, but a complete and total absence of electrickery did leave a nagging doubt that perhaps the fault was more serious – a bad earth, broken cable, blown fuse …

The next day, a quick trip to Halfords and £45 later I returned with a new battery, fitted it and fired her up. She purred into life at the first turn of the key. Not exactly rocket science – no electric power probably means dead battery – but I was still chuffed with my fault diagnosis and rectification. Took me right back to those early days in my engineering training at RAF Halton – I’ve been taught and forgotten many things in my time, but I still remember that lesson (from Sgt Starling? can picture him, think that was his name, but not 100% sure) on fault diagnosis and about which parts you try swapping first: most easily accessible or cheapest, and how, if you were paying (i.e. fixing your car) you’d go for the cheapest first. As I was fitting my new battery I remembered that I had a cheap multi-meter bought from eBay a couple of years ago so I used it to check the batteries. The old battery was kicking out about 3Volts, the new in excess of 12. I think I’ll check again in a few days (and continue to monitor) – hopefully the old battery died of that: old age, but by checking the new one periodically I will discover if there is a problem, (alternator not charging, or leak when ignition is off) and not get caught out again.

I don’t like it when things break, but I do get enormous satisfaction from diagnosing and rectifying a problem. There’s an engineer lurking in the old dog yet!

Under Pressure – Queen & David Bowie


Track of the week 29/5/16
I’ve always liked this track – not that I ever feel under pressure: life’s too short. Whatever the problem, tomorrow morning the sun will rise and the world will turn;

Change what you can
But what you can’t leave it alone
Have the sense to know the difference between the two

… but that’s a Marvyn Gaye lyric from a different song (Change what you can) …

2K

2KSaturday 28th May 2106 – Swam 2Km, 43 min 41 secs

Furthest I’ve ever swum. Back in July/August (2015) when I started swimming regularly, I would do 20, or perhaps 24, lengths.  I since “upped the norm” (what a great phrase!) to 30 lengths (1 Km) and a couple of months ago (end of March) swam a mile (48 lengths) for the first time, and a mile has since become a regular distance when I’m on my own.

On Saturday, I was cruising through the water and, at around 30 lengths, decided to go for the 2K – sixty lengths. It wasn’t actually difficult, just keep on keeping on ’till you hit the goal.  Rather chuffed with myself though.

Not sure what goals that leaves me: 3K – 90 lengths – is probably the next step, but that is a way off. Going from 48 (mile) to 60 (2k) lengths was not a big leap, 60 to 90 lengths is.  Perhaps 72 lengths (1.5 miles) … now, that’s got me thinking.

Revision!

Sophie revisionPic of the week 29/5/16

It’s been a big week that has seen Sophie’s GCSEs start in earnest, with two English exams, maths and a geography exam.

She’s worked hard – as her room testifies! – so I’m sure she’ll do well. She’s been taking it comfortably in her stride, a brief respite for half term now and then back for two more weeks.  She finishes term even earlier than me this year!

Seasons in the Sun – Terry Jacks


Track of the week 22/5/16

Currently playing regularly on my “Cheese on Toast” playlist, I remember loving this when it first came out (reckon I’d have been about six?) – a Top of the Pops favourite.

A sad, but uplifting song with a hint of whimsy:

We had joy had fun

We had seasons in the sun

But the stars we could reach

Were just starfish on the beach

I always thought that it was his lament and farewell as he was dying, but a quick check on Wikipedia shows that he’s still alive and kicking. And that’s good.