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Ups and downs

I had a really nice day out on Sunday going to the sekrit lake for bird noticing, and I noticed a lot of ducks and swans and geese and coots and gulls and took lots of pictures. Later on I went to a wizzo gastro pub (which always sounds like some kind of internal disorder) and ate delicious lamb koftes, which are basically very expensive doner kebabs only in a meatball.

But I was feeling a bit tired and out of sorts, and by the time I got home in the evening I was rarther sad and low. It only compounded my distress when I discovered that gThumb had kindly deleted all my photos instead of importing them from the camera like I asked. Actually that is a bit unfair and a libel on the hard-working authors of gThumb. It did import the photos, in the sense that it created two hundred zero-length files with nothing in them. Then it deleted them from the camera. Cheers, gThumb!

I was jolly upset until I figured out that you can undelete stuff, if you are willing to pay for an undelete program and you have a handy CF card reader. (If this ever happens to you, which of course it won’t because you are careful, and you don’t use gThumb, your pictures can be rescued so long as the card is not used or written to - so whip it out of the camera and don’t touch it until you are ready with the recovery software.)

It does make you think about the fragility of digital pictures though. I think I’ll just go and take a backup…

Also, and which was more expensive although less annoying, someone pinched one of my indicators while I was parked at the go-kart track. Reading that back, it sounds as if I have indicators. I meant the car of course, although in some ways it would be interesting if I was fitted with some kind of navigation lights. They just strolled off with the glass and bulb! Perhaps they had another Audi somewhere, painstakingly assembled from individually stolen parts, just waiting for an offside front indicator to be complete.

They also had a jolly good go at levering off the rear bumper. I found this out while driving to the little mechanic to have a new indicator put on, as there was a nasty scraping sound from the back, and when I stopped and got out I noticed that the bumper was hanging off at one side and trailing on the road. The little mechanic says that Audi bumpers cost about three hundred pounds, so I can see why they wanted it. That’s actually better return on investment than pinching someone’s iPod. So do not take your car to Buckmore Park kart circuit near Chatham in Kent, unless you need it quickly disassembled by expert local teenagers.

I had a bit of a rubbish day at work yesterday too and combined with everything else I felt so sad and tired and heart-sick last night that I just went to bed early so that the day could be over quicker. I don’t know if you have ever done that.

Anyway the car is all fixed now thanks to t.l.m. so hurray, and I sat and had an extra-long good think this morning about things and ended up feeling much more cheery. It is surprising how often that works.

Photo by Chris Marquadt

The Welsh Harp

I’nt birds brilliant?

Bodmin Moor

Brown Willy, at 420m the roof of Cornwall, and a 2-hour slog to the summit over rough and boggy moorland (or as I put it, ‘a nice gentle stroll’). Day 1 of our wizzo minibreak.

The moor is a beautiful, high and desolate place; a hundred square miles of wilderness along the rocky spine of Cornwall. Here at 1,000 feet the wind is relentless and the only living things to be seen a few hardy sheep and cattle.

Looking east from Catshole Down towards the snowy heights of Dartmoor.

Lucy enjoying a well-earned cup of coffee and a pasty atop Brown Willy. The name, a perennial delight to visitors, is probably Cornish bron whella, the highest hill. In the background we are looking north towards Carland Cross Wind Farm.

Rough Tor, looking north-east from the summit of Brown Willy. These great jagged tors are the exposed skeleton of the vast granite batholith which forms Devon and Cornwall; Dartmoor and the Scilly Isles are part of the same single rock.

hullo clouds hullo sky

Commentary is superfluous.

Eden Project

Day 2 of our wizzo minibreak

It was so hot and moist in the Humid Tropical Biome that our cameras went all fuzzy.

Lucy recovering in the cafeteria with a locally-sourced Cornish pasty and some freshly ground Rainforest Alliance ethical coffee

Eden 3

With some assistance from Lucy’s macro converters

The adventures of a little phone

In my Yoga Journal daily insight today it said I should try and be positive about life changes and have faith that things will be good in the future. It is hard though sometimes.

As befits someone in my position I went to Sainsbury’s and bought about one million calories of comfort food. On the way back from the calerie shop there were blackbirds singing and I saw a super white dove (or pidgeon, it is the same thing really). Also spring flowers were out and so forth.

It is still a lovely world.

I should have known better than to try and install my nice new big USB disk today, as not only did it not work, but my mouse stopped working. I think it is one of those days where if you just keep fiddling, gradually your whole computer falls to pieces like a clown car, followed by the walls and roof of your flat.

I had another go when I came back as I was feeling more cheery after seeing blackbirds, and after wrestling with kernel images, initrds, and package dependency hell, I got it working! So I have a big fat envelope for keeping movies, intellergent documentaries or baffling Jonathan Creek mysteries.

The mouse works too now!