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08 Apr

Confined to Barracks: Day 23

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Meds and Seeds

So far this has been a relatively easy time. Yes, there are problems sourcing some foodstuffs, our Tesco delivery slots run out in 3 days time, and we’re not able to go to nice places in our time off. But the headlines about Boris Johnson this week bring it home that this is a bit of a bastard illness and staying at home watching TV isn’t that much of a hardship.

I’m going to go off at a bit of a tangent here. The amount of abuse the Prime Minister is getting on Twitter at the moment from people hoping he wont recover is disgusting. Whatever your political persuasion, and mine isn’t Conservative, you just don’t proclaim to the world that you hope someone will die due to something that is not their fault. Twitter really can be a cesspit at times.

Anyway, back to staying at home, watching TV – and gardening. The biggest personal pain in the butt so far has been the inability to source any seeds for the garden. And long may that stay the biggest personal pain anywhere. Everyone seems to be “digging for victory” this year and all of the seed and plant suppliers are overrun. They’re probably and understandably operating with skeleton staff as well, so compounding the supply/demand issues. I ordered some seeds from the internet two weeks ago. Ten days ago they were “dispatched” yet they are still to arrive. I couldn’t source any more from anywhere else – all of the big companies seemed out of stock or had suspended their websites. Friends on Twitter offered me some; people in the village offered me some. But I really wanted some specific seeds for things that a) I like eating and b) I am capable of growing with minimal supervision. Anyway, Marshalls seeds came up trumps in the end so I have order number 2 on the go but there is a 14-28 day lead time on delivery. Time will tell – I’ll probably get both deliveries come through on the same day.

I have got some going already of course. Chilli seedlings and tomatoes grown from supermarket stock are either well established or coming up in droves. Hopefully this will turn out to be a good growing summer after all.

Anyway, on to “Meds”. Son #1 has a swollen toe and the doctors, via a phone appointment, prescribed some antibiotics. So, off to Cranbrook I went on an essential journey. As I left the house I expected to drive through a scene reminiscent of 28 Days Later with litter-strewn empty roads and feral goats chewing up anything edible in sight. It was more like a scene from 28 days ago when life was normal. I must have counted more then 90 cars and vans on the 8 mile round trip. Still, this is significantly fewer than I’d normally see I suppose, and many of those journeys will have been essential.

In the pharmacy, someone in the queue encroached to about 1.3 metres behind me. I felt like turning around and saying Piss off back to your marker you virus encrusted pariah! – while I could equally have said Would you mind awfully moving back. I might be infected myself you know.

In the end I said nothing. I’m English.

When I got back home I felt dirty. I’d been out of the house 20 minutes and spent most of that time in my car. I’d touched a shop door handle, been within 1.3m of a middle-aged man, and been handed a bag in a pharmacy. But I still needed to wash my hands for the full on 20 seconds and more. It will be a long time before I get out of that habit – even when thigns are back to “normal”.

04 Apr

Confined to Barracks: Day 19

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Beer.

The last two days have been beer heavy. Not drinking the stuff, but accumulating the stuff. Of course, that might lead to heavily drinking the stuff, but not yet.

When I “got home” from work yesterday, i.e. I left the home office and went into the garden, Helen told me that the village pub had posted on the local Facebook page that it was selling off a brand new barrel of Tribute at £1 a pint, takeaway. You just had to find your own container. Not being one to turn down an offer, I grabbed an empty gallon demijohn and nipped over the road. The village pub is great. The new landlords have toned down the food from gastropub to good honest, well-cooked, pub grub, and introduced things like music and quiz nights. It’s a real good local now.

And then coronavirus happens.

They’re still offering takeaway food on Friday to Sunday and we’re doing our bit to support them. I normally like cooking my own food to be honest, but we don’t want to lose the pub if trade goes through the floor. Therefore, once a week we’re getting a takeaway family meal. And so is everyone else, which is good news as the delivery slots are filling up every weekend. having had my demijohn filled, I order Saturday night’s takeaway and head home.

This morning was time to bottle up my home brew beer. Helen bought me a home brew kit for Christmas and the start of this “staying at home” period was the ideal time to kick it off. So, 40 pints of home brew was siphoned off to sit alongside 8 pints from the local. Might keep me going until Easter.

Today was a lovely day. The warmest of the year. Normally we would make a beeline for Dartmoor but stayed at home. I hope everyone else did. It’s been a gardening day. Seeds were sown, the lawn got scarified, the shed got painted, the dilapidated compost bin was emptied further. Once it’s empty I’m going to replace it with a twin bin arrangement so that I don’t have to keep adding new stuff on top of the well-rotted stuff and will work with year 1 / year 2 bins. Oh, the luxury!

Anyway, enough boring gardening talk. I’ve worked up a thirst. If only I had some beer …

02 Apr

Confined to Barracks: Day 17

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Work is a pain. Not generally but adjusting to life working from home is a pain, and not for the obvious reasons.

