Back in the eighties we used to travel trains in an area. Me and Duche from bristol and a few lads from Notts. We used buy a season ticket to travel all over an area like West country. Bristol, Penzance and Exeter. Cost about 20 quid. Duche is a friendly French national who scappered from france when he turned 16, so that not to do national service. Dom is a dour English football hooligan from Nottingham. Me a 'Paki'.
Three of us went to a pub in Truro and went to the bar to order drinks. We were a weird looking bunch. Dom dressed in dirty tee shirt and a tattered jeans, Duche in a long black coat with a black top hat, and me in a tattered army jacket with a sleaves torn off leather jacket, which looked like a waist coat.
The land lord took a step back words and said. "Whoa lads sorry I cannot serve you."
I said, "Can we have some water please, you have to serve us, as it is the law." I remember on the TV some one say that it is law; that if you ask for water from any house or establishment in the UK, you have to be given water..
There was a bar fly who turned to the landlord and said, "He is right. You have to serve water to the three gentlemen"
Yes he served us water and told us to drink it outside. We dumped the water and ran away with the bloody glasses.
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Unism
Three steps to attain enlightenment without religions.
Do you think that your parents knew you before you are born. I don't think you do. So you are the entity (you may call it god if you like) who created your self. You are the father, son and the spirit; or you are the mother, daughter and the spirit. You are the trnity. As Jesus claimed. To yourself you are one, but to a second person you are the god who created you, then yourself and after your death, that person remember you as a memory. So you have to take responsibility for your own birth as you selecte your mother's cell and your father's cell and made them to be one cell, which divided into multiple cells to become yourself. then to your own life and last your own death. Even someone else kills you, you are the person who created the situation for your own death. Responsibility is the word.
No matter what religion you follow you learnt it from a Holy Book. When you read the book or priest teaches you about the religion, you understand it in your own logic. So it is not what the proper original religion which you understand. It is your own version of the religion. So the religous path you take is your own inference of the original.
I can as I sit and write this say, "Everything I have done in the past is the right thing at the right time to be right here". So if I done something wrong I will not be here. So where is my sin? But thinking this way do not offer you the way to hurt other living beings and say "Where is my sin". No no no. Do not manupilate or plan to harm others.
Do you think that your parents knew you before you are born. I don't think you do. So you are the entity (you may call it god if you like) who created your self. You are the father, son and the spirit; or you are the mother, daughter and the spirit. You are the trnity. As Jesus claimed. To yourself you are one, but to a second person you are the god who created you, then yourself and after your death, that person remember you as a memory. So you have to take responsibility for your own birth as you selecte your mother's cell and your father's cell and made them to be one cell, which divided into multiple cells to become yourself. then to your own life and last your own death. Even someone else kills you, you are the person who created the situation for your own death. Responsibility is the word.
No matter what religion you follow you learnt it from a Holy Book. When you read the book or priest teaches you about the religion, you understand it in your own logic. So it is not what the proper original religion which you understand. It is your own version of the religion. So the religous path you take is your own inference of the original.
I can as I sit and write this say, "Everything I have done in the past is the right thing at the right time to be right here". So if I done something wrong I will not be here. So where is my sin? But thinking this way do not offer you the way to hurt other living beings and say "Where is my sin". No no no. Do not manupilate or plan to harm others.
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Aircraft emissions into the atmosphere
I am too old to think about the predicted climate change in the future. And I do not have any children to worry about thier future either. I just found out that IPCC (International Panel for Climate Change) published their report about CC. So do you think I care about this report and the future in store for us. Nah.... But any way here are some
At the moment the pollution by aircrafts are 2% of the total. An IPCC special report on the impacts of global warming of 1.5 °C above pre-industrial levels and related global greenhouse gas emission pathways, in the context of strengthening the global response to the threat of climate change, sustainable development, and efforts to eradicate poverty.
The emissions from aircraft can happen during various stages of the flight. some will be emitted at high altitudes and they can be more potant in climate change. There are no international borders in this issue and everone on earth should be aware of this.
If you take a flight from UK to South Africa, the CO2 emmission for each passenger is equivalent to the CO2 emmission from a house for a year in UK. If you fly 1 person from Bristol (UK) to Malaga (Spain), the amount of CO2 is 0.27 Tonnes, that is equivalent to driving 900 miles.
A way to lesson the emmissions is to take a single flight instead of multi. More emmissions are made during take off and landing.
Each year one billion plane journeys are made. Any moment in time there are million people suspended in the air in planes. Unbelievable init?
The climate change has made the air turbulance has increased by 15% since 1997. That is called the perpendicular wind sheer. In the futuire either pilots will have to take a deviation from the direct route or the passengers will have to suffer the beautiful bobbing up and down in the seat. Hope you have a strong tummy mummy. Or pray the airlines will do something really good or stupid. And last stats I can give you is; next year we are going to do 5 trillion miles (8 trillion km) of air travel. OK you happy people, come fly with me to get the best views up there for the time being.
