… of writing out another large cheque. Not quite as massive as the one that I wrote out the other day (and which, much to my surprise actually cleared the Bank) but a significant sum nevertheless.

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall some of the things that I’ve accomplished since I’ve been ill. I have a little bucket list of things that I want to do before I go off to stoke the fires of eternity.

One of those things is pretty high up on my list and having been in fearless negotiations with a group of people, I’ve found that it is going to be a possibility. A rather convoluted and complicated possibility, but its complications are countered by the fact that I can fit in several other things off my list too while I’m doing it.

We could be on to something here!

Last night was a much better night. I managed to have something like a decent sleep, even though I was off on a little voyage.

I was in North-East France last night waiting for a new secretary. She was coming over from the UK and when she arrived she was explaining to me about how at a certain moment she was picking up French mobile phone signals as she was approaching Dover. I explained to her the phenomenon of transverse radio waves and how at St Margaret’s Bay the cliffs shield the town from English radio waves but the French ones bounce back off the cliffs so they can be picked up. So we set off to where we were going and ended up in a scrapyard. In a fenced-off compound was a huge red car with a beige vinyl roof, the type of which I had never seen in my life. It was a two-door model too. Surrounding it were bits of a red/orange mark III Cortina that had been used for racing and subsequently cut up. I was intrigued by this car so I went for a closer look. It had been knocked about quite a bit but there was someone round the front prising out the cylinders from a transverse 4-cylinder engine block with a length of scaffolding pipe. I expressed my surprise that it was only a 4-cylinder car, to which he replied that it was powered by a tandem-engine, two 4-cylinder engines run together and one block had already gone. I was surprised that it had gone to scrap so he replied that Mercedes (why they would be involved in it) wanted rid of it. So I asked why, and he pointed to the side of the car, with a huge t-bone dent in it.

And much to my surprise I was up quite early too. And managed to make a decent start on the day.

Most of the day was spent starting the searchable text database for the photos for August 2018. There are tons to go at for that month, and I’m about halfway through them.

As well as that, I’ve attacked another half-dozen or so of the dictaphone notes. That has hardly made a dent in it but one has to keep on going.

There were a couple of phone calls too – from canada too, as it happens. It’s all go here.

And finally I’ve done some more of the photos for September 2018 and the High Arctic. Another 100 or so of those out of the way, and I really am going to go through and re-edit them properly when I find the time.

There were the usual two walks today.

This afternoon my route was to take me around the walls but as usual I didn’t get very far. Out at the back of the building there are some workmen there.

It looks as if they are doing something to the fascia of the building. That looks like zinc guttering there.

Carrying on around the walls I stopped to inspect the house rebuildings that we have seen in the rue du Nord.

Here on the corner, in a building that they are turning into flats and apartments, they seem to be advancing quickly.

Throwing out all of the rubbish from the upstairs rooms by the looks of things. They have some very interesting kit there.

By contrast, the housebuilding at the other end of the rue du Nord seems to be progressing … errr … rather less quickly.

Overhearing the builder on his mobile phone, I have the feeling that he is only working on the property when he doesn’t have any other paid work.

So this is one site that will probably drag on and on.

In the Place Cambernon however, work is progressing much more rapidly.

It looks as if they have been ripping out all of the woodwork ready to cart it off. And that’s a shame, because I’m a big fan of woodwork, especially old period wood like floorboarding and the like.

It will be a shame if they modernise it into something that rubs out all of its historical features.

Here’s something that I haven’t noticed particularly before.

The medieval town here dates from probably the mid-15th Century and while there are very few if any houses from that period, there are still quite a few interesting ones such as this one, with some very interesting carvings in the stonework.

The letters IHS have a religious symbolism, in that they are the first three letters of “Jesus” in the Eastern Orthodox (Greek) language.

It did however become fashionable for the Jesuits to usurp the signal and insist that it stands for Iesus Humilis Societas – the “Humble Society of Jesus” or Iesus Hominem Salvator – “Jesus, Saviour of Men”.

While I was out there I went to have a look to see what was happening in the port.

Nothing of any commercial nature going on right now except for the usual trawlers, but Charles-Marie is over there – the blue-and white yacht over there against the far wall.

And the yacht that is double-parked on the outside of the two might well be Spirit of Conrad

For tea I had a burger in a bap with baked potatoes and veg, followed by the last of the rice pudding.

This evening I went again and spent some time watching all of the fishing boats come in.

There was a whole line of them extending out almost to the Channel Islands tonight so I had a little fun experimenting with different light and aperture settings to see what I could pull out.

But it wasn’t actually all that much of a success unfortunately.

It was much more interesting with the trawlers as they lined up to look for a berth at the fish-processing plant.

I had quite a good deal of fun out there for 20 minutes or so playing around with different settings to see what I could produce.

You cans ee the results further down below.

But now I’ll have an early night tonight because it’s shopping tomorrow – and then I’m going to make an apple crumble.

And I managed to go all day without crashing out too.

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trawlers port de granville harbour manche normandy france

trawlers port de granville harbour manche normandy france

trawlers port de granville harbour manche normandy france