My primary concern was broadband bandwidth. Here in the rural beyond of East Devon, all of a day’s hike, a language barrier and a timezone from Exeter, I get about 2.5 Mb/s. Not great but not that bad compared to others. However, working from home has been OK in terms of connectivity, even when 2 of us have been online. The not so magic formula is in keeping the kids off the internet during the working day.

No, that’s not the problem. Spending all day with a headset on talking to colleagues is the problem. No sooner has one meeting ended than another begins, or someone Skypes me with a question. When I do get a free run at something I just want to go get a cup of tea and have some downtime.

However, the “new normal” is becoming just that. We’ll get used to this.

Our lunchtime activity today is some father and son time walking around the block with my youngest son. The block being an unmetalled back lane that, in parts, is nothing more than a narrow muddy path.

Last night was the pub quiz. It’s a little odd not being in the pub for it but it’s a little beacon of normality that it’s still carrying on in some form. The quizmaster runs a Facebook Live session and everyone from the pubs he usually travels to log in and have fun. There are no prizes and it’s just for fun, but it’s great. Each week the quizmaster makes a little plea for a donation, half of which goes to him and half to charity. It’s hard not to donate to be honest. Tonight is a virtual pub gathering with my Uni mates, which is becoming a Thursday regular. And it’s fancy dress tonight – “wear odd headwear”.

Of course, it’s Thursday. So the 8 o’clock hand clapping for key workers happens again. Other than showing appreciation for people who’s jobs I really wouldn’t want at this time, it’s a sign that the community spirit in the village is strong, which is reassuring in its own way.

Before dinner I wander around the garden with my camera looking for inspiration. I have a photographic itch to scratch. I find an appealing daffodil and take a handheld shot at f/2.8 and ISO 800. Not my normal thing at all and rather liberating to be without a tripod to be honest. It’s today’s featured image.

Every day I’ve written one of these I’ve signed off with what we had for dinner. I have noticed that we are being more frugal. Lack of supplies hasn’t hit us yet and we have a well-stocked freezer for now, but our food waste is going down to very little. Tonight was a plate of mediterranean roast vegetables, sourced from bits and bobs in the salad drawer, with home made flatbread, and some left over black pudding. Bizarrely nice.

31 Mar

Confined to Barracks: Days 8/9

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Lockdown.

Or as near as damn it. This is the day that the government announces that we should all stay at home; only leave for essential reasons; and take one hour exercise per day withing walking or cycling distance of home. Not surprising really given the scenes the previous weekend. I must admit we had considered a pleasant Sunday afternoon socially distancing ourselves in a distant part of Dartmoor as the weather was great. Then we thought better of it. Not that we’d have headed for the hotspots of Hay or Hound anyway, but apparently the good weather brought the crowds out in droves more typical of snowy days. The internet was also full of pictures of people thronging to similar beauty spots all over the country.

Not really practising “social distancing” and therefore the announcement wasn’t really a surprise. For what it’s worth, our weekend’s walk was a family stroll in the field behind our house after the owners said they didn’t mind.

My first thought after the announcement was irrational. “The lawn!”. I was out of petrol for the lawnmower. The thought of a whole summer’s unchecked grass growth kept me awake for a chunk of the night and, at 07:00 the next morning, I drove the car, jerry can in boot, the mile to the nearest garage to fill up. Yes, a totally irrational thought but, safely back at home 15 minutes later I prepped for a spring (a summer?) hunkering down at home somewhat more relaxed than I was the night before.

My second thought was almost as irrational. “Wine!”. I’d ordered sufficient from our local wine shop to see us through to June (no – not 13 cases. Stop it!) on the basis that we’d not be going out anywhere. I’d yet to pick it up. but the warehouse was en-route to the local supermarket and the pick up procedure was social distancing at its most efficient: Pull up, pop boot, wind window down, state name, order gets loaded, drive off.

So, four waking hours into the first full day of lockdown and I’d left the house twice. My guilt was slightly assuaged by the later announcement that off licences had been listed as “essential” shops.

We’ve been confined to barracks according to the rules ever since. My only forays out of the garden being cycle trips up the hill with my sons for exercise, and a trip to the pub. Yes, the pub. It’s doing food takeaways at weekends. Strict timeslots to pickup. Prepayment only. All within the rules. We have a great village pub and I don’t want to see it close as a result of this crisis.

I haven’t got a clue what I had for dinner on days 8 & 9. Thanks for asking anyway.

(This has been a “fill the gaps” blog entry of events from a week ago. I wanted to write it while things were still fresh in my mind)

29 Mar

Confined to barracks: Day 1

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I went to Dartmoor yesterday. As it turns out my last visit for some time. I left after work and headed to Nuns Cross, south of Princetown. My plan was to get out to Fox Tor for sunset and then head back. However, I realised I had left work about 30 minutes too late to achieve that, so I headed to Hingston Hill instead. This is the site of the famous stone row, often called Down Tor stone row despite being some distance from Down Tor.