IMPACTS OF AIR TRAVEL ON THE ATMOSPHERE
(see website ).
and if are really good at this lark have butchers at this:
IPCC (International Panel for Climate Change)
hooohum and this
Comments welcome
At the moment the pollution by aircrafts are 2% of the total. An IPCC special report on the impacts of global warming of 1.5 °C above pre-industrial levels and related global greenhouse gas emission pathways, in the context of strengthening the global response to the threat of climate change, sustainable development, and efforts to eradicate poverty.
The emissions from aircraft can happen during various stages of the flight. some will be emitted at high altitudes and they can be more potant in climate change. There are no international borders in this issue and everone on earth should be aware of this.
If you take a flight from UK to South Africa, the CO2 emmission for each passenger is equivalent to the CO2 emmission from a house for a year in UK. If you fly 1 person from Bristol (UK) to Malaga (Spain), the amount of CO2 is 0.27 Tonnes, that is equivalent to driving 900 miles.
A way to lesson the emmissions is to take a single flight instead of multi. More emmissions are made during take off and landing.
Each year one billion plane journeys are made. Any moment in time there are million people suspended in the air in planes. Unbelievable init?
The climate change has made the air turbulance has increased by 15% since 1997. That is called the perpendicular wind sheer. In the futuire either pilots will have to take a deviation from the direct route or the passengers will have to suffer the beautiful bobbing up and down in the seat. Hope you have a strong tummy mummy. Or pray the airlines will do something really good or stupid. And last stats I can give you is; next year we are going to do 5 trillion miles (8 trillion km) of air travel. OK you happy people, come fly with me to get the best views up there for the time being.
IMPACTS OF AIR TRAVEL ON THE ATMOSPHERE
In 1999 the world’s top climate scientists, the Intergovernmental Panel on ClimateChange(IPCC), published a detailed study of the impact of aircraft pollution on our atmosphere - Aviation and the Global Atmosphere The report’s findings support the following:
(see website ).
and if are really good at this lark have butchers at this:
IPCC (International Panel for Climate Change)
hooohum and this
Comments welcome
Monday, June 17, 2019
Why Is It Only USA Can Interfere With Other Country's Affairs
Today's news I heard the USA accusing Iran interfering with Syria, Yemen and Hezbolla.
But according to recent article in Jerusalam Post:
And there is a Wikipedia page here
Some interesting comment:
I will continue later with other comments.
But according to recent article in Jerusalam Post:
The US said it would leave Syria in December 2018, reversing what had seemed like policy commitment to Syria. US President Donald Trump felt it was time to wrap things up, but he was convinced to keep a small force in Syria. Nevertheless, the major investment by the US State Department and other parts of the government was reduced. The US plans for “stabilization” seemed on hold. Now in the summer of 2019 things may be changing again.Please check my earlier post here
And there is a Wikipedia page here
Some interesting comment:
......In mid-January 2018, the Trump administration indicated its intention to maintain an open-ended military presence in Syria to counter Iran's influence and oust Syrian president Bashar al-AssadIn early September 2018, the U.S. began implementing a new strategy that sought to indefinitely extend the military effort, launching a major diplomatic push to achieve American objectives in Syria. However, on 19 December, President Trump unilaterally ordered the withdrawal of the 2,000–2,500 American ground troops in Syria, which was initially set take place in a 90-day period and to be completed in 2019. The announcement shifted the scope of American interests in the conflict from what was an increasingly open-ended presence to a sudden draw-down. The fear of a power vacuum from a premature U.S. pullout from Syria drew consternation from both American officials and allies, particularly in regards to the potential of imperiling the Kurds in the face of Turkish opportunism, potentially giving Russia and Iran geopolitical wins, and the unintended consequence of allowing breathing room for extremist and terrorist groups operating in Syria to regroup and reorganize.....
I will continue later with other comments.
Saturday, May 04, 2019
Universe and its expansion
Oldest Star in the Milky Way
This is the problem I have. Read a bit of this which says it is only about 1,950 ly (600 pc) fron Earth. How come this star is in the Milky Way. Why is it still around, if we think there was a Big Bang around 14 billion years ago? It should have gone beyond it's 'eat by date' has gone? And why don't it have a red-shift, indicating it is flying away from us?
Astronomers have found one of the oldest stars in the Milky Way and possibly one of the oldest in the universe, a body made up almost entirely of elements generated in the Big Bang birth of the cosmos.
The tiny, 13.5-billion-year-old star is part of the Milky Way’s “thin disk,” the realm where the sun resides. Given the age of the newly discovered star, the solar system’s neighbourhood may be up to three billion years older than previously thought.
