Are we all scared enough, or do you need another “Red Warning”?
Yes, it’s winter. Yes, it’s cold. Yes, it can be disruptive. But… if I see just one more “news” service showing a lightly dusted field or road and describing it as “blanketed”… if I read just one more weather report screaming that temperatures will plunge overnight…
…well, I’ll go to the foot of our stairs. Is there to be nothing that we’re not terrified of? It’s weather, just weather, so make preparations, change your plans, bung on some decent boots and forget fashion and wear a waterproof coat over warm layers. Rocket science it is not.
Now that I’ve disparaged the mettle of the vast majority of my countrymen I can virtually guarantee you that I will be found in late March, frozen solid in nought but my slippers and boxer shorts. Sod’s Law is universal.
Seriously though, good gravy, folks, get a grip.
The Cardinal was moved to more weather-resilient moorings a few days ago, I wanted to stay where I had been, but here I am within walking – trudging – distance of services and shops. Mr Wolsey is backside-on to the wind, and the planet is tied to him with my customary four ropes. I’ve done what I can, I’m going nowhere fast and we shall see what we shall see. The canal has frozen over, but so has the previously muddy towpath… so it’s a damned sight easier and cleaner to walk around the area for the moment!
That’s the Cardinal, moored right down at the end, by the bridge.
The ice on the canal is being ever so gently covered in snow. The view from the bow in the opposite direction is every bit as picturesque.
Sometimes I lose the view, when it snows hard enough to blot out the distance.
Even with today’s snowfall, it’s not (yet) “snowmageddon” here. There’s time yet though.
Some of the boats down (up?) by the services through this bridge are occupied, the others… well, I hope that they have been prepared for winter by their loved ones.
The mobile internet – I was about to say “went” down yesterday, but I suspect “was taken” down is more appropriate. I wasted decades working for big corporations and, call me cynical if you will, but do you remember all of those dire warnings slipped into the “news” about how mobile networks may be disrupted or cease to function during the “terror weather”? I suspect that what will have happened is that the services were taken down for planned work, upgrades, maintenance and wotnot – all disguised as a problem caused by the weather, and thus not official “down time” logged against their service records…
The mobile mast hereabouts is no more than three-hundred metres away from the boat, and in a direct line of sight. I could hit it with electrons fired from a rubber-band.
There is one feature of note on this little stretch of canal (aside from myself, of course!) and it’s more easily visible in the winter season when some of the undergrowth, overgrowth and general growth dies back a little.
These fascinating, slightly spooky old ruins are, apparently, an old brick works.
I had hoped for “the lair of vampire hobbits” but, no, tis a brick works of long dereliction. There’s about a foot of soil and veggie matter built up on top of the very, very substantial brick walls, some very mature trees have had time to encroach and all traces of access paths and roads have disappeared. I am guessing therefore that the place was abandoned quite some weeks ago.
It’s not a structure that I would fancy mooring up next to overnight!
I couldn’t tell whether the four portals visible were circular or just arched and then partly filled-in by Mr Nature.
Perhaps, given the location, it dates from the era when such as bricks were moved by canal boat. Fancy that, eh? Local industry, not owned by some vast foreign corporation.
Talking of which, does anyone know how Maplin, Toys “R” Us and Carillion are doing at the moment? Dead, you say? Dead? Sucked of life and the pension funds drained? Well, you could knock me down with a feather, who would have thought that faceless, disinterested, global corporations were not such a sustainable, benevolent and benign paradigm after all. If only there were some other model of industry that we might draw upon for inspiration… something that we had to actively, politically destroy, rather than something that just upped and died of its own accord, like all of the modern shi*te…
Right, I must away and make preparations to be found again when the “terror weather” is withdrawn by the government, perhaps found with a little cloakroom label tied to my big toe and reading “Cynic” and “Smug little sod” and “got what he deserved for not joining in with everything”.
Wonder when the fuel boat will be around again?
OMG! Is that a polar bear in the distance?
It is! It is!
PANIC! Kill the children – it will be the kindest thing!
TERROR WEATHER! Aaaaargghhh!