{"id":13376,"date":"2020-06-14T22:30:20","date_gmt":"2020-06-14T22:30:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=13376"},"modified":"2020-06-14T22:31:16","modified_gmt":"2020-06-14T22:31:16","slug":"sunday-14th-june-2020-brain-of-britain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=13376","title":{"rendered":"Sunday 14th June 2020 – BRAIN OF BRITAIN …"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"joly<\/a>… strikes yet again.<\/p>\n

And while you admire the photos of Joly France<\/em> – the older one – coming into harbour and my second photo being photobombed by a seagull yet again, let me tell you what went wrong today.<\/p>\n

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I left the washing in the washing machine for a couple of days and when I took it out, it did not exactly smell of roses.<\/p>\n

So I said that I would buy some nicely-scented fabric conditioner on Saturday and then run the clothes again through the washing machine while I was out for my afternoon walk today.
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\"joly<\/a>Much to my own surprise, and probably yours too, I did actually remember to buy the fabric conditioner while I was out – but ask me if I remembered to run the washing through the machine again this afternoon.<\/p>\n

It beats me why you lot pay me, you know (you DO pay me, don’t you?).<\/p>\n

But returning to our moutons<\/em> as they say round here, It’s Sunday. And that’s a lie-in day of course.<\/p>\n

Mind you, 10:40 is something of an exaggeration, even if I didn’t go to bed until 02:30. I spent a while through the night working on the little job that I had on the go during which I crashed out yesterday afternoon.
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\"air<\/a>While you admire the photos of the air-sea rescue helicopter flying around on an exercise, being photo-bombed by a seagull in the second image, I’ll carry on.<\/p>\n

During the night I’d been on my travels again. Not too far though. I was out driving around the Whitchurch area for some reason. I needed a place to stay for the night. I found a lay-by or cut-off piece of old road at Alrewas, although Alrewas was nowhere near where I was supposed to be. It was more like Hanmer, that area. So I went to pull in there to have some sleep. But there was a village hall nearby and there was a party or disco going on there and the noise was keeping me awake. So I decided that what i would do first is to to sit and have a read until everyone went home. There were all these kids walking past the end of this cutoff heading towards this disco or away from it and i was wondering how long it was going to be before they had gone and I could get some sleep.
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\"seagull<\/a>So after the meds I finished off the task that I had started, and then stripped down the two digital sound files that I’d downloaded the other day and converted them to *.mp3.<\/p>\n

They then needed breaking down into the individual tracks – and that was when I found that for some reason or other, one of the tracks hadn’t been included on the master tapes.<\/p>\n

That took some hunting down – It’s by a group that probably no-one else has ever heard of as they only recorded one album and then disappeared without trace.<\/p>\n

However after going through many blind alleys I found a copy – and that was an *.mkv file, to my dismay.
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But you can’t keep a good dog down. What I did was to resurrect an ancient laptop, load onto it all of my software that I use to do this kind of thing, and used that to resolve the issue.<\/p>\n

Much to my surprise, it actually worked too, although it took an age of course.<\/p>\n

We had a stop for lunch – well, breakfast really because I had some muesli. And then there was my afternoon mega-walk (I’m at 128% of my daily target according to the fitbit).<\/p>\n

\"boats<\/a>First person whom I bumped into outside the door was Gribouille<\/em>, the big ginger cat, who came for a stroke.<\/p>\n

Then off out on my walk and a look over out to sea to see what was going on.<\/p>\n

And it was another day where there were crowds of people loitering around – not just on the footpath either but out to sea.
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\"marker<\/a>It might not have been very nice weather out there but that didn’t stop anyone.<\/p>\n

In this photo that features the marker light on one of the rocks just offshore, I can count at least 6 boats, including a couple of really nice yachts, more of which anon<\/em>.<\/p>\n

And so, in the weather that was trying its very best to rain down upon us (and I had forgotten my rain jacket) I carried on my way.
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\"man<\/a>Not very far though.<\/p>\n

Looking behind me I could see that despite the weather, the little beach there at the foot of the steps was proving to be quite popular. A couple of small family groups seem to have set up camp down there, so good luck to them<\/p>\n

