The Anonymous Widower

Aussies Get a Pasting from the Germans

It certainly looks that way with just a few minutes to go, but there is nothing that cheers a real Englishman more than Aussies losing. Except possibly a bunch of chippy Scotsmen doing the same!

I know we weren’t that good, but remember where Robert Green learned to keep goal – Norwich City! It was also the altitude, as it’s rather low in Norfolk.

June 13, 2010 Posted by | Sport | , , , | Leave a comment

Scotland Must Get Their Act Together

Ths report on the BBC is a real warning to Scotland.

What is astounding is that the report says total employment in Scotland is only about a quarter of a million. That is not much, so what do the others do?

June 6, 2010 Posted by | News | | 3 Comments

Incident at Leeds

I learned to fly soon after we moved to Ipswich in about 1974.  It had always been something that I’d want to do.  But C never flew with me for some years.

She probably flew with me some time in about 1986 for the first time and that was rather a hary flight to Prestwick, where because of bad weather we ended up in Glasgow.  It wasn’t bumpy, but there was just a lot of low cloud and we were above it, so you had the problem of getting into the airport.  But we did safely.

But she was always a nervous passenger.

Until that is we flew to Prestwick to see a horse we owned called Debach Dust run at the nearby Ayr racecourse.

The horse ridden by Kim Tinkler had shown her usual ability and had done nothing, so we weren’t all that pleased in many ways after flying all the way from Ipswich.  But it was a hell of a lot better than driving all that way and in that the trip up took about three hours as opposed to about seven or eight in a car.  In fact one trip on a Friday to that part of Scotland had taken twelve hours, so we knew the advantages of flying, even if C was very reluctant.

September 17th, 1988 was a beautifully clear day for flying, but I remember as Tango-Tango, my Piper Arrow cruised at a good altitude over the Southern Uplands of Scotland, the wind was making it rather bumpy.  C was sitting quietly beside me, trying to make as little fuss as possible.

To say all hell broke loose would be wrong, as it was just that after about an hour into the flight, that the oil pressure in the single engine was starting to fade and drop to zero.  In other words, we were losing oil and had to get down as quickly as possible. 

But before you think that this was a serious situation, I had several things in my favour.

The visibility was good and I could see northern England laid out before me, so if I had to land without power, there would have been plenty of wide open fields in which to do what every pilot dreads; a forced landing.

But more importantly, I was at 5,000 feet or so and I was only about 50 nautical miles from the major airport at Leeds.  It also was probably the nearest airport too, so the choice of where to go was made up for me.  Many air accidents have happened because pilots attempt to get to their home base.  I wasn’t going to take that risk, but I did prepare C for a bumpy emergency landing on the moors.

Throttling back and losing height slowly seemed to be the best thing to do and as I still had some oil pressure, I hoped that this action would get me to Leeds without losing all power. 

Now in all the bad films, you always call Mayday, when you are in trouble.  But in my case, I assessed that with an average amount of luck, I’d be OK.  Especially, as I had set up Leeds airport on my navigation equipment, so that I knew exactly where I was heading.  I also knew the airport quite well and also the problems that you sometimes get when approaching from the east due to downdrafts.

So I made what is a Pan-Pan call and Leeds cleared me to come in on Runway 09.  This would mean that I had the shortest distance to travel to land, but that I would have to land with a crosswind from the right.

Very little else happened and I turned on to finals at about eight hundred feet, so that if the engine decided to go completely AWOL, I would still make the runway.  I also knew that I had 1100 metres of runway, which was quite enough for the little Piper.

C kept absolutely quiet in all this time!  What she was thinking she never really told me!

But it all happened without incident and I landed Tango-Tango successfully with no problem and was able to taxi the plane off the runway to the light aviation terminal.

It wasn’t an easy journey from Leeds to Ipswich though.  There wasn’t a car hire firm open and in the end it was a taxi to the train station, a train to Peterborough and then a lift from there with our eldest son.

But C never again worried about going in a light aircraft with me. 

So much so that within a year we flew all around Australia in a similar Piper Arrow.

But that is another story!

May 3, 2010 Posted by | Sport, Transport/Travel | , , , | 5 Comments

Loch Ness Monster

The Loch Ness Monster is one of these stories that refuses to go away.

Now, as the tourist season approaches the National Archive of Scotland have released documents to show that there were worries that Nessie would be hunted and shot in the 1930s.

In 1938, the chief constable of Inverness-shire raised concerns about protecting Nessie from hunters.

In a letter he wrote: “That there is some strange creature in Loch Ness now seems beyond doubt.”

I don’t believe that the monster exists.

Loch Ness has been closed off from the sea for many thousands of years, so if a monster exists it is either that number of years old or they have lived and bred happily in the Loch. 

