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Sunday 27th December 2015 – I COULD HAVE GONE …

… out again today.

Everyone was planning on going down to the reservoir here at the bottom of the hill. With having had very little rain this last few weeks, the water levels are quite low (but not unfortunately low enough to see the abandoned village at the bottom) and there’s a nice kind-of beach down there with kiddies’ play items. After lunch, everyone wandered off down there and left me alone for I’m still not feeling up to going out.

I stayed behind and had a little play with my 3D program. After all, my course starts in a week’s time.

And I shouldn’t be tired though, either. For the first time since I don’t know when, I slept right through the night without waking up. And it was the best night’s sleep that I have had for donkey’s yonks.

Mind you, that’s not quite true. I did wake up once, feeling the desperate need to go off for a wander down the corridor, and so I looked at the time. 07:30. Well, in that case I can hang on for another 15 minutes until the alarm goes off.

But I was having some incredible dreams during the night although, sad as it is to say it, most of the stuff had disappeared completely out of my head (it’s not as if it has much competition in there, is it?). I do however remember one small part – namely going into a model shop where, in the window, was an Airfix scale model of a Japanese Zero fighter with its wing broken off. I expressed an interest in the plane so the salesman fetched it and its wing to the counter. But that wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was some advice about soldering a wing onto an aeroplane, so the salesman went to fetch some kind of wing stub to show me how to do it. Yes, soldering two plastic objects together – and with a gas pistol too. It all happens during the night doesn’t it?

I had breakfast nice and early and then the nurse came round to give me my morning injection. AFter that, I did precisely … not a lot. I spent most of the time up until lunchtime working on my notes from Canada in the autumn.

And who can blame me? Both the nurse and the hospital have said “take it easy” and that’s precisely what I intend to do.

Friday 6th August 2010 – I had a bit of a day out today.

meandre de queuille gorge de la sioule puy de dome franceOne of the places that I visited was the Meandre de Queuille – where the River Sioule makes an incredibly tight turn around a promontory of hard rock (yes, we ought to put a cafe on it – I know).

I’ve never been here before, even though it is something of a local tourist attraction that brings the crowds a-flocking. But maybe that’s the reason – having spent as long as I did working in the tourism industry my cynicism has made me immune to all this kind of thing.

meandre de queuille hydro electric power station dam barrage gorge de la sioule puy de dome franceThat’s not the only thing that’s interesting about this place – at least, from my point of view. There’s also a dam – or barrage – across the Gorge de la Sioule just here and a very early hydro-electric generating plant.

Following the success of the hydro plant across the Sioule at the Viaduc des Fades, they built this one here in 1905. There’s a drop of 24 metres that powers 6 turbines that have an output of something like 20,000 volts and the power was supplied to the city of Clermont Ferrand.

I had set out originally to go to see these Health Assurance people. As I’m now a French businessman the health cover that I have is deemed insufficient. I’m required to take out a complementary assurance. But as luck would have it, the cover that I do have is recognised by the French government so I only needed to take out a top-up cover that makes up the difference between the total cost of any treatment and the amount that I would be reimbursed.

It isn’t cheap but in actual fact it is cheaper than the insurance I could take out in Belgium.

After that I hit the shops – Carrefour, LIDL and Bricomarche in Riom and the Auchan in Clermont Ferrand. And nothing of any real excitement except a USB fan for €3:00 – I’ll install that in Caliburn.

Outside the Bricomarche I saw the absolute ideal trailer. It’s 4 metres long, takes 2 tonnes in weight and has a double-axle with 13-inch wheels. It’s a bit knocked about but it’s not all that bad. It belongs to a company that is rebuilding part of the Bricomarche and the manager says that they haven’t used it in years. “So is it for sale then?” I asked optimistically. “Dunno” replied the manager “but I can find out”. So now that he has my phone numder we will have to wait and see.

But the most interesting part of the day was just outside Chatelguyon this morning. You’ve all heard of staff-and-ticket single line railway working. On single track railways there’s a danger that if two trains are heading towards each other they will have a collision. So what they do is to divide the line up into lengths with a signalman at each end and a passing place. These sections are called blocks.

Each block has its distinct staff – a brightly coloured stick – and no train can proceed into the block unless the signalman can give it the staff.  If he cant give it the staff, because it is with the signalman at the other end, the train has to wait in the passing place until a train coming the other way brings back the staff. With only one staff then of course there can only be one train in the block at any one time and hence the risk of collision is nil.

Of course it may be a while before the staff comes back to our signalman from the signalman at the other end of the block and if two trains are following each other this could be inconvenient. What our signalman would do then is to show the staff to the first driver who would then sign a movement book in the signalbox to say that he had seen the staff, and he would be given a ticket to proceed, which he would hand to the signalman at the other end of the block in lieu of the staff – effectively reminding the second signalman that the staff is still at the other end of the block and that another train is following.

And so today they were resurfacing the road in the hills outside Chatelguyon. The road was cut down to single-track and there were no traffic lights but a man was there stopping the traffic. There was a stream of cars coming the other way and the last car stopped and handed the workman a brightly-coloured object. Once that car had gone the workman waved us forward and showed us all the object – his authority to allow us to proceed and which he would presumably give to the last car in the queue to take to the other end.

I’ve never seen this done before on the public highway. I was impressed!