Eric's Online Diary
This is the online diary of Eric Rayner, updated quite often.
Thursday, 18 July 2024
High-tech ice-cream
Monday, 15 July 2024
Playing with Alice
Sunday, 14 July 2024
Feeding Red Kites in the garden
Red Kite in the conifer |
Margaret has been feeding red kites from the garden.
We’ve seen red kites become more and more common in the past
few years and they seem to have usurped buzzards as the top carrion bird in the
area.
They’re lovely to see – huge birds with forked tails, riding
thermals around the village or patrolling low over houses in the hope of
spotting something tasty. I’ve never seen them land anywhere near houses, although
one has been sitting in a large conifer at the corner of Arkady’s property (the
windmill). It’s been there several times and will sit for hours, probably
digesting its latest meal.
On Sunday, June 29, Sam and Lucy staged a birthday party for
Julia and she brought back some cake (a rather large slab). I did my best to
eat it, but after a week, Margaret put it on the lawn for the birds.
She was staggered to see a kite swoop down and grab the cake
and fly off. I honestly thought our garden would be too small for a bird of
this size to dive in, grab and have enough room to fly up and away. They look
so big close too and with their wings fully outstretched, it seems they could
touch either side of the lawn. I certainly underestimated their flying
abilities!
Since the cake grab, Margaret has put more food on the lawn
and they’ve been back and taken it. She now buys them chicken wings and we’ve
heard them crying (possibly saying “feed me”).
So, we’ve heard a call, and a kite is sitting in the conifer
at the side of Maggie’s garden. Margaret has left a chicken wing and by the
time she’s back in the house, it has swooped down and taken it.
Sometimes she goes out in the garden and hears them call.
She does an imitation of their cry in response and goes to get a chicken wing.
It does sound a bit bonkers, but it does work, and they’ve been fed almost
every day for the past three weeks.
I have tried to video them, but they don’t play ball. However, I did manage to take this through the lounge window.
Tuesday, 14 May 2024
Auntie Pam died
Saturday, 30 March 2024
Spending time with grandchildren
We have been spending lots of time with our grandchildren this week. It can be very hard work, but is joyful.
Every Monday, we look after Alice in Sileby. She goes to
nursery on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays and her other grandparents
(Mikhael and Maryna) look after her on Fridays. We have developed a regular
routine. We go to Thurmaston Shopping Centre around 10am and we go into
Poundland, Marks & Spencer Foodhall and then Dunelm for lunch. Sometimes,
we ring the changes with an additional visit to Next, Boots or Hobbycraft. In
the afternoon, sometimes we go to Dobies garden centre and have an hour in the
soft play area, see if we can find a robin and kill another couple of hours. It
used to be handy when I had the Nissan Leaf because often it would need a
charge to get me home, but the new Ariya has a much better range and so it’s
not vital that we go.
Alice in Dunelm cafe |
This week, the morning game involved finding “the lizard”
which I think was the fire spirit from Frozen II. It was loose in her bedroom
and we had to find it. She doesn’t have a lizard, so I improvised with a little
fluffy sun that we bought at the Space Museum and that worked quite well for a
while. He started imaginary fires and she (playing the part of Elsa) put them
out with magic icy blasts. I had to build her an ice palace by the bedroom door
from cushions and seat pads. A few weeks ago, we were joined by “scary cat”.
I’m not sure what role he was supposed to be playing (he was invisible to
everyone except Alice’s imagination) and I was running out of things for him to
do, so I said: “Oh no! Scary cat has done a poo on the carpet.” This was a huge
success, he did about 10 poos and Alice and I took turns cleaning up the
imaginary poo with imaginary spray and cloths. Since then, poos have become a
regular feature in games.
“Oh no!” she cries. “Fire lizard has done a poo.” We have to
change fire lizard’s pants and clean its bottom. Alice is well into her potty
training now, but accidents aren’t unknown, so I consider this good role play.
“Fire lizard must tell Grandy if it needs another poo …”
I find these games quite tiring mentally. It’s a bit like
being a children’s entertainer without a script. One wrong move and you’ve lost
your audience.
