Well a very early start as I had to be at Rowntree Park by about 8am... but arrived so early that only one gate was open but soon others started to trickle in and I helped put together a marquee.
I was in charge of the stalls area and my role was to direct the various stallholders to their pitches and show them where to park their cars. The BBC bus came and eventually got parked up in the right place. Lots of other activity. I was working with a steward called Qing (pronounced 'Ting') and we walked round the stalls as she was doing photographs and wanted to know about each stall. I wasn't aware of the time, just that there was loads happening... and then there was a call on the walkie talkie for me to go to the BBC bus, so I went up there and they wanted to interview me about green lifestyles and the festival and my bike...
They had a clock and I noticed it had just turned 11... the festival had officially started! The interview didn't take long and I was able to get back to the stalls area. Various family and friends arrived, including Gill and the boys and Ali and Ruthie.
The park started to fill up and at one moment the sun came out... but it was still overcast and potentially wet. The Environmental Health Food Hygiene person came and then radioed through to say she was happy with everything. Before long it was approaching 1pm when I was due to present a balloon modelling workshop so I went to the kids area and blew up a whole unicycle's worth of balloons (I put them into the spokes to hold them) and the marquee filled up... loads of children, and as I was doing the workshop, more and more came.... So I did an hour's worth of balloons, an almost endless queue of expectant children all wanting a balloon of their choice. I was glad when there were no more and I could get back to my Festival organiser duties and by this time it had started raining. But the Festival went on and there was lots to do... a very busy few hours.
At about 3.40 I went to the main stage as my favourite band were due to be on, but everything was running late and The Falling Spikes weren't due to be on for at least half an hour. I knew that the music would overrun so I went to find Baz to discuss this with him and he suggested that the music could continue til 5.30, which I wasn't too happy with as this would probably breach our consent. But I didn't argue for a 5pm finish as the audience were still enjoying the music and were resolutely ignoring the rain.
I started doing some litter duties, sorting out different waste streams into different bags, and taking the paper plates/food for composting and the aluminium cans for recycling. The Falling Spikes just did two, possibly three numbers and finished at 5.30 and the park soon became a lot emptier... but I stayed there til 7, doing assorted tidying duties, litter-picking the main lawn and helping John and Len the park-keepers sort out the last of the mess.
I came home very slowly as my trailer was overloaded but got home shortly before 8 and Gill had some home-grown potato chips ready for me, to which I added a couple of yummy things from Azra's curry stall.
Boys overtired and grouchy but they did eventually get to bed and I watched a brilliant programme on Sculpture on C4+1...
Later collected emails and wrote up this blog.
Awoken by a phone call from a friend who's lonely at the weekend since his family has broken up, so I told him about York Green Festival tomorrow and he'll come down sometime in the afternoon. Then there was another phone call from a Fiddlesticks enquirer... and another phone call after that! It's so busy that it's almost like we have a Freefone number!
However the boys went out to play so Gill and I had a bit of time together after which I cycled round to the bread shop and then cut one of the hedges at the bottom of the garden. Over lunch we watched an old Time Team on More 4, and I did emails.
During the afternoon I did a huge pile of pruning.. holly, laurel, privet hedge, and shredding... almost a cubic metre of the stuff...
At about 5pm, cycled down to Rowntree Park to help put up marquees, with Baz and David, Bob and Richard, and advice from Liz who was tipsy (Baz's friend). The solar cinema was being put up with assistance from Sarah and I left at nearly 7pm.
Back home for a small tea and a cold shower as was extremely hot and sweaty... not suitable material for a party, which is where I was off to next. Will was having a 'wellness party' following too much time unwell, and it was an excellent party, with quite a few folks I knew and some I didn't. Drinks, food, music, then some games, and then I did a little balloon show which was fun for all concerned.
Home at about midnight.
However the boys went out to play so Gill and I had a bit of time together after which I cycled round to the bread shop and then cut one of the hedges at the bottom of the garden. Over lunch we watched an old Time Team on More 4, and I did emails.
During the afternoon I did a huge pile of pruning.. holly, laurel, privet hedge, and shredding... almost a cubic metre of the stuff...
At about 5pm, cycled down to Rowntree Park to help put up marquees, with Baz and David, Bob and Richard, and advice from Liz who was tipsy (Baz's friend). The solar cinema was being put up with assistance from Sarah and I left at nearly 7pm.
Back home for a small tea and a cold shower as was extremely hot and sweaty... not suitable material for a party, which is where I was off to next. Will was having a 'wellness party' following too much time unwell, and it was an excellent party, with quite a few folks I knew and some I didn't. Drinks, food, music, then some games, and then I did a little balloon show which was fun for all concerned.
Home at about midnight.
A slow start to the day but at 9.30 the Everest door surveyor came to look at our front door which has been playing up and not closing very well, or being difficult to open from outside. He thinks it is now sorted! He was interested in our logburners and we chatted for a bit about fireplace efficiency, chimney linings etc etc.
One of the boys' friends came round to play, so they went upstairs and were very quiet for a bit... I did some emailing re York Green Festival and then got dressed.
A happy day... picked plums from our old plum tree with assistance from our youngest son (whilst Gill and t'other were in town getting yet more uniform) and then stacked sticks, again with some help from our youngest... who by his good behaviour earned a little bit of pocket money.
I popped down to Country Fresh and was shocked that because of the Green Festival, they'll be shut on Sunday! Richard is the drummer in The Falling Spikes and will be enjoying the festy... and as the other staff member won't work weekends, the shop will be shut. I picked up three boxes of gunk for composting and some broccoli for eating.
During the evening we all watched 'Wainwright's Walks on telly, as it was Helvellyn and Striding Edge, my favourite Lake District walk. I did this with my bone surgeon Roger Austin when I was a teenager... he mended my smashed elbow and became a friend (also he worked with my Dad who was an anaesthetist)
When the boys were in bed we had a game of Scrabble and Gill won by 6 points! I cut up and peeled some of the plums, mainly ones which had some rotten bits (which I cut off!) and placed them on the fruit-drying rack on top of the stove. These then turn into one of the best dried fruits, a kind of prune, minus stone, and wonderfully chewy and sweet. One of my favourites!
One of the boys' friends came round to play, so they went upstairs and were very quiet for a bit... I did some emailing re York Green Festival and then got dressed.
A happy day... picked plums from our old plum tree with assistance from our youngest son (whilst Gill and t'other were in town getting yet more uniform) and then stacked sticks, again with some help from our youngest... who by his good behaviour earned a little bit of pocket money.
I popped down to Country Fresh and was shocked that because of the Green Festival, they'll be shut on Sunday! Richard is the drummer in The Falling Spikes and will be enjoying the festy... and as the other staff member won't work weekends, the shop will be shut. I picked up three boxes of gunk for composting and some broccoli for eating.
During the evening we all watched 'Wainwright's Walks on telly, as it was Helvellyn and Striding Edge, my favourite Lake District walk. I did this with my bone surgeon Roger Austin when I was a teenager... he mended my smashed elbow and became a friend (also he worked with my Dad who was an anaesthetist)
When the boys were in bed we had a game of Scrabble and Gill won by 6 points! I cut up and peeled some of the plums, mainly ones which had some rotten bits (which I cut off!) and placed them on the fruit-drying rack on top of the stove. These then turn into one of the best dried fruits, a kind of prune, minus stone, and wonderfully chewy and sweet. One of my favourites!
A very early start as we'd organised a day out... and as the weather looked better in the North East than the North West, we didn't do the Settle to Carlisle railway but took the 8.27 to Alnmouth so we could go to Alnwick to go to the amazing garden there. Arrived in Alnmouth (well, the station which is a mile outside the coastal village) and got a bus to Alnwick, and the castle and garden is very close to the town...
We spent the morning around the cascade, a wonderful flight of waterfalls with half-hourly fountains and water jets, and occasional other water jets which went really high and were fun to dodge... or get wetted by! The boys loved playing on the tractor toys at the base of the cascade, and walking up the rills which have cobbles on the base to make it easy to do so in the shallow but fast-flowing water, and enjoyed playing with the water in the ornamental garden at the top of the cascade too.
Then we went for a sit-down on the lawns and had our sandwiches we'd brough with us... and our eldest and I went on the guided tour of the poison garden which had a good variety of narcotic and toxic plants from nettles to rhubarb, giant hogweed to cannabis, opium to henbane, coca to foxglove... absolutely fascinating!
After this we went to check out the treehouse via an ice-cream and Gill was brave and walked the wobbly bridges. I took some delight in making them as wobby as possible.... made me giggle, naughty me! The boys laughed as well though, it was fun seeing Mum holding on as if for dear life!
The bamboo labyrinth wasn't a proper labyrinth, more of a maze. But the best thing we left til last, the interactive water sculptures which the boys absolutely adored... and got completely soaked. After the best part of an hour here, we went to the lawns and wrang their teeshirts out, and after a while headed into Alnwick to try to find a charity shop with dry shorts etc. Gill got two pairs of pants in Woolworths and shorts in a charity shop.... perfect!
Wandered round the town and eventually wound up at the bus station where we got the 4.47 bas to Alnmouth Station where we only had a 5 minute wait before the York train came... and back into York at 6.45.
We spent the morning around the cascade, a wonderful flight of waterfalls with half-hourly fountains and water jets, and occasional other water jets which went really high and were fun to dodge... or get wetted by! The boys loved playing on the tractor toys at the base of the cascade, and walking up the rills which have cobbles on the base to make it easy to do so in the shallow but fast-flowing water, and enjoyed playing with the water in the ornamental garden at the top of the cascade too.
Then we went for a sit-down on the lawns and had our sandwiches we'd brough with us... and our eldest and I went on the guided tour of the poison garden which had a good variety of narcotic and toxic plants from nettles to rhubarb, giant hogweed to cannabis, opium to henbane, coca to foxglove... absolutely fascinating!
After this we went to check out the treehouse via an ice-cream and Gill was brave and walked the wobbly bridges. I took some delight in making them as wobby as possible.... made me giggle, naughty me! The boys laughed as well though, it was fun seeing Mum holding on as if for dear life!
The bamboo labyrinth wasn't a proper labyrinth, more of a maze. But the best thing we left til last, the interactive water sculptures which the boys absolutely adored... and got completely soaked. After the best part of an hour here, we went to the lawns and wrang their teeshirts out, and after a while headed into Alnwick to try to find a charity shop with dry shorts etc. Gill got two pairs of pants in Woolworths and shorts in a charity shop.... perfect!
Wandered round the town and eventually wound up at the bus station where we got the 4.47 bas to Alnmouth Station where we only had a 5 minute wait before the York train came... and back into York at 6.45.
A hectic day which ended very late as I had a deadline for my column in Community Care.
However, during the day I responded to a call from a chap in Heworth area who called me and said he'd taken down a couple of trees in his garden and did I want the wood? Well of course I did! Has the World not had too much fossil carbon emitted? Is the Mona Lisa not the most famous smiling person ever? Is the Pope unconcerned about overpopulation? (am I veering off-topic here?)
So I cycled round to his place and there was a large pile of relatively thin 'logs', branches and twigs... but I am happy to have them as they've been carefully cut and stored, some even chopped to length and bagged (albeit in plastic sacks which have started to oxo/photo-degrade revealing rather damp/mouldy sticks!) so I collected two loads. There's at least another 5 loads to go! On the first trip I had a lengthy chat with him and his visitor Jo who'd interviewed me yonks ago on Hospital Radio about York Credit Union, and then a lengthy chat with his plumber Glenn who employed me once for a gig at the Hopgrove Playing Fields... but the second journey I spoke to no-one and did the return trip in 35 minutes...
In the evening I went to St Nicks to be 'an audience' to four novice presenters who have undergone training to get them ready to talk about Transition. I enjoyed pretending to be an OAP chap with a firm belief that there is an Ice Age on the way... after all, this was a popular idea in pre-global warming times not so long ago, and sometimes oldies still refer to it...
So several good presentations, gave feedback.
Back to the house at about 10pm where I put together my column, on water...
However, during the day I responded to a call from a chap in Heworth area who called me and said he'd taken down a couple of trees in his garden and did I want the wood? Well of course I did! Has the World not had too much fossil carbon emitted? Is the Mona Lisa not the most famous smiling person ever? Is the Pope unconcerned about overpopulation? (am I veering off-topic here?)
So I cycled round to his place and there was a large pile of relatively thin 'logs', branches and twigs... but I am happy to have them as they've been carefully cut and stored, some even chopped to length and bagged (albeit in plastic sacks which have started to oxo/photo-degrade revealing rather damp/mouldy sticks!) so I collected two loads. There's at least another 5 loads to go! On the first trip I had a lengthy chat with him and his visitor Jo who'd interviewed me yonks ago on Hospital Radio about York Credit Union, and then a lengthy chat with his plumber Glenn who employed me once for a gig at the Hopgrove Playing Fields... but the second journey I spoke to no-one and did the return trip in 35 minutes...
In the evening I went to St Nicks to be 'an audience' to four novice presenters who have undergone training to get them ready to talk about Transition. I enjoyed pretending to be an OAP chap with a firm belief that there is an Ice Age on the way... after all, this was a popular idea in pre-global warming times not so long ago, and sometimes oldies still refer to it...
So several good presentations, gave feedback.
Back to the house at about 10pm where I put together my column, on water...
Awoken just after 9 by one of my sons yelling at the top of his voice 'I can't find my underpants'... such are the joys of parenting.
However I'm glad that I woke up then as I had a gig at 10 at York College, the other side of town, so I hurriedly wolfed my muesli and brushed my hair for Gill to re-plait it, loaded up my trusty steed and by 9.35 was on my merry way, in costume so no delays at the other end.
Got to the college on the dot of 10, my first time in the new building so no idea where to go but the Out of School Club leader came down to meet me and took some of my gear upstairs, I locked my bike and brought the rest in, and withing 5 mins was starting my show for 18 young people.
Both shows went well and at middayish we were finishing and I left a handwritten invioce for them to send me a cheque soon.
Home via the Building Society to put in two cheques from Sunday and Monday, and the Country Fresh shop to pick up two large boxes of recyclables meaning I was quite overloaded coming up Heslington Road. Late lunch, lit the stove so I can wash up, emails and out into the garden to sort the boxes into compostables, edibles and dryables. Gill took the boys to friends and went on into town to get about £200 worth of uniform for our eldest who's going to his secondary school next week.
However I'm glad that I woke up then as I had a gig at 10 at York College, the other side of town, so I hurriedly wolfed my muesli and brushed my hair for Gill to re-plait it, loaded up my trusty steed and by 9.35 was on my merry way, in costume so no delays at the other end.
Got to the college on the dot of 10, my first time in the new building so no idea where to go but the Out of School Club leader came down to meet me and took some of my gear upstairs, I locked my bike and brought the rest in, and withing 5 mins was starting my show for 18 young people.
Both shows went well and at middayish we were finishing and I left a handwritten invioce for them to send me a cheque soon.
Home via the Building Society to put in two cheques from Sunday and Monday, and the Country Fresh shop to pick up two large boxes of recyclables meaning I was quite overloaded coming up Heslington Road. Late lunch, lit the stove so I can wash up, emails and out into the garden to sort the boxes into compostables, edibles and dryables. Gill took the boys to friends and went on into town to get about £200 worth of uniform for our eldest who's going to his secondary school next week.
Bank Holiday Monday... which means I'm working!
So an early start, up at 7.15 to be at Woodlands MS Respite Care Centre over the road for 8.15 where there was the MS Society minibus awaiting to take me and the volunteers to the event at Allerthorpe Park. We had quite an animated chat on the way... a pair of regular volunteers from one of the MS shops, and several French or French speaking people, Simon and Pierre, and a lovely Pakistani PhD-er doing cancer protein stuff called Rubab. They were working on the stall or in the carpark.
Helped get the gazebos up and was shown my place between a clothes stall and a chip van. 10am came and I put my hat on and slowly got into character; soon there were plenty of interested people who wanted to try out devilsticks or juggling. One young teenager, Mark, spent lots of the day trying out the unicycle and by the end of the day at 4pm had mastered it... brilliant! Several other people had learned to juggle and everybody seemed to have had fun. I'd had a MS Society collecting tin hanging on a post near me and had asked for donations for balloon animals, so raising some cash for the charity.
And I had fun AND got a cheque!
Home in the minibus, got in before 5 and the house was empty but pizza dough was proving on top of one of the still-warm 5 gallon pans of water on top of the stove. I got changed (I'd travelled in costume) and did some shredding in the garden, more hedge prunings to add to the hot tumbler...
Gill and the boys came in, they'd been to Fulford Show and stopped over at Melody and Simon's house on the way back.
Lovely home-made pizza for tea with home-grown tomato and cucumber salad.
Tried my first game of Literati on Yahoo during the evening, as an alternative to Scrabulous but it's not as good.
So an early start, up at 7.15 to be at Woodlands MS Respite Care Centre over the road for 8.15 where there was the MS Society minibus awaiting to take me and the volunteers to the event at Allerthorpe Park. We had quite an animated chat on the way... a pair of regular volunteers from one of the MS shops, and several French or French speaking people, Simon and Pierre, and a lovely Pakistani PhD-er doing cancer protein stuff called Rubab. They were working on the stall or in the carpark.
Helped get the gazebos up and was shown my place between a clothes stall and a chip van. 10am came and I put my hat on and slowly got into character; soon there were plenty of interested people who wanted to try out devilsticks or juggling. One young teenager, Mark, spent lots of the day trying out the unicycle and by the end of the day at 4pm had mastered it... brilliant! Several other people had learned to juggle and everybody seemed to have had fun. I'd had a MS Society collecting tin hanging on a post near me and had asked for donations for balloon animals, so raising some cash for the charity.
And I had fun AND got a cheque!
Home in the minibus, got in before 5 and the house was empty but pizza dough was proving on top of one of the still-warm 5 gallon pans of water on top of the stove. I got changed (I'd travelled in costume) and did some shredding in the garden, more hedge prunings to add to the hot tumbler...
Gill and the boys came in, they'd been to Fulford Show and stopped over at Melody and Simon's house on the way back.
Lovely home-made pizza for tea with home-grown tomato and cucumber salad.
Tried my first game of Literati on Yahoo during the evening, as an alternative to Scrabulous but it's not as good.
Another work day... but woke late after a late night... but didn't have to get to the station til midday as I have a gig in Middleton Park in Leeds at 2pm. So I had a shave and wash and got myself to the station to get the 12.13 train to Penzance and met a young(er) woman whom I sort of recognised but couldn't quite place... but it turned out she, Katie, was/is a volunteer at St Nicks so we had a happy chat until Leeds.
I was met by Alan from Friends of Middleton Park and he drove me to the venue which was a building next to a fishing lake in Middleton Park. I was pleased that the group had bought some circus skills equipment to help with the workshop. I'd thought that my activity would be part of a larger event, but it wasn't... it was just me plus four volunteers and Alan serving teas and cakes... It was a lovely, good-natured event, very easy for me to do, and 4pm came soon.
Alan gave me a lift back to the station and there was a train awaiting me(!) and I was home by 5pm.
I was met by Alan from Friends of Middleton Park and he drove me to the venue which was a building next to a fishing lake in Middleton Park. I was pleased that the group had bought some circus skills equipment to help with the workshop. I'd thought that my activity would be part of a larger event, but it wasn't... it was just me plus four volunteers and Alan serving teas and cakes... It was a lovely, good-natured event, very easy for me to do, and 4pm came soon.
Alan gave me a lift back to the station and there was a train awaiting me(!) and I was home by 5pm.
Distance: 5.8 miles
Elevation: 2,200-2,500 ft
Elevation Gain: 300 ft
Critters: Rattlesnakes