The first premise is unlikely, so there must be at least two.  But then if there were only that small a number, then they would have so many genetic problems because of in-breeding.  So if they were more, then surely they would have provided more evidence.

It’s a myth designed to get tourists to Scotland.

April 27, 2010 Posted by | Transport/Travel, World | , | Leave a comment

Think Different, Think Plaid

This was the slogan for the Welsh Nationalists today.  I thought plaid was Scottish!

Seriously though, the two Nationalist parties can help the removal of this Labour government.  If they do, it would make negotiations interesting in a hung parliament.

April 13, 2010 Posted by | News | , , , | Leave a comment

Anyone but England

So the Scots are supporting England by selling “Anyone but England” T-shirts for the World Cup.

I don’t care, as if the Scots could manage to inject some proper spirit into their team, rather than the local brew, they might do better.  Just read about Allan McGregor in the Scotsman.

But I have a better idea.

As the Scots economy is not in the best of health and has just been propped up by the UK government bailing out two major banks with big Scottish connections, would it not be a good idea if England fans, who can’t afford the trip to South Africa, went and watched their team in Glasgow.

I’m sure that the local economy would benefit and that the English would be welcomed with open arms.

February 25, 2010 Posted by | Sport, Transport/Travel | , | Leave a comment

Left and Right, Up and Down

Of all the roads in England, few are as notorious for a good burn-up as the A68, that runs from the Scottish Border to Darlington.  It’s up and over a blind summit, then fast left, fast right or possibly both.  In places you can see the road stretching several kilometres in the distance.

Yesterday, as I returned from Scotland, the road was pretty empty except for a couple of wagons and a few cars, so it was great fun.  And safe too, as if you drive the road properly in good visibility and fairly dry conditions, you have no problems unless you take some of the blind summits too fast.

As I said in the related post on Taking the High Road, it’s the sort of road for which Elans were built!

I have rather an affection for the A68 as several times I drove it on the way to see the first Metier customer, Ferranti, in Edinburgh.  In those days though, it wasn’t in an Elan.  But there weren’t any speed cameras!

January 26, 2010 Posted by | Transport/Travel | , , , , | 3 Comments

An Unnecessary Sign?

This sign is displayed both ways at the English-Scottish border on the A68.

Keep Left - Unnecessary Sign

Do we really need it?

There are three reasons it might be there.

  1. It could be that it’s an EU regulation if you pass between countries.  But then I pass between Belgium, France and Holland regularly and they don’t have the sign.
  2. Someone had a budget and needed to spent it.
  3. There was a commission from the sign manufacturers.

But the sign is still unnecessary.

January 25, 2010 Posted by | Transport/Travel | , , | Leave a comment

Peebles Hydro

On Sunday, I went for lunch with my friends at Peebles Hydro.

Everything on the menu that was gluten-free was marked as such.  All restaurants should follow their example.  about half the menu was gluten-free, so I had a lot of choice.

In the end I had melon followed by pork medallions.  It was delicious and if you need to a gluten-free meal, then it is definitely a place to try.

They are part of McMillan Hotels.  I don’t know if the same policy applies across their five hotels.

January 25, 2010 Posted by | Transport/Travel | , , | Leave a comment

Taking the High Road

I got up early on Sunday morning and by half-past-seven, I was on the road to see an old friend near Peebles in the Scottish Borders.

First stop was Wetherby Services on the A1(M), just north of York and Leeds.  So the petrol was it’s usual expensive price, but the service area seemed better than most.  Perhaps it was just a mirage as service areas in the UK, tend to be very poor, tired, of bad design and serving the same crap food.  At least Wetherby had a Marks and Spencer, so if I had wanted to buy some decent food, then I could have done. 

I should say here, that I never stop unless I absolutely have to in a motorway service area, that does not have either an M&S or a Waitrose.

I took the A1 or A1(M) all the way to Newcastle and past the Angel of the North before taking the A696 through Ponteland and towards Scotland.  Things must be getting more civilised up in the North East, as I noticed that Ponteland has a Waitrose, which until a few years ago was restricted very much to the South.

The A696 and A68 route from Newcastle to Edinburgh is one of those roads that needs driving.  It also needs a nimble car with lots of acceleration.  In other words it’s a road fit for a Lotus.

I didn’t hang about on a road that was almost free of traffic with snow to both sides and a good bit of mist.  But the smooth trip to Peebles was interrupted by bridge works at Jedburgh, which meant that I had to take a detour via Hawick and Selkirk.

The latter did slow the Lotus, but I still arrived in time for lunch in Peebles.

January 25, 2010 Posted by | Transport/Travel | , , | 1 Comment