We did the usual Thurmaston run this morning and Alice was
very happy with some new Nike trainers that Margaret had been given by a
neighbour, Trish Winwright. In the afternoon, I’d hoped that we could watch
Frozen II, but Alice wasn’t in the mood for television, she wanted to play. She
had changed into her “Elsa dress” (a frilly party dress that Uncle Tom had
bought for her birthday) and was back in Elsa mode.
She likes to play in her bedroom. Margaret carried her
upstairs and then left us to it. I thought we’d pick up with Fire Lizard but, she
decided the little sun toy wasn’t Fire Lizard, it was her toy pigeon. Soon,
pigeon had done a poo and needed its bum cleaning, then I had to fashion a
nappy for it from a tissue. This game wasn’t going well, but then pigeon found “some
treasure”. The treasure was a plastic medallion from a race (possibly one of
Max’s) but I thought “bingo!” … let’s see if we can find any more treasure. The
bedroom was scoured for anything remotely resembling treasure. Pigeon was
sidelined (still wearing its tissue nappy) and we found about five more pieces
of treasure. Oh, oh! Game over?
“It must be pirate treasure,” I said. “They’ve left it here.”
There was immediate excitement and tension. “I hope they don’t come back.”
Alice’s imagination has put her on a desert island with
treasure and the threat of pirates.
“What will they do?”
“They’ll make us walk the plank. Oh no, I can hear the
pirates coming.“
Alice hid at the side of her wardrobe and I kneeled down
with my head under a cushion. “Be very quiet or they will hear us.” I mimed a
sneeze and then supressed it and the pirates had gone. Phew! Alice had looked
quite frightened when the pirates came into the room and I didn’t want to be
the one to give her pirate nightmares, so I thought we should change the game, but then
Alice heard the pirates coming back again. We had to hide (same place, same
routine but without the sneeze – that was too scary). This time, when the
pirates had gone, I decided enough was enough and we’d go downstairs and show
the treasure to Nana.
There was a bit of dancing with Nana and a quick play with
something called Bouncy Butter (a pit like uncontrollable PlayDoh that bounces)
and then Max was down from the office and it was 4.30pm, time to go.
That’s a typical Monday. We leave at 7am and get back at 6pm
and it’s pretty full on during the day. I guess we will keep the routine going
until Alice starts school in about 18 months’ time. Heaven knows what games we
will be playing then. She does have an amazing imagination. I don’t remember
playing such detailed games with any of the others. Arthur would do similar
things but, in his games, he was in charge and you had to do exactly what you
were told, there was no input allowed. Maybe Alice will be a writer or some
kind of storyteller when she’s older?
Saoirse in class |
After 20 minutes or so, we were ushered out of the back of
the building where we could see the children’s playground and then through to
their dining hall. The playground has grass, lots of play equipment and little
shelters – it’s wonderful.
The dining room had tables set out with names reserving them
for the right number of grandparents. We got a table at the front where there
was going to be a performance. The children came in wearing animal masks
(Saoirse was an elephant) and then did some poems in turns and finished with a
song. They are well drilled for five-year-olds and very well behaved. After the
performance, Saoirse came to sit with us and we were served tea, coffee and
cakes by staff.
It was a very nice afternoon, we enjoyed seeing her school
and Saoirse was so proud and excited. We walked her back to Barton Road,
skipping a good section of the way and met Lucy there who was picking Arthur up
from his school. King’s seems to have buildings all over the city and Arthur is
now in the middle school, so a different site. It’s a well-trodden path for
Saoirse who finishes a little earlier than Arthur and sometimes takes her
scooter. Athur came out very happy and a gang of children had 10 minutes play
on the grass before parents gradually took them off home. We were lucky to have
a beautiful spring day to enjoy Ely and two of the grandchildren. Arthur and
Saoirse have a really nice environment.
I went to bed when we arrived home. I was exhausted. We’ve
both had rotten colds (possibly courtesy of Saoirse) and I’d run out of energy.