A view looking east along the Go John trail
A couple of years ago I was laid off from my job so I blew some of my severance money and flew down to Arizona to lounge at a spa. Nearby was the Cave Creek Recreation Area. I rented a car and drove the short 10 miles to the trailhead. This was March, and the Sonoran desert was in full bloom. Besides wildflowers, March is mild with warm days and cool nights. Given that Colorado is often still snowy at this time of year, a jaunt down to Phoenix for some early wildflower gawking is not a bad idea. Toss in the spa and you have a nifty stress-relieving getaway. I am not sure what Phoenix has more of, cacti, golf courses, or spas. Surely, you can find one that meets your needs.

The first hill
This trail is a loop that will take you around some large rock formations as well as out into the desert expanses. The trail starts in the picnic area and starts out on a wide path that quickly narrows. There is a sharp ascent towards a picturesque saddle. From its “lofty” heights you have views to the south. From here the trail descends sharply and begins to meander through rolling hills and gullies. It will eventually circle back to where you began. There are a couple of off shoots, so if a trail map is available, bring one along so you don’t go traipsing off into the desert never to return. Sunscreen, a broad brimmed hat, and plenty of water are required for any desert hike.

Saguaro Cactus and flowers
The dominant floral species are Teddy-bear Cholla (Cylindropuntia bigelovii) and Saguaro Cactus (Carnegiea gigantean). These hardy desert dwellers make a wonderful tableau of shapes and sizes. Combine this with radiant blue skies and the eye-popping colors of the seasonal flowers and you have a photographers dream. Only the intense sunlight ruins this combination. If possible, head out at sunrise. I never manage to get out of bed that early but all the great photographers do.

The trail just after cresting the first hill
No matter where you go on travel, there is likely a trail nearby to explore. Expanding one’s horizons to include non-alpine zones is well worth the effort. Next time you are in Phoenix give this trail a try.

California Poppies
Elevation: 2,200-2,500 ft
Elevation Gain: 300 ft
Critters: Rattlesnakes

A couple of years ago I was laid off from my job so I blew some of my severance money and flew down to Arizona to lounge at a spa. Nearby was the Cave Creek Recreation Area. I rented a car and drove the short 10 miles to the trailhead. This was March, and the Sonoran desert was in full bloom. Besides wildflowers, March is mild with warm days and cool nights. Given that Colorado is often still snowy at this time of year, a jaunt down to Phoenix for some early wildflower gawking is not a bad idea. Toss in the spa and you have a nifty stress-relieving getaway. I am not sure what Phoenix has more of, cacti, golf courses, or spas. Surely, you can find one that meets your needs.

This trail is a loop that will take you around some large rock formations as well as out into the desert expanses. The trail starts in the picnic area and starts out on a wide path that quickly narrows. There is a sharp ascent towards a picturesque saddle. From its “lofty” heights you have views to the south. From here the trail descends sharply and begins to meander through rolling hills and gullies. It will eventually circle back to where you began. There are a couple of off shoots, so if a trail map is available, bring one along so you don’t go traipsing off into the desert never to return. Sunscreen, a broad brimmed hat, and plenty of water are required for any desert hike.