This is the problem I have. Read a bit of this which says it is only about 1,950 ly (600 pc) fron Earth. How come this star is in the Milky Way. Why is it still around, if we think there was a Big Bang around 14 billion years ago? It should have gone beyond it's 'eat by date' has gone? And why don't it have a red-shift, indicating it is flying away from us?
Gravity
What is gravity has f****** lots of human's brain out. So simple explanation huh? Wikipedia says this:
Not so smple is it?
And then I came across the Einstein's General Relativity theory. In that :
So if we know the dimention of the Sun, the distance to the quasar, and the speed of light, can't we get a solution for gravity in terms of seconds and meters? And we know that the gravity of the Sun is 28 times that of Earth. I am not a maths boffin so I am afraid I cannot do any investigation into this. In the bucket list li (loving it)
Gravity (from Latin gravitas, meaning 'weight'[1]), or gravitation, is a natural phenomenon by which all things with mass or energy—including planets, stars, galaxies, and even light[2]—are brought toward (or gravitate toward) one another. On Earth, gravity gives weight to physical objects, and the Moon's gravity causes the ocean tides. The gravitational attraction of the original gaseous matter present in the Universe caused it to begin coalescing, forming stars – and for the stars to group together into galaxies – so gravity is responsible for many of the large-scale structures in the Universe. Gravity has an infinite range, although its effects become increasingly weaker on farther objects.
Not so smple is it?
And then I came across the Einstein's General Relativity theory. In that :
The prediction of the deflection of light was first confirmed by Arthur Stanley Eddington from his observations during the Solar eclipse of 29 May 1919.[23][24] Eddington measured starlight deflections twice those predicted by Newtonian corpuscular theory, in accordance with the predictions of general relativity. However, his interpretation of the results was later disputed.[25] More recent tests using radio interferometric measurements of quasars passing behind the Sun have more accurately and consistently confirmed the deflection of light to the degree predicted by general relativity.[26] See also gravitational lens.
So if we know the dimention of the Sun, the distance to the quasar, and the speed of light, can't we get a solution for gravity in terms of seconds and meters? And we know that the gravity of the Sun is 28 times that of Earth. I am not a maths boffin so I am afraid I cannot do any investigation into this. In the bucket list li (loving it)
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
2011-02-10 US, Syria Propaganda War Over Syrian Nuclear Investigation and Diplomatic Relations
Cables released by WikiLeaks on Syria show a State Department eager to repair relations with Syria, which were in extreme ruin when the Bush Administration left power. They show the US government was eager to double their efforts at targeting Syria’s interest in developing nuclear capabilities. The cable 09DAMASCUS142 (does not work prrrff) from February 19, 2009, shows US officials wanted to find a way to break through Syrian media, which is tightly controlled by the government, and get its own propaganda into the country so Syrians could hear what the US considered to be the truth on US-Syria relations.This is from the web page: Cables many to follow on Syria.
Officials were concerned that “savvy journalists” had become “adept at self-censorship.” And, thus, the truth about Syria’s nuclear activities was not being reported:
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
My 2019 New Year's Start
Let me explain first where I am going:
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Callington+PL17+8PT/@50.5421154,-4.3166212,3a,75y,356.11h,96.36t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sY1GqtMdDVF3vO28063Nr-A!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x486c88e159424c87:0x392b3d267079a753!8m2!3d50.5386417!4d-4.3154186
Well that is the front of the whole house. Real map is;
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Callington+PL17+8PT/@50.5386417,-4.3176073,12z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x486c88e159424c87:0x392b3d267079a753!8m2!3d50.5386417!4d-4.3154186
04:01:2019
Did not have to wait for Luc, at all very surprised. Came around on time. Normally couple of hours I have to wait for him. I was already packed but I had the rubbish to put out, he did that for me, while I did the washing up. On we started our trip to Cornwall. Its situated near the border with Devon, but lets not argue. Its something to do with the river Tamar. Hee hee (Lots of arguments about the border of Cornwall. Never mention Cornish Pasties). Driving was smooth and nice, for a change in Luc's normal driving. Not many vehicles on the M5.
Luc had to go to deliver a package from his brother-in-law Bob to a repair shop in Wooten-Under-Edge So off the beaten track to Wooten. Nothing to write about the town, if you have been there. If not ask your History teacher for any facts.
Back on the M5. Straight away Luc says "Got to get petrol". O dear. So we came out of the next junction at Cribs-Causeway. Petrol done paid off at the pump. Blimey that was fast except Luc nearly fell sleep while holding the nozzle into the tank. Slow dribbley pump.
