Thursday, 27 October 2011

"Hazel's World"

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Hazel was born on 27th April 1992.
She was one of four females born to her mother,
a 'British Cream'.
(Father not known!)
I have quite a few pictures of them when they
were only weeks old.

Here's one.
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Hazel is on the right, by her mothers left paw.
She has that little streak of ginger on her forehead.

Sadly, I'm afraid Hazel is no longer with us.
She passed away on Monday afternoon,
and finally left me,
after nineteen and a half, happy years together.
These last six months, however,
had been a rather uncomfortable time for her,
with many trips to the vets.
In a kind way, I am somewhat relieved that she is at rest,
she was, after all, the equivalent of 102 in our years.

I have laid her to rest exactly where she was sitting,
in that photo in the sun, on last Wednesdays blog.

I have made a small pictorial tribute and
posted it up on YouTube.

It's just a few pictures of Hazel,
and the only world she knew, my garden.
I had her as a kitten almost twenty years ago,
and although free to roam,
had never strayed from her beloved patch.

This was the whole world as she knew it.
She now rests here in peace, under her favourite Mulberry tree.

(It plays full screen, but not as sharp.)
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I can't think why YouTube,
out of the thirty pictures there,
had to choose this one of my garden roller!
There were loads better.
But there you go!
That's life, I can't change it.

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My friend.

27th April 1992.
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24th October 2011.
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Wednesday, 19 October 2011

The Lawn’s a dead loss.

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One of my brothers rang last night.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"As well as can be expected. Why?" I said.
"Well you haven't done a blog for over two weeks."

True, but there are other things in life.
Only the other day Jan, who has just retired (California) said -

"I've spent the past 30 years in front of a computer for 8 hours a day, and it's a difficult thing to change."
but, she tells me,
she is going to take up water-colour painting.

I too spent over 30 years, but since I've retired,
I have found a 'thousand & one' other things to do.

Foody also kindly enquired -
"Are you and the cats OK?"
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A song by Q. Cumber!

So, here they are yesterday watching 'yours truly',
doing a spot of garden re-design.
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My garden is essentially in two parts,
divided by a pergola walk up the centre.
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In Spring.

The lefthand side is all lawn, sorry moss!
The bit on the right is also lawn but much smaller,
as it is tucked away behind the shed and greenhouse.
I decided to convert this smaller patch of moss back into a vegetable garden as it was 30 odd years ago before I came here.
(I gleaned this from my neighbour, who has been on the other side of the fence for some forty odd years.)

So here we go.
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This is what the cats were watching me do.
I didn't want anything too big and too much work,
so opted for a small central patch with grass (moss) walkways round the four sides.
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I left the sundial in the centre and laid a couple of slabs for access.
I am going to plant herbs all around it.

No time for blogging you see.

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The roses have faded,
They’re tired and jaded,
The garden is looking quite plain.
The lawn’s a dead loss,
Just all sphagnum moss.
Oh, I wish it was summer again.

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That was a hard days graft.
I think I'll just sit in here,
in the evening sun!
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Saturday, 8 October 2011

Prize Winning Model Aeroplanes

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At last I have found a use for this
very unusual piece of music from the 1930's.

As some of you may already know,
my Dad was in the RAF during the war.
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(Wish I had my Dad's good looks.)
He was a maintenance engineer on ground crew,
and as far as I know, he never got round to
learning to fly.
He went up on the planes for 'test flights',
and once told me how he was involved
in 'target towing'!
His job was to sit in the rear of a Westland Lysander and wind out a wind-sock behind the plane. The gunners on the ground would take pot-shots at the wind-sock for practice!!!
I understand, they used blanks rather than live ammunition.

Whilst in the RAF he got into building model aircraft in his spare time. Some were made out of Perspex and some from solid brass.
These were not meant to fly, they were more of the sort of thing, to sit on the mantle-piece at home.
After he got 'de-mobbed' I remember him coming home with this huge model aeroplane kit.
It was a flying model of a Lysander, similar to the one he did the 'target towing' in.
The war must have ended before he got round to building it.
It lay there, up in the loft, for probably twelve years,
before he thought I was good enough to build it.
Well I did, and the finished model won First Prize
in a Model Engineering Exhibition.
(Yes Helen, I still have the certificate somewhere!)

I also know there is a photograph of the finished model somewhere,
although I have still to track it down in Dads vast hoard of old pictures and negatives.
What I did find however, were a couple of pictures of other models I built way back around 1958. (I was sixteen then.)
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A four engined Handley Page Halifax.
(This model won the First Prize the following year.)
After this I was banned! (Only joking.)
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Another picture of the Halifax,
this time with a model Hurricane.

We even had a "Workshop Manual".
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(This is actually a spoof for Angus!)

About sixteen years ago, I took Dad down to Brooklands,
which had been recovered from the bottom of a lake.
There was a bit of a museum there with lots of Vintage bits including this Rolls Royce engine from a Hurricane.
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His Baby!

Dad knew where every 'nut & bolt' came from,
even after fifty odd years!

I could probably write a book on all the goings on
connected with aircraft. Brother Colin took up flying and even now my nephew Owain represents Britain in the Microlight flying competitions.

But what started me on this rambling old blog,
was when, on one of my riverside walks, I noticed a chap flying a radio controlled model aircraft in the 'regatta' field where I had been playing a couple of weeks earlier.

From here down - is now OUT of DATE.

Now take a peek at this.
He has a wee camera under the planes wing, and using an electric motor,
it is powered up to a couple of hundred feet and then it glides around filming.
The motor runs for about 30 seconds at the start.
As it glides around, you can see terrific views of the Thames, Cookham and even Bourne End in the distance.

JUST MY LUCK.
After all this effort - the chap has closed his
YouTube account!
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Sometimes I think I'll just give up!

Sorry. This has made a right mess of my blog.

This is the sort of thing us brothers could have only dreamt of, all those years ago when we were young 'aero-modellers'.

And just to finish.
One of those trees in the arial shots is no more.
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It blew down into the river a couple of weeks ago.
A week earlier I was standing just yards away
playing the organ on a similar windy day.
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