The dominant floral species are Teddy-bear Cholla (Cylindropuntia bigelovii) and Saguaro Cactus (Carnegiea gigantean). These hardy desert dwellers make a wonderful tableau of shapes and sizes. Combine this with radiant blue skies and the eye-popping colors of the seasonal flowers and you have a photographers dream. Only the intense sunlight ruins this combination. If possible, head out at sunrise. I never manage to get out of bed that early but all the great photographers do.

No matter where you go on travel, there is likely a trail nearby to explore. Expanding one’s horizons to include non-alpine zones is well worth the effort. Next time you are in Phoenix give this trail a try.

No trip to Ireland is complete without a stop at this unique ruin. A complex of fortresses and cathedrals, it is a hodgepodge of architecture covering many millennia. Home to king and bishop, it contains ruins, palaces, and a wonderful Celtic cross cemetery. It is located in County Tipperary in the south-central part of Ireland.
The buildings sit atop a large upthrust of granite with dramatic views of the surrounding plain. It is easy to see why every noble and his brother wanted to live and defend the rock. It is the only high ground around. Unlike today’s interlopers, they did not scrape and rebuild but continually added on so that what remains is a tangle of grey stone only a tour guide can unravel.
I confess I wandered about snapping pictures without a clear appreciation for what I was looking at. I just like ruins. Their antiquity reminds me how far we have come while at the same time their decay reminds me of the fleetingness of power, religious dogma, and wealth. The wonders of the Internet, however, will allow me to describe a few of the features.
The 90 ft round tower, the oldest building and dates from 1100. The next oldest is the Chapel of King Cormac, which dates from 1134. This building stands out because its stone is a Rufus brown while the other buildings are slate gray. Still, it easy to miss this chapel since it dwarfed by the Cathedral built in 1270.
Standing in this structure one senses the awe the common peasant must have gained by struggling to the top of this promontory and standing within the lofty environs of its sanctuary. Surely such a place would have felt divinely inspired. A brightening of the gray, dull existence of those whose only joy was the thought that heaven promised a better life. The crumbling stone and moss covered crosses tell a different, more painful story. All is dust and inconsequence. Had they known, would they have treated their overlords differently?
Coming from Colorado, I could not help but enjoy the views of the surrounding plains. There are several younger ruins scattered about within cannon shot but there did not seem to be a way to get there. They stand out starkly against the sweet meadow grasses that are slowly reclaiming the ground on a scale invisible to the human eye.
Other posts from my trip to Ireland:
The buildings sit atop a large upthrust of granite with dramatic views of the surrounding plain. It is easy to see why every noble and his brother wanted to live and defend the rock. It is the only high ground around. Unlike today’s interlopers, they did not scrape and rebuild but continually added on so that what remains is a tangle of grey stone only a tour guide can unravel.
I confess I wandered about snapping pictures without a clear appreciation for what I was looking at. I just like ruins. Their antiquity reminds me how far we have come while at the same time their decay reminds me of the fleetingness of power, religious dogma, and wealth. The wonders of the Internet, however, will allow me to describe a few of the features.
The 90 ft round tower, the oldest building and dates from 1100. The next oldest is the Chapel of King Cormac, which dates from 1134. This building stands out because its stone is a Rufus brown while the other buildings are slate gray. Still, it easy to miss this chapel since it dwarfed by the Cathedral built in 1270.
Standing in this structure one senses the awe the common peasant must have gained by struggling to the top of this promontory and standing within the lofty environs of its sanctuary. Surely such a place would have felt divinely inspired. A brightening of the gray, dull existence of those whose only joy was the thought that heaven promised a better life. The crumbling stone and moss covered crosses tell a different, more painful story. All is dust and inconsequence. Had they known, would they have treated their overlords differently?
Coming from Colorado, I could not help but enjoy the views of the surrounding plains. There are several younger ruins scattered about within cannon shot but there did not seem to be a way to get there. They stand out starkly against the sweet meadow grasses that are slowly reclaiming the ground on a scale invisible to the human eye.
Other posts from my trip to Ireland:
My eldest son's birthday, so was woken by Gill asking me to wake up as he wanted to open his present from us, which was, as requested, a radio-controlled tarantula which he'd seen in the Anti-Gravity shop. So he wasn't surprised but was happy... I fitted the batteries and they both played quite happily with it for a while.
The post came and it was the latest edition of the Community Composting Network's magazine 'The Growing Heap' which I proceeded to read cover to cover... it's always riveting and never long enough! Their AGM is in a few weeks and once again it's on a weekend when I'm working, such a drag. I would REALLY love to attend this event sometime but it won't be this year, as I'm in Preston entertaining new recruits to the University.
During the day I got an email from an American email discussion list called 'Compost Digest' which I subscribe to (managed by the US Composting Council) and there was a message with a link to this, saying that the first sentence was just the best first sentence in any piece introducing composting:
http://www.grist.org/advice/how/2008/08/19/?source=most_popular and I totally agree!
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Our birthday boy had a visitor, a lad in the year below him, but less than a year younger and they get on very well (as we do with his parents!) and the three of them spent the whole day playing happily, and they had a late tea after which the birthday boy and I cycled him back home, picking up a good pile of logs on the way from the usual free logpile place, now seriously depleted!
I did some chainsawing today in an attempt to try and tidy up the front garden. Also, when I logged into Facebook, found that Scrabulous had gone... the owners of Scrabble have finally got to the UK Facebook users, so I spent some time posting various bits and bobs on the several pages devoted to saving Scrabulous, and sent an email to Mattel the UK owners.
Late in the evening Gill and I had a good game of Scrabble... on the board, not on our laptops (there are several online versions, but not on Facebook) and fairly predictably, I won. Gill says it's because I've been getting loads of practice with Scrabulous... but no more...
The post came and it was the latest edition of the Community Composting Network's magazine 'The Growing Heap' which I proceeded to read cover to cover... it's always riveting and never long enough! Their AGM is in a few weeks and once again it's on a weekend when I'm working, such a drag. I would REALLY love to attend this event sometime but it won't be this year, as I'm in Preston entertaining new recruits to the University.
During the day I got an email from an American email discussion list called 'Compost Digest' which I subscribe to (managed by the US Composting Council) and there was a message with a link to this, saying that the first sentence was just the best first sentence in any piece introducing composting:
http://www.grist.org/advice/how/2008/08/19/?source=most_popular and I totally agree!
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Our birthday boy had a visitor, a lad in the year below him, but less than a year younger and they get on very well (as we do with his parents!) and the three of them spent the whole day playing happily, and they had a late tea after which the birthday boy and I cycled him back home, picking up a good pile of logs on the way from the usual free logpile place, now seriously depleted!
I did some chainsawing today in an attempt to try and tidy up the front garden. Also, when I logged into Facebook, found that Scrabulous had gone... the owners of Scrabble have finally got to the UK Facebook users, so I spent some time posting various bits and bobs on the several pages devoted to saving Scrabulous, and sent an email to Mattel the UK owners.
Late in the evening Gill and I had a good game of Scrabble... on the board, not on our laptops (there are several online versions, but not on Facebook) and fairly predictably, I won. Gill says it's because I've been getting loads of practice with Scrabulous... but no more...
A lovely lazy morning, read quite a chunk of NewScientist and did emails, lots of York Green Festival stuff going on, as it's only just over a week away.
Got up at lunchtime and had a small lunch then went out into the garden to clear up the hedge cuttings and some woody bits which have been dumped in the front garden. It's a continuous job to try to keep the front reasonably tidy... like the painting of the Forth Bridge. As soon as there's any space, it gets filled with new material ready for processing.
I had an early tea..... Gill put it together.. cauliflower and nutloaf, and by 5.30 I was getting ready to cycle out along the Wigginton Road to Creepy Crawlies where the 'Snappy Beach Party' was taking place... and I was due to perform at this fundraiser. This was the first time I'd been to Creepy Crawlies, and it's an impressive space with good facilities.
I was shown a good place for my activity, which when I arrived was being used by a singer and pianist. I parked my bike and trailer up and waited for them to finish and move, and my friend Ali arrived with her daughter and carer, all the way from Sheffield. It had been quite an interesting journey for them... the little one's first train journey, and as the wheelchair space in standard class was occupied, they had to go in first class. They'd pre-booked, including seats for the carer and child, but there was a besuited NHS chap with laptop in this pair of seats who refused to move when asked, even though they had seat reservations. A bit later, when the ticket inspector asked where Ali was going, she said where and told him about the SNAPPY charity fundraiser, as the charity had had it's funding pulled by the Council and the NHS. The NHS man visibly bristled! This made Ali feel a little bit better about his refusal to vacate the seat!
At about 6.45 the singer/painist duo moved and I got myself unpacked and ready to go... the space was not ideal, rather cramped but the show went quite well, despite competing demands from other distractions, people walking through the stage area, loud amplified announcements, etc. I suppose you can't have chips with everything! I was glad to get that part of the evening finished and do some balloon modelling, much easier in the circumstances, and this activity raised some money for SNAPPY too.
I was able to spend a bit of time with Ali before she went to get in her awaiting charriot, and at 9pm I cycled home.
Got up at lunchtime and had a small lunch then went out into the garden to clear up the hedge cuttings and some woody bits which have been dumped in the front garden. It's a continuous job to try to keep the front reasonably tidy... like the painting of the Forth Bridge. As soon as there's any space, it gets filled with new material ready for processing.
I had an early tea..... Gill put it together.. cauliflower and nutloaf, and by 5.30 I was getting ready to cycle out along the Wigginton Road to Creepy Crawlies where the 'Snappy Beach Party' was taking place... and I was due to perform at this fundraiser. This was the first time I'd been to Creepy Crawlies, and it's an impressive space with good facilities.
I was shown a good place for my activity, which when I arrived was being used by a singer and pianist. I parked my bike and trailer up and waited for them to finish and move, and my friend Ali arrived with her daughter and carer, all the way from Sheffield. It had been quite an interesting journey for them... the little one's first train journey, and as the wheelchair space in standard class was occupied, they had to go in first class. They'd pre-booked, including seats for the carer and child, but there was a besuited NHS chap with laptop in this pair of seats who refused to move when asked, even though they had seat reservations. A bit later, when the ticket inspector asked where Ali was going, she said where and told him about the SNAPPY charity fundraiser, as the charity had had it's funding pulled by the Council and the NHS. The NHS man visibly bristled! This made Ali feel a little bit better about his refusal to vacate the seat!
At about 6.45 the singer/painist duo moved and I got myself unpacked and ready to go... the space was not ideal, rather cramped but the show went quite well, despite competing demands from other distractions, people walking through the stage area, loud amplified announcements, etc. I suppose you can't have chips with everything! I was glad to get that part of the evening finished and do some balloon modelling, much easier in the circumstances, and this activity raised some money for SNAPPY too.
I was able to spend a bit of time with Ali before she went to get in her awaiting charriot, and at 9pm I cycled home.
Woken up fairly early and decided that as the weather was reasonable I'd try to finish the job I started the other day, helping Joan in Tang Hall deal with her fallen apple tree. I cycled my quiet electric shredder round in my trailer and spent about an hour feeding all the huge pile of twiggy bits through plus some of the smaller apples. This resulted in four sacks of shreddings, perfect for my composting. Also a pile of sticks for kindling (in a year or two!) and some bigger logs.
Gill took the boys into town on the bus, to take back a computer game that our youngest bought (create a monster) which the person in the shop said didn't need internet access to use... but it does so it's getting taken back. Their computer doesn't have internet and Gill's laptop (second hand) doesn't have Windows XP, the programme needed for the game. I suppose they could run it on my laptop but I'd prefer them not to! They walked back from town, getting in as I was having lunch.
Gill wanted to go to town to have a hair cut so I persuaded the boys to cycle to the park with a football and a frisbee and we spent over an hour there, playing together on the seesaw and swings, and I found some of my favourite mushrooms, the 'fairy ring champignon' (Marasmius oreades) which is very tasty and quite meaty although small. I picked a hatful.
Came home with these plus three long branches sticking out of my trailer, and when we got back the boys played on the trampoline, making a hell of a noise whilst I picked a load of blackberries and cut a hedge. I had rescued some pears from the veg shop a day or two ago and cut out the bad bits (mostly less than 20% of the available fruit) and stewed these pear slices on top of the woodstove with the blackberries... totally yummy.
During the evening, our youngest child felt unwell, with a tummy ache and loose bowels, and at bedtime whilst doing his teeth, 'passed wind' and also some bloody mucus so I rang the out of hours doctor and asked what we should do. The doc rang back, and after the usual set of questions advised me to bring him to the hospital to the out of hours doctor service, next to the A+E department. We got him dressed and I got a cushion for my bike back-rack, and he sat on this, holding onto me and we cycled down the cycle track all the way to the hospital's A+E department. This seems to have been refurbished... not to quite palatial standard but it is very nice, as was the doctor who saw us. She took his temperature and palpated his tum... and suggested that as he was quite cheerful, he didn't have a bacterial infection but probably a viral inflammation. The advice was to take him home, encourage him to have plenty of liquids and he'd get better soon. If he got worse, contact them again...
We got home just in time for me to see the last installment of 'The Man Who Cycled The World' which was really inspiring. Late night watching programme on how humans abuse the seas especially sharks, whilst typing away...
Gill took the boys into town on the bus, to take back a computer game that our youngest bought (create a monster) which the person in the shop said didn't need internet access to use... but it does so it's getting taken back. Their computer doesn't have internet and Gill's laptop (second hand) doesn't have Windows XP, the programme needed for the game. I suppose they could run it on my laptop but I'd prefer them not to! They walked back from town, getting in as I was having lunch.
Gill wanted to go to town to have a hair cut so I persuaded the boys to cycle to the park with a football and a frisbee and we spent over an hour there, playing together on the seesaw and swings, and I found some of my favourite mushrooms, the 'fairy ring champignon' (Marasmius oreades) which is very tasty and quite meaty although small. I picked a hatful.