The arrangement for Wednesday is that Tom picks up Julia,
Aureliano and Florencia from school at Sandon at 3-3.15pm, brings them back to
Thorney and then looks after the three of them on Thursday and then taken them
back to Baldock for around 6pm on Thursday evening.
Julia working on her wordpuzzle |
Julia arrived just before lunch and she seemed quite perky
(they’ve all been a bit poorly in the past week), so she had some lunch and
then spent the afternoon with Margaret. I said I’d drive to Sandon to pick up
the other two and Tom wanted to come as well because he hasn’t seen the school
(I’d done a pick-up the previous week).
It’s around 60 miles and a hour and 20 minutes to Sandon, a
tiny hamlet on the edge of the tail of the Chiltern Hills where they taper down
into Hertfordshire. The school has only 45 pupils and they are in mixed-age
classes. Julia seems to like it and the school seems quite friendly. Aure is
positive too and Encha a little less forthcoming.
When we got home, I made sausage and mash for tea, which is
a favourite. Florencia hadn’t eaten her lunch at lunchtime, but ate almost all
of it in the car on the way home and so was not hungry. Thankfully, everyone
else was. In the morning, I made pancakes for breakfast. They went down OK,
although Julia just wanted Hoops (a breakfast cereal). The children love Tom’s
Nintendo Switch and like to play either Mario Kart or Minecraft. There’s only
one machine and so they are rationed to an hour each. In the morning, Julia and
I went to the park to fly a kite. It was a windy day, so the kite worked well
and Julia enjoyed flying it. She was terrified she would let go or the string
would snap and we’d lose the kite. She also had a go on the play equipment and
we spent over an hour and a half in there.
Margaret had taken Florencia to Mo’s in the buggy and when
we go back she’d made lunch with Aureliano’s help. Margaret and Julia had been
playing word games the previous afternoon and Julia wanted to make a wordsearch
puzzle. I’d done a grid on Excel and she worked so hard on the puzzle. Her
letters were really neat and she’d colour-coded them in diagonal lines. It was
really clever, just a shame the hidden words included poo, fart and bum! They
went back Thursday after their tea and I guess this will be the regular weekly
routine during term-time.
This weekend is Easter and tomorrow is Easter Sunday. All
the children and grandchildren are coming, so it will be the first time we’ve
been together in over a year.
Friday, 23 February 2024
I'm 70 and climbing the north ridge of Tryfan
The north ridge of Tryfan |
I am 70. I reached my 70th birthday on July 18, 2023, so I am a little late with this blog. Being 70 is weird. I have started to have a few mobility issues, mainly being less flexible (nothing serious) but I don’t feel any different in my head than I did 50 years ago. Then I look in the mirror and see the grey hair and flabby neck skin …
Being 70 in 2023 is quite different to what it was when my
grandparents reached that age. I don’t remember any celebration for grandad or
grandma when they were 70, but I do remember my Sunday School teach Miss
Pickering hitting 70. She was a very small woman, quite bent, used a walking
stick with a big rubber bung on the end and she always wore black (ever since
her fiancé had been killed in the First World War).
She came to Sunday School and told us there was some
important news. She had reached the age of 70, the age decreed in the Bible
that was the lifespan of man. I think she saw it as an endorsement from God
that she’d done her bit. Miss Pickering wasn’t a lot of fun (we didn’t have birthday
cakes), she was serious, pious, wrinkly and I’d always thought she looked
ancient. I guess she was a good person in a Victorian sort of way.
Things are a little different these days. Miss Pickering would have the appearance of a 90-something. I was looking for something to mark my 70th and I’d been chatting with Max about a year before, who thought we could do a section of the Cuillin Ridge on Skye and climb the Inaccessible Pinnacle (the famous In Pin). Max said it was a fairly easy climb with a bit of exposure, but he’d get me up there and I said yes.
Taking a breather. Windy but no rain - yet! |
By the time my birthday appeared on the horizon, we’d done
nothing about it and Max now has a busy job making sure Dunelm meets its
environmental obligations. We agreed the Cuillin Ridge was a bridge too far and
he suggested instead that we climb Tryfan, a mountain in Snowdonia which has a famous
grade 1 scramble up its north ridge. Max and I had set off to do it some years
back, but I’d chickened out of the last section, unsure of the way and
uncomfortable with my vertigo.