There was even a guy swimming about in the water down there, which I thought was pretty brave of him. Sooner him then me.<\/p>\n

It reminded me of the time that Castor and Pollux asked me if i was going to do the Polar dip with them in Cambridge Bay.
\n“I can’t” I replied. “I have a catheter port in my chest and I can’t immerse it in salt water”
\nLater on that evening when we had our famous encounter Castor asked me “if you didn’t have that catheter port in your chest what would you have done?”
\n“I’d have thought of another excuse” I replied.
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\"fishing<\/a>On that note it’s probably better to move on and so I walked on along the path.<\/p>\n

Someone here is obviously as fed up of the gregarious life as I am but he’s chosen another way to deal with the matter. he’s clambered down and onto the rocks with his fishing rod and is busy having a cast out to sea<\/p>\n

It’s a mystery to me what people catch so close in to the shore because as we have seen, the slope is quite shallow here and the tide goes miles out, so they aren’t likely to catch anything bug enough to call a worthwhile catch.
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\"yacht<\/a>My journey took me around the headland today, down the steps and around the farthest point.<\/p>\n

There was a great deal of activity out to sea just there too, as this yacht out there negotiates its way around between a couple of speedboats that were roaring by it.<\/p>\n

And while we’re on the subject of yachts … “well, one of us is” – ed<\/em> … regular readers of this rubbish will recall the big black yacht that we have seen a couple of times just recently.<\/p>\n

Having made some enquiries just recently I can tell you that she’s called Black Mamba<\/em>
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\"heavy<\/a>My walk took me down the old road, onto the quayside and alongside the rue du Port.<\/p>\n

Nothing much going on here except that I was overflown by the air-sea rescue helicopter which we saw earlier. But nevertheless I went to have a good look at the heavy equipment that was dropped off here the other day.<\/p>\n

And having had a good look at it, I’m still none-the-wiser. I’m not even better-informed. It’s still a mystery to me what they intend to be doing with it
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\"spirit<\/a>Next port of call would be the footpath across the harbour gates to the other side. Unfortunately I was early, the tide wasn’t far enough out so the gates were still open.<\/p>\n

But my walk wasn’t wasted because one of the yachts that I had seen earlier was on its way into port. I recognised it immediately because there is only one boat quite like that in the port that lives in the inner harbour.<\/p>\n

Having been out of the harbour for, by my estimation, a good two weeks almost, back into her berth comes Spirit of Conrad<\/em>
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\"spirit<\/a>With my neighbour Pierre with a rope and his crewman at the helm she negotiated her way in through the harbour gates and made her way towards the quayside where she usually moors.<\/p>\n

As for me, I gave chase around the harbour and caught her just as she had finished tying up. I shouted down to her and was invited aboard which was what I wanted, not the least reason of which was that it gave me an opportunity to try ont the new floating pontoons.<\/p>\n

Scrambling across the deck of Aztec Lady<\/em> I went for a chat. And as a result of that, a cunning plan is now forming in my head and further discussions will take place in due course.
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\"coelacanthe<\/a>On my way back through the harbour to catch up with Spirit of Conrad<\/em> I went down behind the fish processing plant.<\/p>\n

All of the fishing boats were tied up again in port today, including Coelacanthe<\/em>, one of the larger boats that operates out of here.<\/p>\n

There are a couple painted in similar colours so i wonder if they belong to the same owners, maybe operating as a kind of private fishing fleet.<\/p>\n

But I don’t really know how the system works here
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\"distribution<\/a>Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that a while ago I mentioned that I’d seen something that resembled a giant vacuum cleaner nozzle dangling inside the hold of a fishing boat.<\/p>\n

Eventually I discovered that it was used to pump ice into the vessel for preserving the catch, and it was this notice that gave the game away. Distribution of Ice – how to use the chute to dump the ice into the boat<\/em>.<\/p>\n

So while I was here, I reckoned that I would take a photo of it for the record in case I need to refer to it again
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—– TO BE CONTINUED ——<\/p>\n

\"soles<\/a><\/p>\n


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\"home<\/a><\/p>\n


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\"brittany<\/a><\/p>\n


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