Came home with these plus three long branches sticking out of my trailer, and when we got back the boys played on the trampoline, making a hell of a noise whilst I picked a load of blackberries and cut a hedge. I had rescued some pears from the veg shop a day or two ago and cut out the bad bits (mostly less than 20% of the available fruit) and stewed these pear slices on top of the woodstove with the blackberries... totally yummy.
During the evening, our youngest child felt unwell, with a tummy ache and loose bowels, and at bedtime whilst doing his teeth, 'passed wind' and also some bloody mucus so I rang the out of hours doctor and asked what we should do. The doc rang back, and after the usual set of questions advised me to bring him to the hospital to the out of hours doctor service, next to the A+E department. We got him dressed and I got a cushion for my bike back-rack, and he sat on this, holding onto me and we cycled down the cycle track all the way to the hospital's A+E department. This seems to have been refurbished... not to quite palatial standard but it is very nice, as was the doctor who saw us. She took his temperature and palpated his tum... and suggested that as he was quite cheerful, he didn't have a bacterial infection but probably a viral inflammation. The advice was to take him home, encourage him to have plenty of liquids and he'd get better soon. If he got worse, contact them again...
We got home just in time for me to see the last installment of 'The Man Who Cycled The World' which was really inspiring. Late night watching programme on how humans abuse the seas especially sharks, whilst typing away...
Morning in the garden, weeding, harvesting potatoes, picking beans
Afternoon went over to Knaresborough to do a gig in a care home.
Evening went to a York in Transition meeting.
Afternoon went over to Knaresborough to do a gig in a care home.
Evening went to a York in Transition meeting.
An afternoon at work, playscheme in Leeds
Spent most of the morning skirting around our visitors who were getting packed, and doing loads of washing up. Later in the morning the adults went to the bank to sort out a problem there, they have had some money taken out of their account by someone else, possibly by someone doing a phone transaction and entering a wrong digit... possibly!
This took much longer to sort out than they'd planned and they eventually got off at after 2pm, heading for Birmingham to pick up some stuff they left with friends when they were living here, and then on to Dover where they are camping overnight before a long drive back to Germany.
I went into town as soon as they were gone, and put in a cheque I found whilst sorting through piles of paperwork looking for a letter from a booking in July, where they'd asked for an invoice, I'd written one out and they'd refused to pay me as the invoice was handwritten. I wrote a robust reply explaining my situation and ethics (ie no printer, never using 'new' paper, only re-using already used paper printed on one side only) and told them that if I didn't have a payment by 1st September that I'd start proceedings in the small claims court. I cycled this to the company and talked it through with the boss of the woman who booked me, who has gone on holiday. He said he'd talk to head office and see if they could sort something out quickly.
This took much longer to sort out than they'd planned and they eventually got off at after 2pm, heading for Birmingham to pick up some stuff they left with friends when they were living here, and then on to Dover where they are camping overnight before a long drive back to Germany.
I went into town as soon as they were gone, and put in a cheque I found whilst sorting through piles of paperwork looking for a letter from a booking in July, where they'd asked for an invoice, I'd written one out and they'd refused to pay me as the invoice was handwritten. I wrote a robust reply explaining my situation and ethics (ie no printer, never using 'new' paper, only re-using already used paper printed on one side only) and told them that if I didn't have a payment by 1st September that I'd start proceedings in the small claims court. I cycled this to the company and talked it through with the boss of the woman who booked me, who has gone on holiday. He said he'd talk to head office and see if they could sort something out quickly.
Most of the day was with activities connected to our German friends... including delivering leaflets for the Green Party with their teenage boy, whom I get on very well with.
I did however have a good hour and a half on the lottie, weeding and digging up spuds... the ground was soft with all the rain we've had, so I was able to pull out big dandelions by hand, the long tap-root coming out easily. All the potatoes have succumbed to the rain but there's a good crop under the soil. The brambles in the boundary areas are burgeoning and many needed chopping back and cutting into short lengths for the compost heap.
I did however have a good hour and a half on the lottie, weeding and digging up spuds... the ground was soft with all the rain we've had, so I was able to pull out big dandelions by hand, the long tap-root coming out easily. All the potatoes have succumbed to the rain but there's a good crop under the soil. The brambles in the boundary areas are burgeoning and many needed chopping back and cutting into short lengths for the compost heap.
How to Construct a Dark-Room Clock.
A clock to measure the seconds, the face and fingers of which be plainly seen in the dark room, is a most desirable and useful ring. But one specially made for the purpose at the present time is rather an expensive item. The following instruction will enable any photographer to adapt an ordinary clock at vary little cost. Any make or sue will do providing it has a good, bold, white dial and a minute finger, and is one without a which will go in any position like a watch. Unless it has a finger it will be of no use for our purpose. It does not how old the movement is or bow defective it’s time-keeping qualities; these are of no consequence. If we have not one in our one can be picked up very cheaply, often for a few at a clock repairer's or secondhand stores.
Having secured this, we can proceed with the work of converting into a dark-room clock.
Having secured this, we can proceed with the work of converting into a dark-room clock.
Carefully take the movement out of the case, noticing particularly bow it m fixed in, and remove the fingers. Sometimes this latter has to be done before the movement will come out of the case. All screws, washers, fingers, ate, should be put into a purser or small tray so that they will not get lost, as they will be required later. We should now carefully look at the works and notice just those wheels and spindles which are required to keep the clock going and the minute finger moving. All the rest of the movements are not required by us, and are better taken out. The beet way to take these out without disturbing any other works is to cot through the spindles which carry the wheels with a three-cornered file anywhere where it is convenient. They can then easily be taken out. When all the unnecessary parts have been removed we shall have a clock which, when going, only takes round the minute band. The dial should now be pot back on the clock in such a manner that the centre of the dial where the hour hand was should be fixed over the minute finger movement. This may necessitate a little cutting of the dial, etc., or other parts, to allow it to fit in its right position, but can easily be accomplished. When this is fitted in position the long; finger is carefully soldered on to the minute finger and blacked, the minute finger placed in position, and the whole movement put back into the case. We have now a clock which takes just one minute for the finger to go completely round the dial, and each of the hours five seconds. The dial being of a large size and white, and the finger black, it is very easy to see and count the time in the dark room. Of course, the clock will go with once winding as long as ever it did.
The progress made during the war in the design and manufacture of cameras for photographing from aero planes has hitherto remained undisclosed except by the few and somewhat sensational statements which were published now and again in the lay Press, and which, it may be said, were usually wide of the mark. Misers, Brock and Holat, in the paper which we reprinted in our issue of February 21 last, made certain sweeping claims to priority which in the following issue provoked denial n the part f two correspondents, both exceptionally well-informed as to what has actually been done in the production of cameras for the British air forces. Since the appearance it paper we hare had an opportunity of inspecting at the Kid Brooke camp of the Royal Air Force cameras representing the whole range of instruments which have bean used daring the war from the earliest days until its termination. The paper by Major Charles W. Gamble at the Optical Society on March 13 last has also set forth in try great detail the steps by which aero plane photography has been raised to great stats of perfection. It is therefore well that tone account be given of what has been accomplished and of the stages through which the aerial camera has passed.
At the outbreak of war photographs bum aero planes or airships had been taken only in quite a casual and amateur way, and the military authorities were low to recognize the great service which aerial photographs would reader to the Intelligence Branch of the Army. Within a law months, however, the value of the aerial photographs received recognition, and cameras specially made for the purpose were first need early in 1915. The first or A model, long since abandoned, was of a quite primitive type, consisting of wooden square-section cone-shaped body, carrying a lens of eight or tea inches local length and fitted with a Mackenzie- Wisbart adapter for envelopes taking 5x4 plates- The camera had to be held in the hand and pointed vertically or obliquely downwards by the observer as he stood up in the aero plane. The Mackenzie-Wisbart system allowed of a considerable supply of plates being taken up, but the relative fragility of the envelopes in the circumstances of their being handled by a wearer of thick gloves, coupled with a want of sufficient precision in bringing the plate accurately into the local plane of an f/4.6 lens, caused this form f plate-holder to be abandoned.
Early in 1916 a modified pattern, the C model, of the first instrument was put in the hands of airmen. It differed chiefly from the previous model in the means adopted for holding and changing the plates. The camera was fitted with two magazines, one containing eighteen 6x4 plates, in metal heaths, which was placed immediately over the local plane, and the ether (empty) magazine below it and to one side, the camera, of course, pointing downwards. By means of a horizontally moving metal plate, the lowermost of the plates awaiting exposure was pushed to one side and was received in the lower magazine, the operation of thus changing the plate also reciting the local-plane shutter under cover of the moving metal plate. The principle of mechanically changing plates by discharging from a holder placed mouth downwards into one placed mouth upwards has been retained in later models in which the changing mechanism it self has been further improved.
The two foregoing cameras mere both of wood, the disadvantage of which, as pointed out by Major Gamble in his paper, was the liability to expand or contract under the very wide range of temperature and climatic conditions to which the cameras are exposed. Inasmuch as a very slight alteration of the distance between an f/4.5 lens and the sensitive surface may disturb the definition, recourse was had to cameras of all-metal construction or to one consisting of wood framework, constructed so as to obviate expansion and covered with metal mounted thereon so as to cause no stresses in the structure in the event of its expansion. The E camera of the R.F.C.; introduced in 1917 was an all-metal camera of this type, and was fitted with a changing mechanism similar to that of the C model, but with the difference that the plate was changed by pulling a cord, and, the occulting metal plats being thus dispensed with, the camera included a capping shutter to cover the aperture in the local-plane blind during re-setting. A further new device first introduced in this model was an adjustable lens cone by which lenses of from 8 to 10(1/2) inches focal length could be fitted and readily brought into use.
Up to this point all the cameras employing plates were operated, as regards changing the plate, entirely by hand, a system which had considerable disadvantages. Simple as an ordinary photographer would regard the operation of the changing mechanism, the fact that it had to be placed in the hands of men entirely unfamiliar with photographic apparatus called for a changing device which would be free from mishandling by the human operator. It need hardly be said that the airman has many other things to do besides taking photographs, and that he carries on his work always under the conditions of fire from enemy anti-aircraft batteries and of attack from enemy machines. Thus the next step and one which brought the aero plane plate camera almost to its most perfected form, was to provide a mechanical means of changing, operated by power other than that of the airman and brought automatically into operation immediately alter an exposure had been made. This was done in the L camera first used by the K-F.C. early in 1917. With it the operator had simply to use Bowden release in order to make an exposure: the rest- resetting the shutter and changing the plate was done mechanically and automatically. The ingenious device introduced for this purpose consisted of a small propeller mounted on the aero plane and connected to the camera by a flexible shaft. This provided sufficient power for the operation of the plate-changing mechanism, the changing gear coming into operation on the observer releasing the Bowden lever.
An improved model of this camera came into use in 1913 as the LB and has proved the most successful of aerial instruments. It differs from the type just mentioned in being fitted with a self-capping focal-plane shutter which can be entirely removed and replaced by another in case of derangement. Moreover it can be adjusted as regards slit-width by an external lever, and there is the further provision of operating the plate-changing by hand or power as necessary and of instantaneously altering it for use by one or the other means. A further improvement was the series of most rigidly made and finished lens cones, enabling lenses of 4, 6, 8, 10, and 20 inches focal length being used on the one camera.
The principle of a propeller drive for the mechanical changing of plates was also applied to a camera of much larger size, for 18 x 24 cm. plates, first used by the R.A.F. in 1918. The camera, which perhaps may be said not to have been quite fully perfected at the time of the Armistice, is fitted with lens cones allowing the use of objectives of from 7 to 20 inches focal length.
Other cameras of simpler type have been used both in the Royal Flying Corps and the Royal Naval Air Service for purposes more or less special to the requirements of these services. Certain of these are cameras fitted with a stout handle or grip, by which the instrument can be held and pointed obliquely in order to produce a type of photograph distinct from that obtained with a vertical direction of the lens axis. Thus in preparing for operations with tanks in France, photographs taken obliquely are necessary in order to yield an idea of the nature of the ground over which the attack is to be delivered; and similar oblique pictures are taken for many purposes of the Admiralty, for example, in order to obtain records of the correctness with which the masters of ships proceeding as a convoy are carrying out their instructions as to formation.
But perhaps the camera evolved for aero plane work which would provoke the greatest admiration of a connoisseur in mechanical devices is that known as the F, and first used by the Royal Flying Corps in 1916, after having passed through its trials at Farnborough during 1915. This is a camera taking a continuous series of 5 x 4 pictures on a roll of film sufficient for 120 exposures. The mechanism is operated by a propeller to that as the aero plane travels the photographs are automatically taken at intervals corresponding with a certain number of revolutions of the propeller. Simultaneously with the exposure of each section of film a tiny record is made on each (by means of a small supplementary lens) of the reading of the height of the machine and of its compass bearings so that each negative is provided with a record of the direction of flight over the territory which is being photographed.
