Yesterday's weather was a mix of occasional
sunny spells, overcast skies, and rain - at least
that was definitely the case when I was outside !
The day actually started bright, but the first
shower was probably around 11am. It seems that the
Met Office forecast came closest to reality. The
BBC thought there would be sunny spells until 2pm.
As already mentioned, the first shower came before
midday, and then around 1pm there was a mix of
sunshine and showers. As 2pm approached there was
less sun until it stayed in for hours, and the
rain started to get more frequent and heavier. I'm
not sure when the rain actually stopped, but the
showers, a few moderately heavy, seemed to go on
into the evening. The garden ended up getting a
good watering ! Even in the rain it did seem to
feel fairly mild at 20° C (the Met Office reckoned
only 18° C).
This morning seemed to start
bright, but it has been getting duller and
duller now. I think this rules out the BBC
weather forecast as having any kinship with
reality today. OK then, lets try the Met
Office forecast again.
The Met Office seem to have
predicted it getting cloudy after a bright
start early this morning. I'm not sure I
believe a big heavy cloud is just about to
pass over us, and drop rain on our heads, but
maybe it will happen a little later. With luck
there will be sunny intervals around
lunchtime, and at 20° C it could feel warm in
any sunshine. This evening will probably be
wet - both forecasters agree on that, but not
the actual times. Looks like the garden won't
need watering again today. Tomorrow there
seems to be two possibilities again, although
they are similar at a very broad level. Both
forecasts say it will be very overcast all
day. The BBC reckon it will stay dry, but the
Met Office predict a few showers. The BBC
predict 21° C, and the Met Office say 20° C
(but more like 19° C for more of the
afternoon).
If recent weather, and some of the
predictions for a week or more ahead seem to
be very poor for July weather, they are ! I
have checked my records from last year, and
much of July was at least 23° C, and 25° C
more typical. There were even a few days over
30° C last July. I blame the Brexiteers for
bringing back traditional English summers. I
much prefer the continental summers we had
while firmly in the EU !
After being put off by walking
out into some light rain the day before, I
went out regardless of the weather yesterday.
At the start there were some nice sunny
spells, and the sun felt hot, but they were
fairly short lived. For the entire walk the
majority of the sky was covered by grey
clouds. I managed the first two hours walking
in the dry, but then it started to rain. It
was just a brief shower or two at first, but
the last 15 (?) minutes featured some semi
heavy rain. That was the start of quite a few
moderate showers that continued into the
evening.
My walk was partly a walk of discovery.
I walked through some roads that I had never
walked along before - and some of them were
less than a quarter mile from where I used to
live. Along the way I discovered a parade of
shops that I didn't know existed, and a pub
that I had never realised was there. The shops
and pub were very close, literally round the
corner, from part of my short lived paper
round I did in 1969 or 1970 (I have no real
idea of what the dates were, but I know it was
at least a couple of years before I started
work after leaving school).
I also discovered a new road. Well, the
road has always been there, and probably not
significantly changed since I lived around the
corner until I moved to my own house in 1983.
On the whole it was very worthwhile walk, and
it sort of made me feel good. The only
downside is that it started to rain just as
Angela might have been ready to leave her
office, and possibly go to the park. She
didn't go, and I can't say I can blame her,
but I did miss seeing her. Maybe I might have
more luck today.
It felt like a bit of a struggle
walking to the top of Mountsfield Park
yesterday. The previous time I did it I felt
it was much easier. The main consolation was
that I did most of the walk from home in
bright sunshine. It was all thanks to some
gaps in the cloud like the one pictured above.
This was the view to the east. There was a
small patch of blue, where the sun was high in
the sky to the south, but the rest of the sky
was grey cloud. There are other views of the
sky in the video.
What may have been a temporary road
block, probably to trial some traffic calming
measures, near the junction of Davenport Rd
and George Lane, has taken on a more permanent
look now. There is now a gap between the
planters, and a drop down bollard installed in
the road. It all seems pointless because if
you know the area there is a parallel road
that bypasses the road block, and is shorter
too, but maybe motorists don't like turning
left, and prefer to drive straight on - well
they can't now.
Someone must have been reading my mind
when I was thinking how easy it would be to
drive up on the path to bypass the road block.
Well you can't do that now. A bollard has been
put in the middle of the path now.
It is not a road, street, avenue,
alley, or lane - it is just Littlewood ! This
road, because it is a road, is less than 10
minutes walk, probably just 5 minutes at
fairly fast pace, from where I used to live,
and I didn't know it existed. It is probably
because it doesn't go anywhere useful, or at
least it doesn't now. Once upon a time it
would have been useful as part of a short cut,
including a couple of alleys, to get to
Ladywell Swimming baths - but only if I had
wanted to go there, which I didn't except on
the school bus (although I think we did walk
once or twice).
At the end of another road I had never
gone down before (Campshill Road) I found a
parade of shops I never knew existed. The
style of the flats above the shops matches the
style of the house I used to live in, and on
that basis I estimate these shops were an
early 1960s build, but possibly earlier. There
are a scattering of similar style houses in
the area that would seem to have been build in
places that were bomb damaged (or flattened)
during WW2. I can imagine they were a thriving
row of useful shops once, but now they all
look very sad.