By and by we came off the M5 and moved into the country roads. God forbid, what a state these roads. Smell of muck drifted very friendly across us and we carried on nonplussed. Then the smell got worse and we found out that the muck spreader is doing a fine job on the ex-road. May be next summer they will have to get the combine-harvester to finish the job. Luc was feeling thirsty. My back was killing me slowly. So we hit the pub. Its a new pub and there were some people sitting down on one side of the pub. We convened on the other side as bar flies. A tequila went down cool and started to work on my back pain. Luc gulped his larger before I came back from the wee room. Wee room had old fashioned country way, with a basket of fresh hand towels to wipe your washed face and hands and another basket for the soiled towels. Exit pub feeling good.
Ventured into Helen, Lucs sister and amd her hubby Bob's farm. Not a soul around outside. We entered the kitchen. Hey where is everyone. So I sat on a chair in the kitchen, Luc went into the sitting room. I heard him mumbling something to someone. Luc's dog errr bitch, Pip came out and recognized me and wanted me to fuss around her. Bless oo long time no see heh?
Its not good. The story was that bob is asleep on the sofa and Helen and Sam Luc's cousin (father different from Bob) has gone to shops. The time of arrival back home unkown. Luc made some tea. Waited 10 mnts or so. Bob did not come out. So we decided to go to Luc's. Threw the undrunk tea in the sink and out we went. In a way I was very happy going in there. It was lived in with things piled up and the kitchen was thankfully 100 times dirtier than mine. Ha ha init.
I felt like a piece of that dark brown stuff you step on and cannot get rid of unless you find somewhere to scrape it off. I don't know why. But may be I expected more, like some one to say hi.
At last we arrived at this beautiful circa 1270 AD, old converted stables. And that is his flat. I mean bigger than a flat. It got 3 large bedrooms and a good size sitting room. Small toilet with a shower. And a nice long kitchen with a breakfast unit. Ah girt lush matey. The walls are thicker than my shoulders. I love looking at these old dears before their ultimate demise. It was owned by the Duchy of Cornwall, Prince Of Wales ilk. A good thinking man, the landlord, has bought this in 1994 and converted them into 2 flats and the middle bit as his own domain. Good man eh? So I am so proud of my man Luc, to get this place for the sole intention to have a place for his 3 young girls, to holiday. I christened my visit by opening my other good friend, a bottle of Vodka and had it.
This is where we go into the flat
Luc organised a wicked curry and Luc gulped it, me ate it, washed down with wine and larger. My my I got so pissed I blipped and went to bed. Well I remembered later I was disgustingly bad at mouthing off at Luc for something or another. F'ing cold it was in the night. Did not sleep much. The back pain went up by more than double due to I think the way I was sitting in the car. Must remember this on the way back huh?
05:01:2000
And a colder morning. But the flat was becomingly worm. Found Luc already in the kitchen. Made me a cup of coffee ( not my normal cafetiere one but that sufficed). Normal sleepy head morning chit chat followed for a while until he decided to make breakfast. I am not a breakfast person but when in Rome etc I digressed. I don't have breakfast unless it comes in a pre-packed box inviting to be nuked by the micro. Hey hey how dare you call me a bloody lazy. It is just me in my little old flat. Cooking for one is not laziness but practicality. Ok you can have your own petty thoughts. I hope one day they come out with a solution, made for one man who likes breakfast. O yes there are but, when I tried; it was one hell of a piece of what you call it... ahh words fail me. But what Luc made me was bloody good . Egg, Bacon etc etc. But though big I made it after about half an hour or so. Blimey go back to bed. Hey no way.
Yikes a bit of History of the area.
If you want to have a butchers into this and have a few hours of your time this is the link:
The recorded history and the topography of Callington
Ok we will come to Kit Hill a bit later on.
A wicked map of the earliest ordinance msps of the area
Ahh here came the punishment. We went outside to look around. Me lookie ,Luc showie. Straight away Luc said, " Cor blimey you stepped on dog poo". Just what I needed. At least there was good brushy grass with dew on top. Wiped it almost clean I hoped. No time to dilley-dally around. There in front of us an unconverted 1270's barn. Well bit repaired here and there. You can see the repairs, check the pics.
The Old Barn
Another Old Barn
an old stable has been converted into 3 living space. The stable lot (living space)is quite long to have the 2 flats and the ends and the landlord's lair in the middle. One time the whole thing was used as a cider making building. You can see the slide they constructed for the apple to be delivered. See pic.
The Slide where the apples were loaded into the cider house
The rest is mundane grass fields with clump of cedar tree which the tenants can use as firewood down below.
I purposely did not take any pics inside (do not know why hmmm buggers)
But here are some pics from outside
The Sitting Room Side Of The Flat
Damn forgot to mention the fireplace in the sitting room. The flat got radiators but they come at certain times of the evening and morning. Came back indoors rather to escape the freezer outside. Then I called my good friend John C (lovingly reffered to as Scottish John). He said he will come to Luc's at 12:30 PM. Wow time so precise, I loves it. Never knew Jocks to be on time.
