Reactions to the weather. Some environmental stuff. A bit of linguistic nostalgia.

Out and about this morning, I stopped twice within a short distance on the path through the woods to talk to dog-walking acquaintances. One of them told me that she felt she was overdressed for the weather. She wore a long sleeved top and a light raincoat (because we’re back to you-never-know-if-it-might-rain weather) and was feeling too warm. The second told me she was feeling quite chilly and thought that autumn was already on its way …  much too early! Curious! 

As regards autumn coming too early, well, she may be right. I’ve heard reports of farmers completing harvest ahead of time because of the hot weather we have experienced. Blackberries and rowans are ripening ahead of time, as I have already mentioned before. Here is a link to an article about extreme heat in central and easter Europe. Slovakia has had a record 42° and in Poland they have had to temporarily close down power plants, fossil-fuelled this time, not nuclear, because the rivers are too low to provide sufficient water for cooling the plants. At the same time on Wednesday, the Polish prime minister had urged employers to look after their staff and provide air conditioning and cold water. We need to find another solution to the overheating problem, something other than air conditioning, which uses power and contributes to the global warming crisis! It’s a vicious circle! As a spokesperson for a Polish environmental organisation says in the article “the faster we develop wind and solar power – technologies that require the least water to generate electricity – the better we can protect both energy security and our rivers”.

 

Here’s an interesting linguistic point: we now have a condition known as fire weather – the hot, dry and windy conditions that make it harder to battle blazes when they break out.

Compared with France and Spain it seems that we have come off relatively lightly as regards wildfires. I don’t suppose the firemen who have spent weeks getting local fires under control would agree with me though. However, it can’t be denied that France and Spain have suffered particularly badly. My weather app tells me that air pollution today is low where we live. Certainly because of wind direction we didn’t have the smoke from the wildfires coming our way. But according to this article the quality of air in Britain is going to beaffected by the pollution from those fires in France and Spain. They may seem a long way away but the pollution travels. It’s part of the interconnectedness of everything!

That’s enough environmental stuff for today. Here’s something different.

My friend Colin has a regualr feature in his blog: expressions in English or Spanish which he finds interesting. One of yesterday’s was ‘Asomarse - to look out, peer out’. I was reminded of notices I used to see on trains as I travelled across France and Spain as a student. This was advice about not leaning out of the train window, very prosaic in most languages:

Do not lean out of the window.

Ne pas se pencher au dehors.

Nicht hinauslehnen.

No asomarse.

But quite poetic and musical in Italian, pointing out the danger:

È pericoloso sporgersi.

It was even incorporated into a song, performed here by Serge Reggiani.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Nodding acquaintances. The moon. Rubbish. Smart glasses. The state of the world we live in!

Returning from my morning run round the village this morning, I met one of my regular nodding acquaintances. She’s not a dog walker, just a walker who covers miles every day, rather older than I am, considerably older than some of the dog-walkers we meet. We have never properly introduced ourselves but we often stop and chat. This morning we commented on the cooler weather (we’re British after all and weather is a regular topic for the British!) and the fact that the puddles, which seemed to take weeks of dry weather to dry up, have returned with a vengeance almost overnight after the rain.

As we talked about climate change and fires and such like, she commented on the SpaceX rocket that has crashed into the moon, wondering what effect such events have on tides. NASA assures us that the collision, a 4,000kg piece of a Falcon 9 rocket, poses no i mediate danger to the earth.”No immediate danger!!” However, experts cautioned that it was a reminder of the very real threats that space junk poses to humanity – both on Earth and in space. There is enough junk floating about up there without billionaires discarding their expensive toys in space. 

Surely they could find a more humanitarian use for their excess wealth! Or am I too idealistic!

On the subject of rubbish, here is something from the Consumer Champios feature in the Guardian: 

“I was outside London Waterloo railway station and was looking for a bin to dispose of an empty coffee cup.

The only bin I could see was completely full, but there was a plastic bag containing rubbish at the base.

I put my cup in that bag and was stopped by an enforcement officer, who had been standing at a distance watching the bin. He told me I had violated the law and refused my offer to remove my cup. He asked for my details, including my passport.

After printing out a penalty notice, he remained in the same spot watching the overflowing bin. It seemed like a set-up.

I discovered I had been fined £500, payable within 28 days and reduced to £325 if paid within 14 days. There is no right of appeal, and failure to pay could result in prosecution and a £2,500 penalty. Can you advise me?”

Consumer Champions discovered that councils have a legal right to fine people for littering. There is no standardised system though. The size of the fine varies enormously from one place ro another. The only way to appeal against such a fine is to take the council to court! 

Amazing! 

Maybe a solution could be to provide more litter bins and more regular emptying of litter bins! 

I read that the latest must-have item, replacing your smart phone, is smart glasses with built-in cameras let you take snapshots, make videos and get AI-powered information like translations without taking out your phone. 

The glasses resemble normal eyewear and Meta says it hopes that the design allows users to stay “in the moment” without constantly looking down at a smartphone.

