Saturday 5 March 2011

Riding to Hell on a Chicken

Walking down the high street I was accosted, as often happens, by a young person wearing a worrying shade of organic green and a hopeful- or desperate- smile. She was friendly enough and gave her name, which I now forget and wouldn’t publish anyway. You'll find out why.

She was from Friends of the Earth, and had that annoying habit of knowing so much that she had to speak extra fast to get it all out. With no pressing duty to attend to I joined in the conversation. She asked what I did for a job, and promptly dismissed my reply of ‘Surf Instructor’ as a lie. Fair enough; we were in Aylesbury. She chuckled asked me if I were a spy as well (hasn't she read my concerns with the ESTA application in my first post?!) to which I replied “Sure, and I’m flying out on a mission on Monday”.

She reeled off an impressive list of Acts that FOE had helped in pushing through, making the world a better place, but the final stuttered example of “...and..err...the Energy Act” had me suspiciously amused. The problem is that She has targeted the wrong person when asking for money. Damn she managed to make me feel guilty, and undoubtedly her cause is noble, but I refuse to pay to support her self-ingratiating moral activism. She has been supplied with a packaged route through which to channel her awakening to the wrongs committed worldwide.

The latest act is aimed at getting corporations such as Tesco to fund growth of chicken feed in this country, thus saving the Amazon rainforest by not cutting it down to make way for fields, and at using free range produce, not steroid fed battery hens.
I wanted to look at the Act first and you can find it at http://www.foe.co.uk/what_we_do/fix_food_chain_20576.html

There are two sides to every story. Are we in the right climate to make this change at the moment? I don’t disagree with the proposal or with lending more aid to our farmers, but with free-range produce prices rise, and people have had enough of soaring costs throughout our financial meltdown. Such a movement could bankrupt farmers instead of helping them as customers look elsewhere for cheaper produce.
Alongside this is the idea that She should have been doing something else. The tiny financial reward She and FOE were asking of me would have only funded further press-gang street campaigns. This is pointless. People pay the money to assuage guilt and are happy in the bubble it builds, confident that they have done their bit. It does nothing to encourage better practice and safeguard against further damage to our planet. Far better not to ask for money first, but to sell the changes based on the good they would do. I would rather sign a petition and agree to make my voice heard to push the change through. Democracy has been removed and a financial system has taken its place here, where political rivals buy rather than earn our support. True activism doesn’t require cash. It needs only moral or political awareness, lashed together with outrage and courage, as aptly demonstrated in Tunisia, Egypt, Bahrain and now Libya.

Then She told me her star sign and queried mine. When I replied “Pyrex- I am a test tube baby” She simply asked if that meant that I had no star sign and felt sorry for me. Frankly stunned, I managed to tell her that the celestial calendar had shifted recently and She acknowledged this saying that she was now a Leo, and felt more caring.
“No I would not like to make a donation this time.” Was actually all I could manage to say at the time. Esprit de l’escaleir.

Touching distance

With the last group having left Skern Lodge quiet for the weekend and stock in the stores checked I passed Jolyon the sole responsibility for our shared bathroom and left North Devon. One small step towards Heathrow and the true start of this adventure.
The sun set a blazing red in my rear view mirror as I sped, as fast as the lack of local law enforcement would allow (pronounced 'zooming'), away from the sea through Somerset and Wiltshire and to Jimbo's new residence, Naphill, in the Chiltern Hills.

The cottage He and Sammi now share, and Sammi's work there, are a juxtaposition. Picture-postcard rural England Jimbo frequently isn't. I'm sure he won't mind me saying that there are many things that Jimbo has been called, but quintessentially English has never been one of them. Friend, however, is and I try my best to make time to see friends who don't live within easy distance of Skern as I travel back and forth across the country. The journey from Skern to Aylesbury in particular has many friendly ports at various intervals. I suspect that soon the drive itself will take days rather than hours as I drop in on people!

With the holiday begun, the self-imposed drinking ban has been lifted and we grabbed a box of beer for the evening. The not drinking has been easier and more successful than I had believed it would be. I feel noticeably more alert and certainly healthier. I'll bear that in mind again after the wedding celebrations!
*the Sammi shaped mark on the wall is my fault- we dragged her up the steep and narrow stairs to bed and with me at the head, chaos broke lose. Not that she did anything at all to aid the situation.

Monday 28 February 2011

Any concerns?

Yeah I have one... apples. I love apples, specifically red ones. My diet of rice/cous cous and salami will only be bearable if I can get hold of red apples frequently. Now I know I’m heading to a developed country, but I do worry whether apples feature in American diet as prominently as I would like them too!

One week to go!

It’s been one of those fortnights...plenty going on but what to write about? Amazingly I have had the opportunity to get in the water 11 times in 14 days, with solid swell and friendly winds, and then with a bit of swimming and kayaking, including a run down a local favourite- the River Dart. 

The Skern at high tide, and why surf was off: A tad messy!
It feels great after a winter off (6-a-side not withstanding) to be back in the water. Strange perhaps, that although I grew up as far from the sea as you can get on this Island nation, I miss the sea when I’m away from North Devon. I noticed almost immediately that while at work I would tell the time by the tide. Not down to the minute but within an hour, often without a second thought. You can see the sea from almost anywhere on site, and I often find myself glancing at the state of the Skern, and how far in or out the tide is.



I could waffle on for pages about the watersports, but this is a blog about cycling, not surfing or kayaking.This week I have started cycling a little bit. Breaking in the bum if you will! Despite starting at sea level, there are plenty of hills to trawl up and down and I was pleasantly surprised when after an hour’s cycling I could jump off the bike and walk without resembling a cowboy. Mind, after four hours in the saddle I reckon I’ll fit right in down South!

The view over Skern Lodge-
across Northam Burrows towards Westward Ho!
I have been cycling up and round the back of Westward Ho! (The only town in England with an exclamation mark after it's name, and named after a fictional town in the Charles Kingsley novel 'Westward Ho!')
Then the easy part- back down Kipling Tor and off into Appledore then back round to Skern Lodge.



A few of the folks got on the G+T’s last night and made the most of a weekend off work. Being on night duty that was out of the question for me, which was probably for the best. I gave alcohol a rest this month, to save as many pennies as I could before the trip and the combination of G+T, rugby, beers and the League Cup final was proving hard to resist, but work rather than willpower did the hard part for me. 

Easy like Sunday morning-
Kyle recovers after the G+T on a day off for most of the team
It has been excellent fun for three short weeks back with the team here, and strange to be off again so soon. The start of the new season is always great to be involved with- catching up with folks and finding out who's been up to what over the winter, and the excitement at being able to get back in the surf is infectious!
Allow me to introduce some of the characters I have lived with over the last year...

Aaron and Jolyon (inverted!)

(L-R, Top-Bottom)
Aaron, Rob, Lotti, Tom, Jimbo 


Jolyon & Salty Bizzle