I take my sentence above back. John arrived at the right time and after preliminary hugs and hi's we started talking at the same time. Luc left us and proceeded to the sitting room to get the fire going. Good lad as even inside it was getting a bit rubbing palms like. Hey hey good in front of the fire. good old chat for the next 2 hours with lots of mugs of tea. And lots of logs in the fire. We enjoyed yapping about the yester years rubbish. I love talking rubbish. Thats the best ever entertainment you can have, a bit of one-up-manship. I found that Luc bumped on to John at Helen's farm. John was delivering some furniture to the farm and Luc being there goes, "Oi I knows you". BTW Luc and John met each other at my place long time ago. We all love coincidences init? So we all decided to go for a spin in John's car. We went to a place called Kit Hill (mentioned above), around Callington. It was freezing and there was plenty ground mist swirling around. But you can see 15 miles or more in a clear day, as far away as Plymouth. But it was not unfortunately be able to see even with binoculars. So after paying our respects to the big tower with lots of mobile and TV aerials, we got back into the luxury warmth of the car. Back to Luc's and John said buy for now. Lovely time. Nice to see an old friend. Yep from 1990.
And now we both bit tired and all; but Luc decided to cook some tea. But me I am still full with the breakfast. But not I can stop the very stubborn man. So baked spuds was made. Man it was full works with butter and cheese etc. I could only eat half the spud. And O Boy I was dented by the experience. I wish I can eat more, but there is a limit to all good things. So I went to bed for a little sleep. We can call it a nap in the evening. Woke up about 9 and started writing this journal until Luc came about to watch the MOD (for the uninitiated that means Match of the Day). Watched it and I being still full up had to leave the food in the micro. Buggers . Me did not feel good about it. I hope it is not an insult. Crossed fingers. Went to bed for the night.
06:01:2019
Luc was planning to go to see his mother to take her to the Quaker's do. I was planning to go with him. But woken up at 8.30 AM was not my idea of holiday init? So I decided not to go with him. So I a lunatic who did not know about the heating of the flat stayed in. Well lets put it this way Luc explained but I was not really listening as this is his pad and I am a visitor. I enjoyed the solitude of the place and watched some of the drivel from the tv. Ah his tv is a tablet and very very small. But beggers choice init? So by about 11 AM the temperature of the flat started to wonder down. I was troubled. So another layer and the jacket went on but my head was not very worm. So the towel went on top and I read the Witch magazine and settled down. Some program though boring kept me entertained. Prrrr I wish I went with Luc. But my back said no init? Well I said to myself,"You have been in worse situations than this, man, grin and stop winging". That thought got me through until Luc arrived. No no, I started texting him, asking him,"What is ur ETA ' ur place ". And the door opened. Viola! Ze man appeared.
Aha the fire in the sitting room. I wished I asked Luc about how to start it etc etc. Now he explained all to me. That was I believe I will do it next time I visit some one else's domain, and stay there for a few days. LOL. He did the fire and my core temperature started to rise. Hmm memories faded in from the dim past, when I was living homelessand sleeping in a sleeping bag in the open air, in 1987 to 1990. And in 2003 to 2005 living in a storage garage. That is another story. Enjoyed the afternoon and evening watching details of FA cup matches in the little box. Yeah my man Luc is bloody irritatingly happy that Man City won 7/0. Gosh we watched afternoon scores a few times. The match between Newport Town and Leicester City was good. I took Leicester side and grrr I and they lost. More irritation as he kept on asking me what the score was 2-1 to NT. Grrr.
Wicked. He cooked a Sunday roast. bloody good thing I did not have breakfast init? Jeez that was yummy and filling. It had all the trimming. Tell you what he is not a bad cook. No no no,a good cook. Practiced over the years cooking for his kids I think. I for one has lost the touch. After years of heating up frozen packs of already prepared food, I can manage a stir fry with noodles. I did offer him to do it. He refused to accept it. Thank God. Hee hee. Couple of hours of an evening nap got up to watch the inevitable MOD. Yes all the matches of the day. Got bored after the Man City highlights and went to bed, as I did not want to watch him glorifying Man City's match. Though I would have loved to stay there for another few days, but the decision was made to get back next day. Luc's time in the flat is going to be finished by Thursday. I wanted to get a taxi back but Luc said he will drop me home. I decided to give him what ever the taxi cost. Ungentlemanly to utter the figures, and he was happy. Aha another quilt the job was done. Toast. very good sleep.
07:01:2019
Good morning Callington. Warmer morning today and coffee went down well and good. Luc getting ready to go to his sister's and I did not feel good. So I stayed back. Learnt everything how to start the fire and got the fire place loaded with logs. Had a bit of bother to get the fire going. There were two wettish large logs which were piled in the fire. So lots of fire lighters went in but the fire said hmm not. Persistence paid off. manage the bugger to roar on like it has no tomorrow. So lied around the fire for the next couple of hours. It was good fire. But do not pile it to the top with wet logs. Keep it small to start with until you get a good fire roaring. Then pile on the wet buggers if you must. But otherwise put them in front or on top of the fire place to dry. Hey hey now I am an expert in doing a fire. But I will forget the whole lot next time.