At the outbreak of war photographs bum aero planes or airships had been taken only in quite a casual and amateur way, and the military authorities were low to recognize the great service which aerial photographs would reader to the Intelligence Branch of the Army. Within a law months, however, the value of the aerial photographs received recognition, and cameras specially made for the purpose were first need early in 1915. The first or A model, long since abandoned, was of a quite primitive type, consisting of wooden square-section cone-shaped body, carrying a lens of eight or tea inches local length and fitted with a Mackenzie- Wisbart adapter for envelopes taking 5x4 plates- The camera had to be held in the hand and pointed vertically or obliquely downwards by the observer as he stood up in the aero plane. The Mackenzie-Wisbart system allowed of a considerable supply of plates being taken up, but the relative fragility of the envelopes in the circumstances of their being handled by a wearer of thick gloves, coupled with a want of sufficient precision in bringing the plate accurately into the local plane of an f/4.6 lens, caused this form f plate-holder to be abandoned.
Early in 1916 a modified pattern, the C model, of the first instrument was put in the hands of airmen. It differed chiefly from the previous model in the means adopted for holding and changing the plates. The camera was fitted with two magazines, one containing eighteen 6x4 plates, in metal heaths, which was placed immediately over the local plane, and the ether (empty) magazine below it and to one side, the camera, of course, pointing downwards. By means of a horizontally moving metal plate, the lowermost of the plates awaiting exposure was pushed to one side and was received in the lower magazine, the operation of thus changing the plate also reciting the local-plane shutter under cover of the moving metal plate. The principle of mechanically changing plates by discharging from a holder placed mouth downwards into one placed mouth upwards has been retained in later models in which the changing mechanism it self has been further improved.
The two foregoing cameras mere both of wood, the disadvantage of which, as pointed out by Major Gamble in his paper, was the liability to expand or contract under the very wide range of temperature and climatic conditions to which the cameras are exposed. Inasmuch as a very slight alteration of the distance between an f/4.5 lens and the sensitive surface may disturb the definition, recourse was had to cameras of all-metal construction or to one consisting of wood framework, constructed so as to obviate expansion and covered with metal mounted thereon so as to cause no stresses in the structure in the event of its expansion. The E camera of the R.F.C.; introduced in 1917 was an all-metal camera of this type, and was fitted with a changing mechanism similar to that of the C model, but with the difference that the plate was changed by pulling a cord, and, the occulting metal plats being thus dispensed with, the camera included a capping shutter to cover the aperture in the local-plane blind during re-setting. A further new device first introduced in this model was an adjustable lens cone by which lenses of from 8 to 10(1/2) inches focal length could be fitted and readily brought into use.
Up to this point all the cameras employing plates were operated, as regards changing the plate, entirely by hand, a system which had considerable disadvantages. Simple as an ordinary photographer would regard the operation of the changing mechanism, the fact that it had to be placed in the hands of men entirely unfamiliar with photographic apparatus called for a changing device which would be free from mishandling by the human operator. It need hardly be said that the airman has many other things to do besides taking photographs, and that he carries on his work always under the conditions of fire from enemy anti-aircraft batteries and of attack from enemy machines. Thus the next step and one which brought the aero plane plate camera almost to its most perfected form, was to provide a mechanical means of changing, operated by power other than that of the airman and brought automatically into operation immediately alter an exposure had been made. This was done in the L camera first used by the K-F.C. early in 1917. With it the operator had simply to use Bowden release in order to make an exposure: the rest- resetting the shutter and changing the plate was done mechanically and automatically. The ingenious device introduced for this purpose consisted of a small propeller mounted on the aero plane and connected to the camera by a flexible shaft. This provided sufficient power for the operation of the plate-changing mechanism, the changing gear coming into operation on the observer releasing the Bowden lever.
An improved model of this camera came into use in 1913 as the LB and has proved the most successful of aerial instruments. It differs from the type just mentioned in being fitted with a self-capping focal-plane shutter which can be entirely removed and replaced by another in case of derangement. Moreover it can be adjusted as regards slit-width by an external lever, and there is the further provision of operating the plate-changing by hand or power as necessary and of instantaneously altering it for use by one or the other means. A further improvement was the series of most rigidly made and finished lens cones, enabling lenses of 4, 6, 8, 10, and 20 inches focal length being used on the one camera.
The principle of a propeller drive for the mechanical changing of plates was also applied to a camera of much larger size, for 18 x 24 cm. plates, first used by the R.A.F. in 1918. The camera, which perhaps may be said not to have been quite fully perfected at the time of the Armistice, is fitted with lens cones allowing the use of objectives of from 7 to 20 inches focal length.
Other cameras of simpler type have been used both in the Royal Flying Corps and the Royal Naval Air Service for purposes more or less special to the requirements of these services. Certain of these are cameras fitted with a stout handle or grip, by which the instrument can be held and pointed obliquely in order to produce a type of photograph distinct from that obtained with a vertical direction of the lens axis. Thus in preparing for operations with tanks in France, photographs taken obliquely are necessary in order to yield an idea of the nature of the ground over which the attack is to be delivered; and similar oblique pictures are taken for many purposes of the Admiralty, for example, in order to obtain records of the correctness with which the masters of ships proceeding as a convoy are carrying out their instructions as to formation.
But perhaps the camera evolved for aero plane work which would provoke the greatest admiration of a connoisseur in mechanical devices is that known as the F, and first used by the Royal Flying Corps in 1916, after having passed through its trials at Farnborough during 1915. This is a camera taking a continuous series of 5 x 4 pictures on a roll of film sufficient for 120 exposures. The mechanism is operated by a propeller to that as the aero plane travels the photographs are automatically taken at intervals corresponding with a certain number of revolutions of the propeller. Simultaneously with the exposure of each section of film a tiny record is made on each (by means of a small supplementary lens) of the reading of the height of the machine and of its compass bearings so that each negative is provided with a record of the direction of flight over the territory which is being photographed.
The notes on panoramic photographs in a recent number of the “B.J.” will no doubt have interested quite a fair proportion of readers; and in all probability many more will welcome some amplification of the subject. And as there appears to be very little literature on this fascinating phase of the photographer's art the following notes are penned with the hope they may at least help the novice, even if they fail in the more ambitions desire to stimulate the production of a scientific treatise on the principle invoked. The panoramic camera is a necessity: there can be no question of that, and although much good work can be done by joining up several ordinary photographs, there are cases where all the skill in the world will fall to make a presentable picture; and an example, of this failure occurs when we have a view including railway lines in the foreground. At each join the lines meet at an angle and as we are not accustomed to trams tracing pentagons and squares, we are offended by the view. In a panoramic picture of the same subject, the lines will appear as continuous curves; so we are not asked to imagine the impossible, and therefore the eye and sense are not offended. To the professional mind in doubt, the big group is the most important class of work to which this camera can be put and here it is clearly scores that no argument is needed. These groups of course, are arranged in an arc of a circle with the camera at the centre; and the general perspective of the recanting picture, may be likened to one taken with an ordinary camera and a very long focus lens whose axis is at right angles to the same group arranged in a straight line. Now whatever carping critics may say, the man at the end of a panoramic group will he far better pleased than if it had been a wide-angle group; for he is in the same perspective as the man in the middle and this will prove a blessing to the photographer who has to copy a single figure from a group for the purpose of enlargement, and alas! in very many cases, the only available source will be front one of those big military panoramic groups and whatever consolation father, mother or sister can get from the finished enlargement, it will be all the greater from the fact that their departed hero is delineated in tine which would not be the case in the figure were copies from near the end of a while-angle group.
The thing that is most objectionable about a panoramic view is when something that we know must necessarily be straight comes out in the photograph as a pronounced curve. There are two ways to avoid this: one is by the arrangement of the subject, as in the case of a group, or by the selection of the point of view. Now, in general a horizontal straight line, except when it radiates from the camera, appears in a panoramic photograph as a curve: and, conversely, there is a certain curve which, when in a horizontal piano with the camera at its origin, will always appear an a horizontal straight line; and if we know the nature of this curve, we shall be in a better position to order the arrangements for any particular photograph we wish to take.
Let us take a practical example:-Fig. 1 is a diagrammatic view of Ludendorff, on horseback, giving a farewell address to his troops; and perhaps adding a few words of advice and warning mi the disastrous consequences of a complication of Prussian microcephalism and Asiatic beriberi. In the ordinary panoramic parade photograph the men dwindle away towards each end of the picture, and form a strange curve that would remind a soldier more of some lamentable straggle with the theory of a trajectory than of invincible, Vandalia, martial glory and also it offends all our ideas of perspective. And besides, perhaps, Ludendorff would not like it; he might think yon were puking fan at him, and intended some sly allusion to "elastic fronts." The remedy is to get the valiant soldier to let you arrange the men; and to get this effect of straight lines vanishing to the horizon, as in Fig. 1. they will have to be arranged in the form shown in plan by
The thing that is most objectionable about a panoramic view is when something that we know must necessarily be straight comes out in the photograph as a pronounced curve. There are two ways to avoid this: one is by the arrangement of the subject, as in the case of a group, or by the selection of the point of view. Now, in general a horizontal straight line, except when it radiates from the camera, appears in a panoramic photograph as a curve: and, conversely, there is a certain curve which, when in a horizontal piano with the camera at its origin, will always appear an a horizontal straight line; and if we know the nature of this curve, we shall be in a better position to order the arrangements for any particular photograph we wish to take.
Let us take a practical example:-Fig. 1 is a diagrammatic view of Ludendorff, on horseback, giving a farewell address to his troops; and perhaps adding a few words of advice and warning mi the disastrous consequences of a complication of Prussian microcephalism and Asiatic beriberi. In the ordinary panoramic parade photograph the men dwindle away towards each end of the picture, and form a strange curve that would remind a soldier more of some lamentable straggle with the theory of a trajectory than of invincible, Vandalia, martial glory and also it offends all our ideas of perspective. And besides, perhaps, Ludendorff would not like it; he might think yon were puking fan at him, and intended some sly allusion to "elastic fronts." The remedy is to get the valiant soldier to let you arrange the men; and to get this effect of straight lines vanishing to the horizon, as in Fig. 1. they will have to be arranged in the form shown in plan by
the heavy line in Fig. 2. If we are using a 12-in. lens; and decide to have the finished picture about 40 inches long, the group will have to be included in an angle of about 180 degrees; because12^=37¾ nearly, which will allow just a little margin each end. If we further decide that the nearest soldier shall be three inches high in the photograph, and the one at the remote end of the line one-quarter that being then, by the simplest arithmetic, the nearest man must be 24 feet from the camera, and the furthest one 86 feet; and, as the group is to include 180 degrees these two men and the camera will be all on the same straight line. This is shown t., scale in Fig. 2, where the position of the camera is given by o, and B and B’ are the places of the and men. The setting out of the rest of the curve is quite simple if we remember that the panoramic projection of the horizon is a straight line, and every length of a panoramic photograph represents an equal angle or number of degrees; that is to say, if three inches at the end of a Pangram represents 15 degrees, then also three inches from the middle will represent exactly the same angle, and if the line B O, joining the men's feet in Fig. 1, is to be straight, the vertical distance between it and H O must diminish by the same arithmetical amount for each equal length of the picture; and as the distances from the camera must be inversely as the height of the figures, we have the clue to every point of the curve. Now, let us calculate the distance of the curve from the origin o for every 30 degrees. As the total fall in height is to be 3-¾, and 30 is contained six times in 180, then
is the amount required; and in the table below the distances of the points are given in feet for every 30 degrees, while the heights of the image are given in eighths-of-an-inch, to avoid fractions and show better the regular decrease.
In regard to this table it may be observed that the product of the height and distance is a constant quantity. A group arranged in this way will, in the resulting Panorama, have the same general perspective as Fig. 1 though course each element of the picture will have the perspective peculiar to the lens with which it was taken.
Now if the lines AO and BO are continued they will meet outside the picture, at the vanishing point O n the horizon; and if we call the vertical distances between A and B h and the number of degree from H to O, which in this case will be 240 deg., then for every degree the height will decrease by; therefore at any angle ß. measuring from H. the bright of the figures will be: -
Now if the lines AO and BO are continued they will meet outside the picture, at the vanishing point O n the horizon; and if we call the vertical distances between A and B h and the number of degree from H to O, which in this case will be 240 deg., then for every degree the height will decrease by; therefore at any angle ß. measuring from H. the bright of the figures will be: -
and the distance from the camera to the curve of this point will be: -
It will be been that is a constant quantity which we will call a; and a ß is a variable angle which we will call; then, substituting and patting r for the variable radius we have: -
and, clad in this classic garb, readers who have dwelt in the seventh heaven of mathematical bliss will recognize in old friend, the "reciprocal spiral." To show the nature of the complete curve it is continued in the diagram at each and by broken lines, and towards the origin it approximates more and more to a circle with every revolution it makes recording to the law –
where ra is the radius at the nth crossing of the initial line and by taking a and n of suitable dimensions we can get as near as we like to any tiled circle. By making is very small the whole curve approximates to the initial line; and if we take it small enough we have the special case of the radiating straight line. This from this spiral we can get in our photograph a right line at any degree, of obliquity and perhaps enough has been said to make clear the general law: -
The panoramic projection of a reciprocal spiral in a horizontal plane with the camera its origin is a straight line and only this carve or some special phase of it is so rendered.
