Monday, 25 January 2021

Not the time and place to have a puncture.

 

 

 

But then, I suppose there is no convenient time and place to have a puncture except, perhaps, in your nice warm shed equipped with a bicycle repair stand and all your tools.

Just in case it is not apparent, the white stuff on the lane is frozen snow charmingly spread on a layer of ice, punctuated by solid ice puddles and gaily decorated with random stretches of black ice.

Roll on Summer!

Wednesday, 20 January 2021

I bought a new alarm clock.

 

 

I bought a new alarm clock to replace my current clock which was almost apologetic in its function and really did not want to awaken me. It made an electronic beep which could easily have been a chaffinch chirping about one hundred yards distant.

So I purchased a clock with a proper bell on it. In keeping with the functioning of the old clock, the delivery person deposited the box in my front porch and then stole away without signalling his delivery. I suppose he was also unwilling to awaken me.

Or was he embarrased by the size of the box that Ikea had used?

Saturday, 16 January 2021

First flutter of snow this year

Stinging snow in my face at Stelling Minnis but a little more gentle once I had turned out of the snow-laden southerly wind and the sun had started to rise.

 

Wednesday, 13 January 2021

Thursday, 7 January 2021

Passport Portraits of Yesteryear no.49

Continuing the series of passport portraits in my collection.

Peruse and wonder.

Nicola Simitchi is a forty two year old post office employee from Serbia. In June 1914, one of his fellow countrymen, a student called Gavril Princip, assassinated the Austrian archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo, precipitating another conflict with Austria which quickly developed into the Great War.

It is now 1916 and the Serbian army has been beaten, allowing the Central Powers to open up their desired supply line through Serbia and Montenegro to their allies in the Ottoman Empire. It is at this point that Nicola Simitchi, who is living in the town of Gap in southern France, changes his dinars into francs in Marseille and buys a ticket on a ship which takes him to Rome in June.