Good all practice maketh (Bloody Americans do not know olde English, like maketh and olde) logs fire well. Right! packed my goodies in the two bags. By the way I wore the same cloths I went there with except my t shirt, knickers and socks. Mummy's orders. Tried the shower. For a man of wisdom who likes his baths; that was a 2 minute affair. Well water was just hot to start with but got cold. What did I expect after 11 AM. All ready final ciggie smoked. But Luc did not happen until 10 past 3 PM. but then he says " The clock in the sitting room is not the right time". Now he tells me after spending all this time 10 minutes ahead. Aha eggs from the farm. Jolly good huh? Had a long chat about rubbish, which I am getting better at. Ribbing Luc with banter.
Much later sitting at home and finishing this off.
Blimey my memory has gone on holiday. Hope memory is stuck on the runaway and the plane cannot take off. Now the memory is back. Lost parts came back to me.
Corrumba burn all logs in the fire, and we set off about 4 PM. Nothing special happened on the way as we did not stop at all. Comfy ride around 90 MPH. Well M5 has its own 'stop and go' at Bridgwater. But made good time to Bristol to get a Burgher King treat which is Luc's favourite (f'king American shite dictionary says wrong spelling. Bugger them). One thing out of all this is Luc is a good pal and he will go in my Hall of Fame for eternity. Don't tell him tho. F off thats it.
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Callington+PL17+8PT/@50.5421154,-4.3166212,3a,75y,356.11h,96.36t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sY1GqtMdDVF3vO28063Nr-A!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x486c88e159424c87:0x392b3d267079a753!8m2!3d50.5386417!4d-4.3154186
Well that is the front of the whole house. Real map is;
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Callington+PL17+8PT/@50.5386417,-4.3176073,12z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x486c88e159424c87:0x392b3d267079a753!8m2!3d50.5386417!4d-4.3154186
04:01:2019
Did not have to wait for Luc, at all very surprised. Came around on time. Normally couple of hours I have to wait for him. I was already packed but I had the rubbish to put out, he did that for me, while I did the washing up. On we started our trip to Cornwall. Its situated near the border with Devon, but lets not argue. Its something to do with the river Tamar. Hee hee (Lots of arguments about the border of Cornwall. Never mention Cornish Pasties). Driving was smooth and nice, for a change in Luc's normal driving. Not many vehicles on the M5.
Luc had to go to deliver a package from his brother-in-law Bob to a repair shop in Wooten-Under-Edge So off the beaten track to Wooten. Nothing to write about the town, if you have been there. If not ask your History teacher for any facts.
Back on the M5. Straight away Luc says "Got to get petrol". O dear. So we came out of the next junction at Cribs-Causeway. Petrol done paid off at the pump. Blimey that was fast except Luc nearly fell sleep while holding the nozzle into the tank. Slow dribbley pump.
By and by we came off the M5 and moved into the country roads. God forbid, what a state these roads. Smell of muck drifted very friendly across us and we carried on nonplussed. Then the smell got worse and we found out that the muck spreader is doing a fine job on the ex-road. May be next summer they will have to get the combine-harvester to finish the job. Luc was feeling thirsty. My back was killing me slowly. So we hit the pub. Its a new pub and there were some people sitting down on one side of the pub. We convened on the other side as bar flies. A tequila went down cool and started to work on my back pain. Luc gulped his larger before I came back from the wee room. Wee room had old fashioned country way, with a basket of fresh hand towels to wipe your washed face and hands and another basket for the soiled towels. Exit pub feeling good.
Ventured into Helen, Lucs sister and amd her hubby Bob's farm. Not a soul around outside. We entered the kitchen. Hey where is everyone. So I sat on a chair in the kitchen, Luc went into the sitting room. I heard him mumbling something to someone. Luc's dog errr bitch, Pip came out and recognized me and wanted me to fuss around her. Bless oo long time no see heh?
Its not good. The story was that bob is asleep on the sofa and Helen and Sam Luc's cousin (father different from Bob) has gone to shops. The time of arrival back home unkown. Luc made some tea. Waited 10 mnts or so. Bob did not come out. So we decided to go to Luc's. Threw the undrunk tea in the sink and out we went. In a way I was very happy going in there. It was lived in with things piled up and the kitchen was thankfully 100 times dirtier than mine. Ha ha init.
I felt like a piece of that dark brown stuff you step on and cannot get rid of unless you find somewhere to scrape it off. I don't know why. But may be I expected more, like some one to say hi.