But in all probability it would be as difficult to get a photographer to look at a formula of this kind as it would be get Ludendorff to let you arrange his men; so perhaps a better way would be to plot the curve to several valuations, then equal lengths; and this would give a rapid approximate way of finding what one wants.
Before leaving this subject there are several practical points consider. Where shall we put Ludendorff? In Fig. 1 it will be seen that the centre-line of the picture passes through the horse's head and therefore, he must be placed so that the mid-angular line in this case the 90 deg. line passes under the head of his charger. Another point to consider is what would happen if; instead of terminating the group at B and B we continued it along towards the originals far as the curve is
The panoramic projection of a reciprocal spiral in a horizontal plane with the camera its origin is a straight line and only this carve or some special phase of it is so rendered.
But in all probability it would be as difficult to get a photographer to look at a formula of this kind as it would be get Ludendorff to let you arrange his men; so perhaps a better way would be to plot the curve to several valuations, then equal lengths; and this would give a rapid approximate way of finding what one wants.
Before leaving this subject there are several practical points consider. Where shall we put Ludendorff? In Fig. 1 it will be seen that the centre-line of the picture passes through the horse's head and therefore, he must be placed so that the mid-angular line in this case the 90 deg. line passes under the head of his charger. Another point to consider is what would happen if; instead of terminating the group at B and B we continued it along towards the originals far as the curve is
marked out in the diagram by the broken line, and also at the rather end along the straight for half a mile or so; and then starting the Circuit camera at the beginning of the group, let it run round for two and a half revolutions? Still keeping to the 12-in lens, we should want a 16-ft. film for the job; but to see the sort of thing we should get, draw a long rectangle in represent the picture (Fig. 40). The group will begin three tines over and end three times, and if we draw a straight line from the bottoms left-hand end of the rectangle to the horizon at the other end to show the line upon which the complete group is standing the diagram will be completed by a line of 240 deg. and one of 180 deg from the commencement of the picture and two lines of the same lengths at the end; and as these short
lines are necessarily repetitions of parts the long one, all live will consequently be parallel to each other.
The practical outcome of all this is what every user of a panoramic camera knows: avoid such a position that gives a straight line, which in perspective ought to be parallel with the ground line; if we can get to something like 45 deg. from this position the curvature will, as a rule, be quite
negligible; all radiating lines, and also parallels to these lines if a fair distance from the camera, will be straight in the resulting panorama because, like the circle, they are special phases of our spiral.
Knowledge of the rigid conditions for a straight line will do the operator no harm and even sometimes be helpful to the practical man.
When only a moderate angle is included in included in a panoramic view, it is not beyond realms of feasibility to bring the pictorial into ordinary perspective by spying: the only conditions necessary being to bend the negative into the same curve that it had during exposure; and then project the image by means of a lens at the centre of the curve on to a flat to a line passing through the centre of the curve and the middle of the negative. This is shown in Fit 3, where we may suppose the negative was taken with a lens at 12 inches focus, and is therefore bent into a circular arc of 12 inches radius, and is being copied with a lens of 6 inches focus, which will give us a copy corrected as regards perspective, and of the same size as if the negative had been taken in the ordinary way with a 12-in. wide angle lens. Of count, the corrected copy will be longer than the panoramic view. In regard to the optical system, it is not at all necessary to have an anastigmatic; some old-fashioned thing with a field as round as a football will do better; and perhaps a thin spectacle lens with a small stop right in contact with the glass best of all. Or, of course, the lens could be rotated during exposure; but then we should lose the advantage of roundness of field. Some years ago a lady took a picture of a castle in Scotland with an Al Vista camera, held so that the lens made a vertical sweep. The towers of the castle came out like barrels, but a correct bromide print was made in the way indicated above. A special optical system would have to be devised to cover anything more than a very moderate angle, and, in many cases, true perspective over a very wide angle would prove more objectionable than panoramic projection.
In the Cirkut camera we have great advantages: we can include any angle up to 360 degrees or more; we can focus; and we have usually three different foci to choose between; but, in the matter of range of time of exposure, it is the biggest sinner of all the panoramic cameras. The quickest exposure is literally too slow for a funeral, and the longest possible time you can give is too short for a dull subject on a dull day. In cameras of the Al Vista and Panorama class, we could tackle ordinary hand-camera subjects on a bright day; and for a still subject on a dull day we could fix the camera on a steady stand and increase the exposure to anything we liked by swinging the lens to and fro as many times as necessary. And on some patterns of the Al Vista a brake, in the form of an air vane, was fitted, which not only increased the exposure, but also amused the group while it was being photographed.
In the matter of fitting new lenses to panoramic cameras this, in general, is impractical, except in the case of the Cirkut camera, where a new lens will mean also a new set of pinions and the number of teeth to the pinions will be inversely as the foci of the lenses. There will be several points to attend to in making such a substitution, which are of more practical interest to the camera maker than the photographer.
In view of a recent patent for a camera in which the image is received on the inside of a cone, it may be as well to define panoramic projection as used in the above article as the projection by straight lines from points on the object through the centre of a vertical cylinder on to the cylindrical surface itself; the intersection of these lines with this surface forming the image, which is afterwards viewed when the cylindrical surface is spread out flat to form the panoramic picture.
C. J. STOKES.
The practical outcome of all this is what every user of a panoramic camera knows: avoid such a position that gives a straight line, which in perspective ought to be parallel with the ground line; if we can get to something like 45 deg. from this position the curvature will, as a rule, be quite
negligible; all radiating lines, and also parallels to these lines if a fair distance from the camera, will be straight in the resulting panorama because, like the circle, they are special phases of our spiral.
Knowledge of the rigid conditions for a straight line will do the operator no harm and even sometimes be helpful to the practical man.
When only a moderate angle is included in included in a panoramic view, it is not beyond realms of feasibility to bring the pictorial into ordinary perspective by spying: the only conditions necessary being to bend the negative into the same curve that it had during exposure; and then project the image by means of a lens at the centre of the curve on to a flat to a line passing through the centre of the curve and the middle of the negative. This is shown in Fit 3, where we may suppose the negative was taken with a lens at 12 inches focus, and is therefore bent into a circular arc of 12 inches radius, and is being copied with a lens of 6 inches focus, which will give us a copy corrected as regards perspective, and of the same size as if the negative had been taken in the ordinary way with a 12-in. wide angle lens. Of count, the corrected copy will be longer than the panoramic view. In regard to the optical system, it is not at all necessary to have an anastigmatic; some old-fashioned thing with a field as round as a football will do better; and perhaps a thin spectacle lens with a small stop right in contact with the glass best of all. Or, of course, the lens could be rotated during exposure; but then we should lose the advantage of roundness of field. Some years ago a lady took a picture of a castle in Scotland with an Al Vista camera, held so that the lens made a vertical sweep. The towers of the castle came out like barrels, but a correct bromide print was made in the way indicated above. A special optical system would have to be devised to cover anything more than a very moderate angle, and, in many cases, true perspective over a very wide angle would prove more objectionable than panoramic projection.
In the Cirkut camera we have great advantages: we can include any angle up to 360 degrees or more; we can focus; and we have usually three different foci to choose between; but, in the matter of range of time of exposure, it is the biggest sinner of all the panoramic cameras. The quickest exposure is literally too slow for a funeral, and the longest possible time you can give is too short for a dull subject on a dull day. In cameras of the Al Vista and Panorama class, we could tackle ordinary hand-camera subjects on a bright day; and for a still subject on a dull day we could fix the camera on a steady stand and increase the exposure to anything we liked by swinging the lens to and fro as many times as necessary. And on some patterns of the Al Vista a brake, in the form of an air vane, was fitted, which not only increased the exposure, but also amused the group while it was being photographed.
In the matter of fitting new lenses to panoramic cameras this, in general, is impractical, except in the case of the Cirkut camera, where a new lens will mean also a new set of pinions and the number of teeth to the pinions will be inversely as the foci of the lenses. There will be several points to attend to in making such a substitution, which are of more practical interest to the camera maker than the photographer.
In view of a recent patent for a camera in which the image is received on the inside of a cone, it may be as well to define panoramic projection as used in the above article as the projection by straight lines from points on the object through the centre of a vertical cylinder on to the cylindrical surface itself; the intersection of these lines with this surface forming the image, which is afterwards viewed when the cylindrical surface is spread out flat to form the panoramic picture.
C. J. STOKES.
Early start to get packed and the cottage clean and onto the 11.06 bus back home.
Got off in Heworth and walked the mile home, quite laden with stuff, but better than going all the way into town to the station and then getting a bus or taxi back out to Hull Road.
When home, I lit the stove to get hot water and soon after Gill and the boys came in, our German friends arrived... they're camping in our garden tonight.
I was about to go down to Country Fresh when a gentleman stopped and asked if I'd like to pick up a fallen apple tree from one of his friend's garden. I went with him in his car to visit the garden owner and see the tree, and agreed to process the tree and dispose of the remnants. Will do that later this week.
Then picked up from Country Fresh, was good to see Richard again after such a break.
Popped into Debbie on the way back to give her some fresh veg and catch up with her news.
We cooked for the German children and the grown-ups went out to have a meal out. We'll go out tomorrow night whilst they hold the fort.
I logged onto my emails quite late and had 200+ to go through and deal with, delete and reply to. Bed well-after 2am.
Got off in Heworth and walked the mile home, quite laden with stuff, but better than going all the way into town to the station and then getting a bus or taxi back out to Hull Road.
When home, I lit the stove to get hot water and soon after Gill and the boys came in, our German friends arrived... they're camping in our garden tonight.
I was about to go down to Country Fresh when a gentleman stopped and asked if I'd like to pick up a fallen apple tree from one of his friend's garden. I went with him in his car to visit the garden owner and see the tree, and agreed to process the tree and dispose of the remnants. Will do that later this week.
Then picked up from Country Fresh, was good to see Richard again after such a break.
Popped into Debbie on the way back to give her some fresh veg and catch up with her news.
We cooked for the German children and the grown-ups went out to have a meal out. We'll go out tomorrow night whilst they hold the fort.
I logged onto my emails quite late and had 200+ to go through and deal with, delete and reply to. Bed well-after 2am.
Last full day in Whitby.. so we spent most of it on the beach!!!
Another arty creation again, after extracting as many boulders out of the sand as we could. I made a wall plus various uprights out of wooden bits, with seaweed decorations. Again, lots of admiration from other beach-users. When the tide came in so far that we had to leave the bit of beach we were using, we watched the incoming tide from a vantage-point and laughed at other tourists getting their belongings wet with incoming waves. I had a good chat with a visitor called Hilary.
In the evening I watched all of Gardeners World as I tidied up and got things ready for going home tomorrow.
Game of Scrabble which Gill won, which was good. I'm glad she sometimes beats me.
Another arty creation again, after extracting as many boulders out of the sand as we could. I made a wall plus various uprights out of wooden bits, with seaweed decorations. Again, lots of admiration from other beach-users. When the tide came in so far that we had to leave the bit of beach we were using, we watched the incoming tide from a vantage-point and laughed at other tourists getting their belongings wet with incoming waves. I had a good chat with a visitor called Hilary.
In the evening I watched all of Gardeners World as I tidied up and got things ready for going home tomorrow.
Game of Scrabble which Gill won, which was good. I'm glad she sometimes beats me.
Another day on the beach... this time reused the rocks and boulders which we excavated from the sand where they had been burried by the tide and made a cairn, aided by our German friends who joined us at about 11am. Our creation was well-admired by many passers-by, several took a photo so if we're lucky, I'll get an image or two of it emailed to me. I will attempt to put that in this blog which so far has been just text.
When it started raining we went back to the cottage and when ready, walked up to the Museum and Art Gallery, which was excellent! Spent ages there.
Ate tea with them back at our place and some of us went for a walk to the Abbey (well, up the steps to the church) and then out to the harbour defences.
They cycled away again at 8.30ish, and later Gill and I had another game of Scrabble.
When it started raining we went back to the cottage and when ready, walked up to the Museum and Art Gallery, which was excellent! Spent ages there.
Ate tea with them back at our place and some of us went for a walk to the Abbey (well, up the steps to the church) and then out to the harbour defences.
They cycled away again at 8.30ish, and later Gill and I had another game of Scrabble.
First full day in Whitby.... went down to the beach with the boys and created a sandcastle with them, using big boulders from higher up the beach and some driftwood.... made a good-looking sculptural art-installation!
Soon Gill joined us and soon after that, our German friends Sabine and Rolf and their three children... the middle one was at school with our youngest which is how we know them.
When it started raining after lunch, they came back to our place and stayed til 8.30pm, sharing our evening meal. They then all cycled back to the campsite just outside Whitby.
Soon Gill joined us and soon after that, our German friends Sabine and Rolf and their three children... the middle one was at school with our youngest which is how we know them.
When it started raining after lunch, they came back to our place and stayed til 8.30pm, sharing our evening meal. They then all cycled back to the campsite just outside Whitby.
A fairly early start... getting ready to go to Whitby to join the family for our holiday.
Took a taxi to Stonebow to get the 10.30 bus.. arrived in Whitby at 12.30ish, met by Gill and the boys.
They took me to the lovely cottage which was just off Flowergate, and had a wonderful view of Whitby and the church overlooking the harbour.
Went for a walk around and had a game of Scrabble in the evening with Gill once the boys were in bed.
Took a taxi to Stonebow to get the 10.30 bus.. arrived in Whitby at 12.30ish, met by Gill and the boys.
They took me to the lovely cottage which was just off Flowergate, and had a wonderful view of Whitby and the church overlooking the harbour.
Went for a walk around and had a game of Scrabble in the evening with Gill once the boys were in bed.