When I got to the hill, the light had gone. The sun had set behind a cloud bank. But I enjoyed sitting overlooking Sheeps Tor and Burrator reservoir, composing a pleasant little photo that will not set the world alight, but which will always remind me of these times.

At work,my team had been preaparing for a mass “work from home” exercise on the Wednesday. This was in response to the coronavirus pandemic. Providing remote IT capability for over 2000 people was a challenge but a source of quite some pride as well, and I was getting ready to finalise things when the phone rang. It was son #1’s school. He was ill – could I pick him up. “Not coronavirus!” I thought – not that it would necessarily hurt him – young and strong and all that, but the disruption it would cause us all no, just an upset stomach. Phew. I left work early and picked him up. It was weird leaving site for the last time in a long while. I don’t expect to return to the place I’ve been 5 days a week for the last 17 years any time soon.

I’ve decided to blog about these times. Why? Not for the audience but for a good old fashioned historical diary record. What will the tone of these posts be like in three months time? How will life have changed beyond the odd scenario of being stuck at home? Will the recent pasta and toilet roll panic buying spill over into other areas of life? Let’s wait and see and hope that I’m not writing a “Confined to Barracks: Day 365” entry next year.

These are unprecedented times. I though of registering a domain name along those lines to do a daily blog, but then thought I’d just add it to my regular website. Why waste money on a site no-one will read?

09 Dec

A Quick Stop at Start Point

A very quick blog post to accompany a very quick visit to Start Point.

I had to be in Plymouth just after the shops opened. I thought, therefore, that I would take the chance to take my camera little further afield than usual. My first choice was somewhere on southern Dartmoor but as I drove down the A38 there was a big bank of cloud ruining that idea. At South Brent I hung a left and headed for Start Point. The South Hams are somewhere that I need a sat-nav to negotiate. Trouble is that sat-navs choose the shortest route and there are some damn tiny roads in the South Hams.

Anyway, a “grass in the middle of the road” adventure later, I arrived at the lighthouse. I had no time to waste as the sun was nearly up. Given a little more time I would perhaps re-compose this image. Why? well, the grassy area in the bottom left is a little dominant. However I’m not really complaining as this was an opportunity realised and my glass was half full.

I would have liked to have stayed a little longer, but the light went quickly as the sun rose and I had to be elsewhere. Another time perhaps …

26 Nov
Great Mis Tor on a snowy morningThe North Hessary Tor transmitter mast in the snowLeeden Tor on a snowy morningDartmoor ponies at Leeden Tor outcrop

Leeden Snow, Leeden Snow, Leeden Snow

They say the weather outside is frightful
But I think it’s quite delightful
There’s simply one place to go
Leeden snow, Leeden snow, Leeden snow.

With apologies to, well, anyone really. I couldn’t resist it.

Leeden Tor is somewhere I’ve been to a few times but I’ve yet to get a decent photo there. And it wasn’t really on my radar for Saturday morning’s visit to Dartmoor either.

With snow showers likely overnight I was keen to get up to Dartmoor to have a look first thing. My destination was Read more

23 Nov
Dawn at Teigmnouth PierDawn skies and breaking wave at Teignmouth Pier

Pier Pressure – Teignmouth Pier or Bust

The last place I expected to find myself last weekend was Teignmouth pier. After all, I’d photographed it several times before and the attraction of a return visit wasn’t obvious. I am also trying to avoid heading out purely for red skies and prefer looking for other opportunities. Golden hour side-lighting, or foggy mornings for example. However I’d had a really frustrating weekend with the camera and was desperate to photograph something. Not quite anything, but something. I’d taken Friday off to head to Dartmoor and shoot autumnal scenes. That came to nought as I had a cloudless sunrise and my woodland walk – up the Erme from Ivybridge – was bereft of bronze and yellow foliage.Read more

11 Nov

Hay Up! Sunrise at Hay Tor

Hay Tor was the last place I was expecting to end up on this particular morning. Well, I guess that’s not strictly true as, Dartmoor-wise, Fur Tor would have been a little less likely, but “boring old Hay Tor” wasn’t high on my list of destinations.

It’s been a slow autumn for my photography. I’ve had little chance to take time off work when the weather has looked promising so I’m depending on weekends to get out and about, and the conditions haven’t favoured me.

Still, a Saturday morning a couple of weekends ago looked OK. A front had passed during the evening and overnight; showers and strong winds followed in the morning and I hoped to get up to the moor and get some early morning rainbow action.Read more

05 Oct

Persistence Pays Off

For several years now I’ve had a pre-conceived image in my mind of this scene. It’s taken down a tree-lined lane in East Devon and I’ve always imagined a photo into the setting sun. It is a photo that will only work in late September or early October.  In March the trees are bare and, in my mind at least, will not work as well as a photo.

So, with the sun setting in the right place and a promising sunset in the offing, I set off for my destination – about 15 minutes drive away. My first problem was parking up. This is a single track lane and hogging a nearby passing place wouldn’t go down well. I eventually found a place in the entrance to a nearby field and set up shop. My next problem was that Read more