At last we arrived at this beautiful circa 1270 AD, old converted stables. And that is his flat. I mean bigger than a flat. It got 3 large bedrooms and a good size sitting room. Small toilet with a shower. And a nice long kitchen with a breakfast unit. Ah girt lush matey. The walls are thicker than my shoulders. I love looking at these old dears before their ultimate demise. It was owned by the Duchy of Cornwall, Prince Of Wales ilk. A good thinking man, the landlord, has bought this in 1994 and converted them into 2 flats and the middle bit as his own domain. Good man eh? So I am so proud of my man Luc, to get this place for the sole intention to have a place for his 3 young girls, to holiday. I christened my visit by opening my other good friend, a bottle of Vodka and had it.
Luc organised a wicked curry and Luc gulped it, me ate it, washed down with wine and larger. My my I got so pissed I blipped and went to bed. Well I remembered later I was disgustingly bad at mouthing off at Luc for something or another. F'ing cold it was in the night. Did not sleep much. The back pain went up by more than double due to I think the way I was sitting in the car. Must remember this on the way back huh?
05:01:2000
And a colder morning. But the flat was becomingly worm. Found Luc already in the kitchen. Made me a cup of coffee ( not my normal cafetiere one but that sufficed). Normal sleepy head morning chit chat followed for a while until he decided to make breakfast. I am not a breakfast person but when in Rome etc I digressed. I don't have breakfast unless it comes in a pre-packed box inviting to be nuked by the micro. Hey hey how dare you call me a bloody lazy. It is just me in my little old flat. Cooking for one is not laziness but practicality. Ok you can have your own petty thoughts. I hope one day they come out with a solution, made for one man who likes breakfast. O yes there are but, when I tried; it was one hell of a piece of what you call it... ahh words fail me. But what Luc made me was bloody good . Egg, Bacon etc etc. But though big I made it after about half an hour or so. Blimey go back to bed. Hey no way.
Yikes a bit of History of the area.
The recorded history and the topography of Callington strongly suggest a planned medieval borough was created here by the 13th century. ‘Calwiton’ was a Domesday manor within South Hill parish (the name meaning ‘bare hill farm’), which obtained a chapel in the early 12th century on the site of the present church. This small dependent churchtown was situated at the junction of a number of important routes between navigable rivers (Lynher, Tamar) and close to the early-exploited mining area on Kit Hill as well as a prosperous agricultural (and wool-producing) hinterland. Perhaps not surprisingly, by 1267 a market charter was granted by Henry III. The small market town has typical elements of a planned settlement – a chapel dependent on a distant mother-church, a triangular shaped market place laid out on flat ground, opening out in front of the church with burgage plots on either side with back lanes and evidence of roads being re-routed to pass through the market place (Liskeard Road – Church Street). In 1436 an application was made for the right of burial and in 1438 the present church and the lantern cross in the churchyard were erected. In 1583 the town received borough status. Boundary stones define the boundaries of the borough.
If you want to have a butchers into this and have a few hours of your time this is the link:
The recorded history and the topography of Callington
Ok we will come to Kit Hill a bit later on.
A wicked map of the earliest ordinance msps of the area
Ahh here came the punishment. We went outside to look around. Me lookie ,Luc showie. Straight away Luc said, " Cor blimey you stepped on dog poo". Just what I needed. At least there was good brushy grass with dew on top. Wiped it almost clean I hoped. No time to dilley-dally around. There in front of us an unconverted 1270's barn. Well bit repaired here and there. You can see the repairs, check the pics.
The Old Barn
Another Old Barn
an old stable has been converted into 3 living space. The stable lot (living space)is quite long to have the 2 flats and the ends and the landlord's lair in the middle. One time the whole thing was used as a cider making building. You can see the slide they constructed for the apple to be delivered. See pic.
The rest is mundane grass fields with clump of cedar tree which the tenants can use as firewood down below.
I purposely did not take any pics inside (do not know why hmmm buggers)
But here are some pics from outside
The Bedroom Side Of The Flat
Damn forgot to mention the fireplace in the sitting room. The flat got radiators but they come at certain times of the evening and morning. Came back indoors rather to escape the freezer outside. Then I called my good friend John C (lovingly reffered to as Scottish John). He said he will come to Luc's at 12:30 PM. Wow time so precise, I loves it. Never knew Jocks to be on time.
And now we both bit tired and all; but Luc decided to cook some tea. But me I am still full with the breakfast. But not I can stop the very stubborn man. So baked spuds was made. Man it was full works with butter and cheese etc. I could only eat half the spud. And O Boy I was dented by the experience. I wish I can eat more, but there is a limit to all good things. So I went to bed for a little sleep. We can call it a nap in the evening. Woke up about 9 and started writing this journal until Luc came about to watch the MOD (for the uninitiated that means Match of the Day). Watched it and I being still full up had to leave the food in the micro. Buggers . Me did not feel good about it. I hope it is not an insult. Crossed fingers. Went to bed for the night.