The Dingle Peninsula in southwestern Ireland is a stark place where an unforgiving sea meets an unforgiving land. When the English ruled Ireland, they banished the locals to this zone of harsh and magnificent contrasts. Through tenacity and grit they managed to eke out a living by laboriously dragging sand and seaweed up onto the barren hillsides until they could at least farm the nefarious potato.


In April of 2005, I took my father to Ireland and we stayed in Dingle and drove its narrow byways. I don’t know who was more frightened, my father in the passenger seat or I in the drivers. My side of the very narrow road was bordered by the ubiquitous stone walls while on my father’s side there was the ever present trucks that have invaded this narrow world where traditional Ireland still reigns. A lot of screaming went on in our little car as each of us looked out our respective windows at imminent death.


The town of Dingle is a pleasant fishing village, colorful, and friendly. There are pubs, decent restaurants, and lots of salt air to refresh the senses. It was also significantly warmer than Dublin for which I was immensely grateful. You would think someone so intimately familiar with layering as I would have packed better, but I left my down jacket at home. I was more worried about rain and so I dragged along a softshell instead. This was a mistake. I had forgotten how chilly a damp climate can be even when the mercury reads a moderate number.

This reminiscence is the result of watching an episode of Rick Steve’s Europe. I opened up the folder on Ireland and started poking through the photographs. Too much time has passed and too little booking keeping has prevented me from labeling each of these with their precise location. Most were taken along at the far edge of R559 between Glanfahan and Dunquin. Hopefully, they will give you a general sense of the area. The island off shore is the Great Blasket Island. Even harsher than the mainland, the government forcibly removed the residents back in the 50s. You can take a boat out to see the ruins, but we did not do this.

As with most travel, it is impossible to see everything in a short 10-day vacation and I regret not exploring up the coast towards Gallway. My father is not a hiker, either, so I will just have to consider returning to the area so I can stroll over the verdant hills. The rocky trails of Colorado should adequately prepare me for the conditions! If the topography of western Ireland appeals to you, I would consider flying into Shannon and staying on that coast. There is much to see.
Other posts from my trip to Ireland:

It is August 16th and the high today is only 50 degrees so I can’t help but think of Fall and my trip to Ouray two Septembers ago. I flew my parents out and my mother and I rode the Durango and Silverton Railroad one way to Silverton. This is another one of those quintessential Colorado experiences. Fall is a great time to ride the train because there are spots of showy aspens all along the route. Dress warmly though if you go this time of year. While the coaches are enclosed, the gondolas are open air and at times I was wearing three layers, gloves, and a warm hat. A thermos of hot chocolate will make the trip even better. Seats are assigned so you have to choose your car before hand.

The D&SNGRR, which stands for the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, was completed in 1882 and was initially used to haul silver and gold out of the mountains. Narrow gauge rails, which are three feet apart, are easier to lay around tight mountain curves. You will see on the route that there are some tight curves indeed! Interestingly, standard rail gauge is 56.5 inches, which was the width of Roman chariots. Now that is a standard worth keeping. And I thought the English foot (12 inches) was a bad measurement!
We stayed in Durango the night before our trip and it poured like it is today, which is probably why I am reminiscing. Since the train departs at 8:15 AM, this was not a bad choice. We were fortunate to have my father pick us up in Silverton because at 18 mph, the train trip takes 3.5 hours. Going back would have been too tedious for me. There is a motor coach option at certain times of the year, however, and I would recommend that for the variety if nothing else.

It is hard to identify milestones along the route but you can google the animas river since it tracks this pretty well. At times the train is right along side the river bed and at other times it is high above with the Animas rushing through a sculpted gorge below.

The D&SNGRR is a history lesson, a kitschy tourist trap, and a wonderful way to see some stunning Colorado scenery all rolled into one. For train buffs this is an absolute must. Everyone else should do it too. Just get your tickets well in advance. Prime time fills up quickly.