Indeed, Meta has tried hard to make wearing the glasses a mainstream choice, handing out free pairs to popular media influencers and sales of the devices have tripled in the last year, with more than 7m sold worldwide.

However, some pubs and restaurants have more or less banned them, and theatres and concert venues have been asking wearers of smart glasses to remove them. They're easily abused by pick-up artists and outright stalkers who have started using them to secretly take photos and videos of women without their consent.

A Meta spokesperson said in their defence: “People use our glasses because they’re genuinely helpful – from listening to music, to live translation or hands-free calls. For those wearing them and the people around them, trust matters. That’s why we built privacy into our AI glasses from the ground up. For example, every pair has a capture LED that blinks when you take a photo or video that you can save or share, it can’t be turned off, and if someone covers or damages the LED, the camera is disabled.”

Hmm! Another example of the complicated state of modern life.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Rain. Cooler weather. Railway stations in Manchester. And trams then and now.

 Yesterday it rained … rather heavily.

It probably didn’t rain for long enough to replenish any reservoirs but more than enough for my daughter, three of her offspring and a cousin to be soaked to the skin sitting outside a cafe for lunch. They only sat outside because there was no room inside and Granddaughter Number Two reportedly complained at first that it was too hot sitting in the sunshine.  But then the rain came and everyone needed a complete change of clothes when they arrived home.

This morning it was decidedly cooler but not sufficiently so to merit the remark I overheard one lady make in the market: “There’s a nip in the air!” We’ve not quite reached that point yet. However, I did wear my raincoat for the first time in weeks and weeks. And I was right to do so as it protected me from a coolish wind and, besides, it did start to rain, albeit briefly, as I was on my way home from the market.

It’s quite amazing how we have adjusted to having a “proper” summer: my daughter and co out and about without raincoats yesterday and the surprising number of people out and about this morning with bare arms and shoulders, now complaining about feeling cold!

Here is an old photo of Manchester Central Station in its heyday, in the 1950s I think or maybe even earlier. It’s a long time since it was a station - 1969 I think. Nowadays it’s an exhibition and conference centre, known for some time as G-Mex but now called Manchester Central. In 1963, the building was Grade II listed for its special architectural or historic interest, which probably explains how it survived and was not demolished.

In the foreground of the photo tramlines are visible. Apparently horse-drawn trams operated in Manchester from the 1860s.

The system was electrified as early as 1901. 

The network was far more extensive than the modern-day Metrolink. 

By 1949 the system was worn out and would have cost too much to replace. It had already been decided to scrap the trams in 1937, but the war intervened. Consequently, disused routes provide thousands of tons of steel for the war effort.

Construction for Metrolink began in 1992. The old tramlines were long gone and the first line to open ran on existing heavy rail lines. That is from Bury to Victoria station and from Deansgate to Altringham in the South. Furthermore, a street-level line was constructed to link Victoria station with Picadilli and Deansgate/ Castlefield. There you go,

And here’s something about Manchester Piccadilly railway station. I can vouch for the fact that the platforms mentioned are as far as they possibly can be from the station forecourt. So it goes.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Bumper berry crops. Water shortages.

Our son has been sending us photos of the blackberries he has collected from the bottom of his garden. 

I read that there has been a bumper early crop of blackberries in the South, where he lives. Here the berries are mostly still small and green with just a few ripening nicely, not enough yet to go berry-picking. We do, however, have an early crop of rowan berries - not edible for us though. 

Thunderstorms are forecast here for today. I saw a headline that some parts of England could have flash floods if heavy rain comes on ground too dry to absorb it quickly. It did rain briefly overnight but not enough to be of any significance. Here it was already 20° at 9.00 this morning. We’ll see what the rest of the day brings.

Meanwhile, I read that Hungary has had to shut down it’s nuclear power  station because the water levels in the Danube are too low for the cooling systems to operate.  And Romania has been using explosives to create a channel to divert water, also from the Danube, to facilitate cooling of their nuclear reactor. And all over the place concerns are being expressed at the amount of water needed to keep AI data centres properly cooled. Water is a problem all round.

And here’s a link to an article about places where they are being told to build more houses but where there the water supply’s insufficient to provide water to all the proposed new homes. 

The latest heatwave is supposed to end in the next few days. We’ll see whether that comes to pass or if we just get hotter and hotter. 

The world is in a mess. And that’s without wars and bombings! 

And my neighbour and I keep on finding household things and clothing to wash - using more water! - delighting in being able to hang washing to dry in the garden and quietly dreading the day when we have to revert to drying the washing indoors!

Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Libraries. Answering or not answering the door. Reform UK’s migrant policies.

 I have been receiving reminder emails from the library, reminding me that I have an overdue book to return. On a number of occasions in the last week or so I have been out and about with the smaller grandchildren, occasions when I could have popped into one or other of the branches of our library to return the aforementioned book. The small grandchildren would not have objected as they enjoy a visit to the library. However, I only remembered after the event. It’s a good job they no longer fine us for overdue books!

Libraries these days are on the whole child-friendly, still calm and quiet places but not quite the austere establishments of my childhood, with strict librarians who told you off  if you tried to return a book too soon, in a length of time during which they felt you could not possibly  have read that book. This happened to me during summer holidays in my childhood.