It is hard to miss a pub, but I never
knew this one existed until yesterday - and
that being despite it being only just off the
main(ish) road that starts as Hither Green
Lane, and ends up as Courthill Road at the
Lewisham end. Of course one reason for not
knowing about it is that it closed in 1971,
and that was just as I started drinking. After
all these years it is still instantly
recognisable as an old pub. It was called The
Sir John Morden.
Here are the highlights of my walk
in video form - if indeed there were
any actual highlights. One thing
worth noting is that in the first
segment I was claiming that the walk
up to the top of Mountsfield Park
was a struggle yesterday, but I was
hardly out of breath when I spoke my
commentary. This is a sort of
mystery to me because I can't quite
remember just what bit of me was
complaining most. It is evident I
was not short of breath, and so it
must have been my legs getting
tired, but for some silly reason I
thought it was shortness of breath.
It is all very weird. The next time
I walk up a hill I must pay more
attention to how I feel, and see if
there is a way of improving whatever
is deficient. Maybe it is just this
body wearing out.
I was pretty wet
(from rain) when I got home from my walk,
but somehow this didn't seem to bother me.
Maybe I was too distracted by my aching
feet. I was trying out an old pair of
walking/hiking boots (made by Regatta)
with some new socks, and initially they
seemed reasonably comfortable - but not
perfectly comfortable. I could feel a few
small areas that I thought may get sore
when I put them on, but strangely enough
it was not those areas that got quite
uncomfortable for the last mile. It seemed
to be an old complaint complaining in a
slightly different way - the ball of my
feet (mainly the right foot).
It was good to get those boots off
when I got home, but before I did that I
started grilling some salmon for lunch. I
had that on a bed of watercress, spinach,
and rocket (all bought in one single bag).
It was a nice healthy sort of lunch, and
it needed to be healthy because of what I
would have for dinner ! Once the fish was
cooked I ate it, and then started editing
the video. One of the oddities about my
walk was that it felt 33% more difficult
than previous walks, but I felt 33% less
tired when I got home. I was able to
"process" all my videos and pictures
before I had a rest.
Resting was mostly reading while
laying on my bed, but inevitably it
included a snooze too. I think I have come
to like the idea of siestas now, and feel
I don't have to make excuses for them
(mostly to myself). Before long, or at
least it didn't feel that long to me,
probably because of the long snooze,
dinner time was approaching. My dinner was
the spare Chinese food from my takeaway
the previous evening.
My dinner was at least half a
portion of Singapore fried rice, and what
was theoretically just a starter, but very
adequate as a main course - salt and
pepper spare ribs. Both were very
delicious. More so than the main dishes I
had the previous night, and probably
because they were a bit oily, and thus
less healthy. The salt and pepper spare
ribs are a recent (maybe a year or two)
discovery after someone suggested them.
They are now the only variant of spare
ribs I will order. Of course they still
suffer from the same problem that all
spare ribs suffer from - getting loads of
meat fibres jammed between my teeth. I
guess it is a failure of my teeth, and
that others don't suffer the way I do.
Fortunately I was careful enough this time
to not damage my gums when digging the
bits out using those harp style flossing
sticks.
I washed dinner down with a bottle
of ale, and had another two before going
to bed. I can't be certain, but I think it
may have been the ales rather than the
Chinese food that made my blood glucose
spike a bit high this morning. The ironic
thing is that I didn't really enjoy those
ales. I started to think that ales are
best drank in company, and that some
lagers are best for glugging on your own.
Also, many lagers tend to be "drier" than
ales, and as the old saying for Diet Pils
used to go, "all the sugar turns to
alcohol". Maybe this is a great excuse to
do more tests with assorted booze to find
what has the lowest impact on my blood
glucose level !
I went to bed at 9pm again last
night, and I was probably asleep half an
hour or so later. On the basis that I was
only awake for a very short time during
the night it must have been a good sleep.
I did seem to dream a lot though, or at
least I remember dreaming a lot. I have
too many incomplete memories of this
dreams, and so cannot attempt to describe
anything except to say there seemed to be
a lot of dreams set in a classroom. It was
a college or work classroom rather than
school classroom if that is of any
significance.
This morning I started tp wake up
earlier than I wanted, and managed to get
several short periods of sleep in until it
was 6am when I allowed myself to get up. I
sort of feel OK, but I shouldn't. As I
mentioned, my blood glucose has spiked,
and this morning's treading was a
disappointing 8.7mmol/l. That is not
terrible, but not far from it. My weight
has also suddenly lurched upwards. I
expected a small drop after yesterday's
walk, but this is a big increase - maybe
too big to explained away by a bit of
constipation this morning. Maybe it's the
weight of the calluses on my sore feet !
I have today pretty much planned
out already. The first thing I will do
once I am up and dressed is to go to the
pharmacy, and collect my repeat
prescription. Hopefully it will all be
there this time. On the way back I will
call into the corner shop for the latest
New Scientist magazine. There could then
be a temptation to start reading it, but I
want to go out for another walk today.
There is a chance (according to the Met
Office, but not the BBC) that it will be
sunny, and that could lure Angela out.
Unfortunately I know she will not be in
the park today. Being a Friday she may go
shopping in Lewisham. If that is not a
good enough reason, there is another. I
have just received a txt message. It is
from the Premium Bonds to say I have won
another prize. I don't know how big it is,
but it is below the limit I set for any
wins to be be re-invested in more bonds
(under one of two hundred pounds). My love
life always takes a dive when I get lucky
on the Premium Bonds. Maybe it is some
sort of divine compensation.