King's crown has two scientific names, Rhodiola integrifolia and Sedum rosea. This benefits a plant that thrives in both moist meadows and dry open areas. This specimen was found near a stream along Mayflower Gulch.You can recognize it by its short, succulent leaves that grow upwards in a tight column. It grows in sub-alpine to alpine environments.

Distance: 6.75 miles RT
Elevation: 10,850-14,265 ft
Elevation Gain: 3,450 ft

Quandary Peak (14,265 ft) viewed from the East Ridge
Technically, Quandary Peak is one of the easier 14ers. There is no large scree dome at the top to navigate and minimal exposure. There are also large rock steps placed frequently along the route so that at times I felt like I was on a Stairmaster instead of a mountain. I have long legs and was able to easily navigate these steps. My two companions were shorter and these step-ups were more difficult. Still, since they have redone the trail and laid gravel down, I would say Quandary Peak is actually harder than Mt. Bierstadt, which is several peaks higher on the difficulty scale. This is all subjective of course. Which is harder, navigating a large boulder-like scree pile or descending for 2 hours on loose gravel? While I was happy for my ankle high boots, there were many hikers wearing running shoes. The slip potential was so high, I am not sure that is the best choice but that again is subjective. I know folk who prefer running shoes saying they are more limber, maneuverable, and more padded.
The elevation gain on Quandary is nothing to laugh at, but given a nice day without pressure from the weather, anyone who has either exercised regularly or who is very determined can achieve the summit. As it was, two flatlanders who had just flow in the night before, zoomed up the trail ahead of us. As I stopped to take pictures, they grew steadily smaller as the distance between us grew. If these folks can hike this “hill”, what is your excuse? Climbing a 14er is the quintessential Colorado experience. Everyone should try it at least once in their life.
The trail for Quandary begins in the trees. It takes you to the right of the ridge, close to the McCullough Gulch side but then winds back towards the Blue Lakes side. At one point the trees open up with a great view of the summit in the distance. On a closer slope you can see a trail cut into the hillside. This is actually the old trail. The new trail goes around the left side of this hill and steeply ascends the far side to the top of the ridge rather than traversing the broad flat top of the ridge itself. I am not sure why they rerouted the trail this way. It may have been concerns over erosion control.

Monte Cristo Gulch and Blue Lakes
The views of Blue Lakes are very dramatic as you near 12,000 ft. Monte Cristo Gulch is bordered to the south by a jagged ridgeline that joins North Star Mountain to the east and Wheeler Mountain to the west. The damn at the end of the Gulch is the starting point for the West Ridge route up Quandary. This route is much more exposed and should only attempted by more experienced climbers. Just last week a renowned chef from Missouri died on Quandary on this route. Earlier in June another climber nearly died after a horrible tumble down the Monte Cristo couloir.
If you can take you eyes off the view and look upwards, you can see the top of the East Ridge above you. This ridge sits at 13,150 ft, so by the time you reach it, pat yourself on the back and be aware that oxygen deprivation is going to increase significantly.
From Hwy 9, you can see this ridge and the summit beyond. From that angle, you can see that there is a large drop and rise between them. I was afraid we were going to have to descend a significant distance before rising again but the ridge continues on the narrow left side without a loss of elevation. From there the summit is one mile and 1,100 ft of elevation gain away. It looks worse than it is. The trail, still filled with gravel, but occasionally dirt, winds its way up and over small piles of scree. Only on the lower, and first pile, did I need to pull myself up occasionally with my hands. This is the zone of walk 30 yards, breathe, breathe, breathe…repeat. This area is not technically difficult but is frustratingly slow. I was not able to find a pace at which I could just keep going without stopping. Elevation does make a difference. At 9,000 ft this sort of grade would not wind me.
I have had friends tell me that they dislike Quandary Peak because of this ridge. Each succeeding pile of scree blocks the upper portions of the ridge and gives the illusion that it will be the last. Alas, you will be able to see the last pile and the summit just off to the left so until you do, don’t be fooled and just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

First large scree pile on the upper 1,000 ft
As I mentioned before, there is no large boulder field at the top of Quandary. You can stroll across its top with ease. The views to the west are by far the most dramatic. You can clearly see Mount of the Holy Cross and Notch Top in the distance. Closer in, just across the West Ridge is the Fletcher Mountain and the backside of Mayflower Gulch. To the north is the cone-shaped Crystal Peak. To the south you can clearly view Mt. Democrat, Lincoln, and Bross, and can even see some of the trails that connect these three. On that massif, there is a sharp decent from Democrat up to Lincoln that looks unappealing. The route from Lincoln to Bross looks much more smooth. That will probably be next summers trip.
The journey down from the summit was an exercise in drudgery. This is not unique to Quandary but I do think the level of focus required to survive the gravel made it worse. I had forgotten how much rock there was on the route until I had to descend through it. When ascending you tend to ignore this sort of detail while consumed with summit fever. I was almost joyous to see dirt again.
The trip through the trees was different on the way down. The sun was high in the sky, and the grasses both on the slope and down the neighboring valleys were verdant green. We had been blessed by excellent weather, and could have slept in a little if we had wanted to. Unfortunately, you just can’t trust Colorado’s weather so it is better to start early regardless of the forecast. As it was, by the time we were down in Breckenridge feeding on a well-deserved burger, large storm clouds had begun to form over the summit.
I would not recommend Quandary as your first 14er, but if you plan to do a few, it should be on your list. It has a more mountaineering feel to it than Bierstadt, Grays, or Torreys without being technical. It will give you a fantastic sense of accomplishment and a great calf workout. It is still a mountain, and every mountain has its dangers however. We saw people in cut off tops with no sunscreen. We saw babies in backpacks with no sunscreen or glasses. Take Quandary seriously folks. Safety, fitness, and standard preventive measures are essential on Quandary and on any Colorado trail. There is no Starbucks up here nor is there a five minute paramedic response. As always, treat the Wilderness with the respect it deserves.
Note: Jan 2008, I have a nice broad view of Quandary Peak on my Baker's Tank Snowshoe
Elevation: 10,850-14,265 ft
Elevation Gain: 3,450 ft

Technically, Quandary Peak is one of the easier 14ers. There is no large scree dome at the top to navigate and minimal exposure. There are also large rock steps placed frequently along the route so that at times I felt like I was on a Stairmaster instead of a mountain. I have long legs and was able to easily navigate these steps. My two companions were shorter and these step-ups were more difficult. Still, since they have redone the trail and laid gravel down, I would say Quandary Peak is actually harder than Mt. Bierstadt, which is several peaks higher on the difficulty scale. This is all subjective of course. Which is harder, navigating a large boulder-like scree pile or descending for 2 hours on loose gravel? While I was happy for my ankle high boots, there were many hikers wearing running shoes. The slip potential was so high, I am not sure that is the best choice but that again is subjective. I know folk who prefer running shoes saying they are more limber, maneuverable, and more padded.
The elevation gain on Quandary is nothing to laugh at, but given a nice day without pressure from the weather, anyone who has either exercised regularly or who is very determined can achieve the summit. As it was, two flatlanders who had just flow in the night before, zoomed up the trail ahead of us. As I stopped to take pictures, they grew steadily smaller as the distance between us grew. If these folks can hike this “hill”, what is your excuse? Climbing a 14er is the quintessential Colorado experience. Everyone should try it at least once in their life.
The trail for Quandary begins in the trees. It takes you to the right of the ridge, close to the McCullough Gulch side but then winds back towards the Blue Lakes side. At one point the trees open up with a great view of the summit in the distance. On a closer slope you can see a trail cut into the hillside. This is actually the old trail. The new trail goes around the left side of this hill and steeply ascends the far side to the top of the ridge rather than traversing the broad flat top of the ridge itself. I am not sure why they rerouted the trail this way. It may have been concerns over erosion control.

The views of Blue Lakes are very dramatic as you near 12,000 ft. Monte Cristo Gulch is bordered to the south by a jagged ridgeline that joins North Star Mountain to the east and Wheeler Mountain to the west. The damn at the end of the Gulch is the starting point for the West Ridge route up Quandary. This route is much more exposed and should only attempted by more experienced climbers. Just last week a renowned chef from Missouri died on Quandary on this route. Earlier in June another climber nearly died after a horrible tumble down the Monte Cristo couloir.
If you can take you eyes off the view and look upwards, you can see the top of the East Ridge above you. This ridge sits at 13,150 ft, so by the time you reach it, pat yourself on the back and be aware that oxygen deprivation is going to increase significantly.
From Hwy 9, you can see this ridge and the summit beyond. From that angle, you can see that there is a large drop and rise between them. I was afraid we were going to have to descend a significant distance before rising again but the ridge continues on the narrow left side without a loss of elevation. From there the summit is one mile and 1,100 ft of elevation gain away. It looks worse than it is. The trail, still filled with gravel, but occasionally dirt, winds its way up and over small piles of scree. Only on the lower, and first pile, did I need to pull myself up occasionally with my hands. This is the zone of walk 30 yards, breathe, breathe, breathe…repeat. This area is not technically difficult but is frustratingly slow. I was not able to find a pace at which I could just keep going without stopping. Elevation does make a difference. At 9,000 ft this sort of grade would not wind me.
I have had friends tell me that they dislike Quandary Peak because of this ridge. Each succeeding pile of scree blocks the upper portions of the ridge and gives the illusion that it will be the last. Alas, you will be able to see the last pile and the summit just off to the left so until you do, don’t be fooled and just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

As I mentioned before, there is no large boulder field at the top of Quandary. You can stroll across its top with ease. The views to the west are by far the most dramatic. You can clearly see Mount of the Holy Cross and Notch Top in the distance. Closer in, just across the West Ridge is the Fletcher Mountain and the backside of Mayflower Gulch. To the north is the cone-shaped Crystal Peak. To the south you can clearly view Mt. Democrat, Lincoln, and Bross, and can even see some of the trails that connect these three. On that massif, there is a sharp decent from Democrat up to Lincoln that looks unappealing. The route from Lincoln to Bross looks much more smooth. That will probably be next summers trip.
The journey down from the summit was an exercise in drudgery. This is not unique to Quandary but I do think the level of focus required to survive the gravel made it worse. I had forgotten how much rock there was on the route until I had to descend through it. When ascending you tend to ignore this sort of detail while consumed with summit fever. I was almost joyous to see dirt again.
The trip through the trees was different on the way down. The sun was high in the sky, and the grasses both on the slope and down the neighboring valleys were verdant green. We had been blessed by excellent weather, and could have slept in a little if we had wanted to. Unfortunately, you just can’t trust Colorado’s weather so it is better to start early regardless of the forecast. As it was, by the time we were down in Breckenridge feeding on a well-deserved burger, large storm clouds had begun to form over the summit.
I would not recommend Quandary as your first 14er, but if you plan to do a few, it should be on your list. It has a more mountaineering feel to it than Bierstadt, Grays, or Torreys without being technical. It will give you a fantastic sense of accomplishment and a great calf workout. It is still a mountain, and every mountain has its dangers however. We saw people in cut off tops with no sunscreen. We saw babies in backpacks with no sunscreen or glasses. Take Quandary seriously folks. Safety, fitness, and standard preventive measures are essential on Quandary and on any Colorado trail. There is no Starbucks up here nor is there a five minute paramedic response. As always, treat the Wilderness with the respect it deserves.
Note: Jan 2008, I have a nice broad view of Quandary Peak on my Baker's Tank Snowshoe