Now both the small grandchildren regularly take part in the library’s summer reading challenge, an excellent scheme for encouraging children to read more. Here’s a Tom Gauld cartoon on how to be a top reader:

According to something I read this morning, your response to the doorbell ringing varies according to your age. Who knew that there was such a form of age discrimination. Millennials and Gen Z would not dream of answering the door without knowing who it was. If fact, most Gen Z would not bother ringing the doorbell at all but would simply text to say they were outside the door. Boomers like us apparently leap to answer the door - as far as they are still able to actually leap up. (Some members of our family text to tell us they are outside if we don’t manage to leap up fast enough.) Gen X, according to Polly Hudson, who wrote the article, are caught in the middle: one instinct says to open the door while another urges the caution of Gen Z. We have a notice on our door discouraging cold callers, canvassers, religious nutters and the like. However, we want another notice to tell deliverymen PLEASE to ring the doorbell, rather than tap-tapping quietly with their knuckles.

As the problem of migrants in boats continues in various places, including the English Channel, it seems the Reform Uk (who like to inform us of what they will do when they are in power, which hopefully is a pipe dream) proposes that the navy should be deployed to stop the boats. A former naval officer has criticised this idea, stating that the UK’s warships would be better used countering actual military threats. “A billion-pound warship that’s configured for anti-air warfare or anti-submarine warfare, which are both threats to the UK, is not best used ferrying people around. You’re better off using an actual ferry,” said the retired Royal Naval Cmdr Tom Sharpe. Meanwhile Reform Uk’s political opponents suggest that all this policy declaration stuff is a distraction tactic, to divert attention away from Nigel Farage’s misdemeanours! Hmm!

Life foes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!

Still no rain to speak of. Still chaos in Gaza. And something on women’s rights.

 It’s August. So it’s time for another photo of my favourite tree, a beautifully shaped horse-chestnut on my running route.

We’re still without significant rainfall, just the occasional overnight shower. I gave in and watered the plant-pots yesterday evening as the forget-me-not plants were looking decidedly droopy. 

They’re still working on totally extinguishing the moorland fires around here. Someone posted before and after pictures of our major beauty spot, Dovestone reservoir, named for a rock formation that someone decided looked like a dove, or at least a bird. Here’s what it usually looks like:

And here’s its present state after so much burning.

Flora and fauna have been destroyed but at least no people have lost their homes.

Here’s something from Norman Finkelstein, commenting on much worse events in Gaza:

“A few days ago, the Zionist enemy allowed a truckload of medicine for kidney patients in Gaza to enter, specifically the "Dialysate" solution used in dialysis centers and peritoneal dialysis machines to purify the blood of toxins.

At that time, all international media outlets documented the extent of this entity's humanity, and the news spread throughout the world: "Humanitarian Israel supports the people of Gaza with medicine, especially kidney patients."

Two days after the entry of this equipment, the enemy directly targeted the warehouse where the supplies were stored. It completely disappeared; the enemy didn't leave a single liter of the solution.

They are lying to you, my dear reader and listener. The important question now is: Did this warehouse deserve a missile of that size? It created a crater with a diameter of more than 50 meters and a depth of 5 meters. Did it deserve that?

May God be with you, kidney patients.”

There is still a lot of trickery and cruelty going on.

Here’s a link to an article about the drinking culture in the Houses of Parliament. Hannah Spencer, the Green party MP elected at the Gorton and Denton byelection in February, has expressed her amazement, shock, disapproval at discovering that so much alcohol was consumed in her new place of work. Now, I wonder why such a culture exists. Might it be a throwback to a time when the only people (the only men) who could afford to be parliamentarians tended to come from moneyed families and a situation where it was perfectly acceptable and normal to have a drink as you signed a deal, all very civilised! I can’t think of any other work situation where it’s normal to take and alcohol break. In my student days I had friends who worked in biscuit factories and sweet factories.  They could buy bags of misshapen chocolates and biscuits but were not permitted to eat them during the working day - health and safety rules for the working people!

I came across an item looking back to the late 1950s, when we all felt very modern and emancipated. In Ireland, in the late 1960s, a young mother named May McGee had four children in less than two years — two sons, then twin daughters. That alone is enough to attract attention.  Her doctor warned that having more babies would put  her life in danger and prescribed contraceptives, illegal in Ireland at the time, under a law dating back to 1935. When she and her husband tried to buy some from abroad, the contraceptives were seized by customs officials and a court case ensued. 

When asked in court how he felt about his wife using contraception, her husband didn't hesitate: "I'd prefer to see her using contraceptives than be placing flowers on her grave.". The judge agreed and eventually in 1979 the law was changed and contraception became legal.

By then here in the UK women had been feeling emancipated by the pill for some time. And the first in vitro fertilisation had taken place and the first “test tube baby” had been born.I suppose to some younger people that seems like long ago but really it’s recent history.

We need to keep fighting for those women’s rights.

Life goes on. Stay safe and well,everyone.