06:01:2019
Luc was planning to go to see his mother to take her to the Quaker's do. I was planning to go with him. But woken up at 8.30 AM was not my idea of holiday init? So I decided not to go with him. So I a lunatic who did not know about the heating of the flat stayed in. Well lets put it this way Luc explained but I was not really listening as this is his pad and I am a visitor. I enjoyed the solitude of the place and watched some of the drivel from the tv. Ah his tv is a tablet and very very small. But beggers choice init? So by about 11 AM the temperature of the flat started to wonder down. I was troubled. So another layer and the jacket went on but my head was not very worm. So the towel went on top and I read the Witch magazine and settled down. Some program though boring kept me entertained. Prrrr I wish I went with Luc. But my back said no init? Well I said to myself,"You have been in worse situations than this, man, grin and stop winging". That thought got me through until Luc arrived. No no, I started texting him, asking him,"What is ur ETA ' ur place ". And the door opened. Viola! Ze man appeared.
Aha the fire in the sitting room. I wished I asked Luc about how to start it etc etc. Now he explained all to me. That was I believe I will do it next time I visit some one else's domain, and stay there for a few days. LOL. He did the fire and my core temperature started to rise. Hmm memories faded in from the dim past, when I was living homelessand sleeping in a sleeping bag in the open air, in 1987 to 1990. And in 2003 to 2005 living in a storage garage. That is another story. Enjoyed the afternoon and evening watching details of FA cup matches in the little box. Yeah my man Luc is bloody irritatingly happy that Man City won 7/0. Gosh we watched afternoon scores a few times. The match between Newport Town and Leicester City was good. I took Leicester side and grrr I and they lost. More irritation as he kept on asking me what the score was 2-1 to NT. Grrr.
Wicked. He cooked a Sunday roast. bloody good thing I did not have breakfast init? Jeez that was yummy and filling. It had all the trimming. Tell you what he is not a bad cook. No no no,a good cook. Practiced over the years cooking for his kids I think. I for one has lost the touch. After years of heating up frozen packs of already prepared food, I can manage a stir fry with noodles. I did offer him to do it. He refused to accept it. Thank God. Hee hee. Couple of hours of an evening nap got up to watch the inevitable MOD. Yes all the matches of the day. Got bored after the Man City highlights and went to bed, as I did not want to watch him glorifying Man City's match. Though I would have loved to stay there for another few days, but the decision was made to get back next day. Luc's time in the flat is going to be finished by Thursday. I wanted to get a taxi back but Luc said he will drop me home. I decided to give him what ever the taxi cost. Ungentlemanly to utter the figures, and he was happy. Aha another quilt the job was done. Toast. very good sleep.
07:01:2019
Good morning Callington. Warmer morning today and coffee went down well and good. Luc getting ready to go to his sister's and I did not feel good. So I stayed back. Learnt everything how to start the fire and got the fire place loaded with logs. Had a bit of bother to get the fire going. There were two wettish large logs which were piled in the fire. So lots of fire lighters went in but the fire said hmm not. Persistence paid off. manage the bugger to roar on like it has no tomorrow. So lied around the fire for the next couple of hours. It was good fire. But do not pile it to the top with wet logs. Keep it small to start with until you get a good fire roaring. Then pile on the wet buggers if you must. But otherwise put them in front or on top of the fire place to dry. Hey hey now I am an expert in doing a fire. But I will forget the whole lot next time.
Good all practice maketh (Bloody Americans do not know olde English, like maketh and olde) logs fire well. Right! packed my goodies in the two bags. By the way I wore the same cloths I went there with except my t shirt, knickers and socks. Mummy's orders. Tried the shower. For a man of wisdom who likes his baths; that was a 2 minute affair. Well water was just hot to start with but got cold. What did I expect after 11 AM. All ready final ciggie smoked. But Luc did not happen until 10 past 3 PM. but then he says " The clock in the sitting room is not the right time". Now he tells me after spending all this time 10 minutes ahead. Aha eggs from the farm. Jolly good huh? Had a long chat about rubbish, which I am getting better at. Ribbing Luc with banter.
Much later sitting at home and finishing this off.
Blimey my memory has gone on holiday. Hope memory is stuck on the runaway and the plane cannot take off. Now the memory is back. Lost parts came back to me.
Corrumba burn all logs in the fire, and we set off about 4 PM. Nothing special happened on the way as we did not stop at all. Comfy ride around 90 MPH. Well M5 has its own 'stop and go' at Bridgwater. But made good time to Bristol to get a Burgher King treat which is Luc's favourite (f'king American shite dictionary says wrong spelling. Bugger them). One thing out of all this is Luc is a good pal and he will go in my Hall of Fame for eternity. Don't tell him tho. F off thats it.
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