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Bicton Park

Mother very kindly takes myself and Han & the kids to Bicton Park.  It’s a nice place.  Lots of trees to id, but not enough labels – only the trees that have been deemed significant during a visit by someone from Kew show name tags.  The tallest tree in the park is a Grecian Fir.  My favourite, though, is a Mexican Pine, of which I have no pictures.  I did take some photos though – they are below:

Riverford Organic Kitchen

Mum and Paul very kindly treat me to a meal at the Riverford Kitchen.  These guys ( www.riverford.co.uk) produce organic veg (and meat) boxes.  I used to live off them when I was based in Bristol, and found that I could just about get away with not having to use supermarkets.  Contrary to what people might think, this saved me money – vegetables and fruit are generally cheaper than processed food, it saved the environment, my food tasted fantastic, and it meant that I felt healthier.

Now the rest of my Exmouth based family try to do the same.

Eating organic food has hit the headlines recently as there is apparently no evidence to suggest that organic food is better for you than non-organic.  For me, this almost completely misses the point.  Organic farming methods are considerably more sympathetic to the land, and in an age when we have the choice to live sustainably, or to destroy the environment we live in, producing organically seems to me to be a straight forward decision.

Getting back to the Riverford Kitchen… when we arrived a menu was hanging from the wall listing a choice of dishes, Squash and Goats cheese Flan, Potato Gratin, Roasted veg, Chilli Spinach and Cumin, etc.  As I sat wondering which dish to go for I was told that we would be provided with ALL (six) of the vegetarian dishes at our table.  So, no decision necessary – it was just a case of how much of each dish could I get on my plate.

There was also desert.  I left with that post Christmas meal bloated feeling.  Did I mention organic food tastes good?

Kids update

I spent a bit of time round Han’s, making Willow smile (not hard), and feeding Flynn.  Here’s how they look at the ages of 6 and 20 months respectively…

Digging the allotment, and some Slow Worms!

Mum and Paul have an allotment here in Exmouth and are planning to put some fruit bushes in before Christmas.  So, I was drafted in to dig the area where said bushes will go, and increase the size of some of the other dug patches.

The allotments are a hotbed of sexagenarian and septuagenarian activity.  I don’t know if it is this or the fact that a certain type of people are likely to apply for an allotment, but the people on site all seem very civil, sharing ideas and shouting hello to each other and passers by.  My kind of people.

However, I was surprised to note how many of them had driven there.  The allotments are situated at the top of hill, but are pretty much near the middle of town.  My Mum always walks up the hill to them, but for others perhaps green fingers doesn’t necessarily equate to green thinking.  There are also some, unsurprisingly, old fashioned views on Stinging Nettles and Ragwort, two plants which encourage visits from insects.

The highlight of the two days was coming across first some young, and then an adult Slow Worm.  I can’t remember ever having seen a Slow Worm before, and they are gorgeous.  I was very disappointed at having disturbed them.  Hopefully, with the carpet they were under relaid on a different part of the site, they will still find the plot an acceptable place to hang out.

A bit of time with Timmo

I’ve spent the last couple of days working at Omiga Technology, installing VMware and creating VMs.  Good stuff (if you’re a techie geek like me), nice to keep myself up to date with what’s going on in the world of IT.  Also nice to spend some time with Tim, and see what he does during the day.

Afterwards we drive over the bridge to Cardiff, where we catch up further over a couple of beers and an Italian.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any pics of Cardiff, but I do have a copy of a pic of Tim that myself and Mike discovered in his home office last time we were visiting.  He appears to be amazingly stubble free – it must have been taken seconds after he finished shaving.

Tim - the early years

Tim - the early years

The POW in Bristol

After a day working at Omigatech I head to Rama’s. Imogen meets us there and we walk down to the Prince of Wales on Gloucester Rd. It is a great night. However, my Tofu stir fry, although tasty, is tiny – honestly, I could’ve eaten six of them. So I have to order a bowl of chips, i.e. the dish with the most content per pound sterling on the menu. Imogen also mentions the serving size issue to the man serving, and he explains that the chef likes to leave us with room for desert. Hmm. To be fair, Imogen’s desert is nice, but that’s no excuse for a dish that’s just shy of £9.

Anyway, Imogen leaves a little cake, and I leave four chips, for Fran. But she doesn’t turn up so we have to eat them.

imorama

Imogen and Rama, after eating.

… and Fort William

I came to Fort William for the night to stay with Heather and Stuart, who lived in Harris upto about a week ago (those of you who’ve seen my OH Experience video should recognise the names).  Unfortunately, showing them said video may not have been the best thing to do.  Harris/Lewis is a pretty amazing place – it could be hard to wonder why you’ve left when you now live in Corpach (nr FW).  So here is a small collection of photos, taken this morning as I was leaving, on a near cloudless day, with the sun rising over Ben Nevis, showing that the area around FW can be spectacular, in its own way…

End of week chores…

At the end of a work week myself and the other week leader have some chores to do.  Firstly we drop the volunteers off at Inverness railway station.  It’s always a bit of a wrench getting back into the van knowing I may not see some of these people again. But, we wave them goodbye and then have to head off to refuel the van, and pick up any other supplies before embarking on The Big Changeover.

The Big Changeover involves meeting the leaders going out on the next week(s), swapping vans, food, notes, etc and buying a fry up breakfast.  This week Calum left me in Moriston’s car park to catch a train to London, so I had to head over to the Changeover on my own.

After the Changeover I drove the TFL van, “Birch” (due to its silver colour) with trailer, to Forres.  There I had to meet Craig, from the work week office, to pick up a key for the office, drop of any recycling in Forres, before completing the last leg of my journey in Birch to the Findhorn Foundation, where the TFL offices are.

TFL Offices, Findhorn Foundation.

TFL Offices, Findhorn Foundation.

Once I’d swapped my bags from Birch to my van, and done what I needed to do in the office, I was on my way.