Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Thursday, 30 January 2020

Thursday 30 January 2020 - An Iris Day

 
A glance into our garden this morning gave us the first sight of irises, thanks I suppose to the warm January weather. A pleasure to see, as are the many garden birds that come to visit - notably blackcaps and goldcrests, as well as an unexpected visit from a little egret, which I've never before seen in the neighbourhood, let alone in our small garden.
 
Anyway, I was in a cheerful mood as I pottered along by Sinderland Brook, in the company of a lone redwing, to the recycling centre. Dead kettle and Xmas lights duly placed in the small appliances container, I set off to return home via Waitrose.
 
I was disappointed to see this load of rubbish, dumped (at SJ 752 902) about 30 metres from the recycling centre's entrance.
 
 
A stroll down the disused railway led to the path to Waitrose, where (at SJ 756 900) this was the scene.
 
 
There are some disgusting people about. I wonder whether anyone will try to identify the culprits from the rubbish they have dumped.
 
After visiting the supermarket, I took a route home that crosses the disused (the map incorrectly identifies it as 'dismantled') railway between Timperley and Glazebrook. This is a route where people are actively trying to get the five mile section of railway returned to use. The 'Stop, Look, Listen' signs are still there!
 
 
A few saplings may need to be removed, but happily there is no rubbish to collect just here, nor on the rest of my path to the Bridgewater Canal and onwards to home..
 
 
That's all from Timperley just now. The next few postings will be diary entries, more for my own and Sue's reference than any other purpose, and they will mainly duplicate scenes from previous years. We'll enjoy it all the same. (Apart from the long waits in airports.)

3 comments:

Sir Hugh said...

I also try to walk down to the village and back for minor shopping forays when time allows. At the moment I seem to have many items in the diary preventing me from doing proper walking, but I believe that as age advances one must keep exercise going on a regular basis, and walking locally keeps one in touch with people and importantly what else is going on in the village - we have all sorts of little rumours and stories of "human interest."

I wonder what is the average life of an electric kettle these days?

Phreerunner said...

Our electric kettles last 5 to 10 years. In the old days I might have attempted an araldite repair...

Sir Hugh said...

Ah! Araldite has been a saviour for many problems over the years. When I built my two boats they were mainly held together with two part epoxy glue which is the same product - it was what I call a Bodger's Dream because when used with a filler it could hide all kinds of bodged imperfections. Two pieces of wood stuck together would break the wood if one tried to pull them apart rather than failure of the glue.

I reckon your kettle had survived that long agsinst the odds.