It was unfinished business – often best left unfinished when
it comes to mountains!
Anyway, I agreed, so we set off the night before to stay at Tyn-y-Coed
just beyond Betws-y-Coed on the A5. Max’s friend Will Garton had asked to come
along and I was happy with that. Will, Max and I had done a weekend in the Lake
District some years back and had climbed Sharp Edge on Blencathra.
We had a meal in the hotel (Will had set up his camper van
in the car park) and the weather forecast hadn’t looked too good for the next
day – rain and win. We discussed a less-testing and lower alternative and
agreed to wait until morning.
After breakfast, it looked quite good, so we went with plan
A and drove to the layby on the A5 at the foot of Tryfan. This is one of those
mountains where there’s no long walk in – you park up and start climbing the
north ridge. I’m not as fit as I was, but with a few rest stops on the way up,
I thought I was doing all right.
The wind and rain did arrive and I found my waterproof pants flapping in the breeze a bit (I’ll have to get a new pair) but we kept going to the place where I’d turned back last time. Today, the weather was much worse, but there was no question of going down. The north ridge is a steep climb from the start, but near the top it’s a proper climb/scramble and definitely don’t look down if you lack a head for heights.
Will, Max and I at the summit |
Max and Will had done it before (several times) so knew
where they were going and guided me pretty well. If I’d been on my own, or not
known the route, I would have bailed. At the summit, there are two vertical
rocks, nicknamed Adam and Eve, and the challenge is to stand on one and jump to
the other. With wind and rain sheeting across, there was no way we were going
to attempt such heroics. We took a few photos, a windy video and headed down.
Our route was to follow the south ridge for a spell and then “escaping” off the
east face and circling back north to pick up a track back to the road. I found
the descent much, much harder. Rocks were slippery, my left knee wouldn’t take
any weight and my right was wobbly. It took a lot longer than I’d anticipated
and I can’t say I enjoyed that section. It seemed to take ages before the
gradient eased and the rocks became fewer. I have to say that the last half
mile back to the car seemed like walking on air!
I did feel pretty chuffed with myself and pleased to have
shared the experience with Max and Will. They would have been up and down in a
third of the time, but they proved expert wayfinders and patient companions.
They wondered if this would be my last mountain. It might be and, if it was,
then I’d be pretty happy to go out on a high; although I might have another one
in me before the end!
Trace of our route up and down. |
Sunday, 21 January 2024
I didn't die!
I realised that the last entry I wrote in my diary was about two years ago (January 2022) and was entitled “I have Covid”. I’d just like to put on the record that I did not die – it does sound a little like a “last words” post.
“My country, how I leave my country.” William Pitt the
Younger
“Kiss me Hardy.” Lord Nelson
“Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here.”
Nostrodamus
As last words go, “I have Covid” might be quite apt, but it
was not as bad as that. I had a funny feeling in my nose, some anxiety and a
fluctuating temperature, but was soon OK. I think the later you caught the
disease, the better it was; the virus became less harmful and we’d all had a
couple of vaccinations.
I may have had Covid a second time, but no-one seems to bother
to take a test any more (including me) and isolation and face masks are things
of the past for the British (if not for other countries). There’s still lots of
Covid about all across the world and here, in the UK, I know a lot of people
who have had it over Christmas, including our friends Pauline and Chris, their
children and grandchildren!
For the government, Covid was a disaster. They were inept,
incompetent and dishonest. The shambles of multiple too-late lockdowns, a lack
of scientific understanding and rank hypocrisy in sticking to their own rules
has hit their popularity and cost Prime Minister Boris Johnson his job and his
career as a politician.
He was hosting parties at Downing Street in contravention to
the rules, but the fact he denied it and lied to Parliament ultimately cost him
his career. There’s currently a Covid Inquiry being staged to try to find out
what went wrong and what lessons could be learned. It’s not very helpful –
everyone is blaming everyone else. Hat wen wrong? Everything. What lessons will
be learned? None!