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Things I have made

2009-12-05T18:33:10Z

Some time ago I had a week off, and since Simon had been busy designing fonts, ended up doing some of the same, continuing a project I think I must have started in about 1997. It's now in some sense finished, and even has a proper Web page.

<http://bjh21.me.uk/bedstead/>

I've also drawn a graph that I find very difficult to explain, so I'll just say:

<http://bjh21.me.uk/denom/>

Up north and back again

2009-09-09T21:41:17Z

That was a very welcome and relaxing holiday. Nothing went very wrong, and I got to spend a week paying practically no attention to the problems waiting for me back in Cambridge. The Northern Dales was a spectacular ride, and less difficult than I'd feared. I wouldn't have finished, though, without the appearance of a helpful angel bearing a spare tyre at a critical moment. The curious will find GPS tracks at <http://bjh21.me.uk/tracks/2009-08-29.html> et seq.

Ooh, that looks like being a holiday.

2009-07-29T15:30:30Z

I seem to have accidentally arranged a summer holiday, of a sort. It all started when I realised that I'd miscounted and would be 200km short of a Brevet 3000 award this year (for Audax rides of 100, 150, or 200km totalling 3000km over any period). This obviously wouldn't do, and after scouring the Calender I found a 200km event starting from Arnside Youth Hostel, so I could sensibly spend the nights before and after there.

It seemed a bit silly going all the way to the edge of the Lake District for a single day, so I planned to go up there on the Friday and back on the Monday. Looking at the trains, though, there were no cheap outward tickets on Friday, or even Thursday, and I started to wonder if it might not be easier just to cycle up there. A bit of map-examining later, and I seem to have a plan to do the Mildenhall 200k one Saturday, pack on Sunday, spend Monday to Friday cycling to Arnside, explore the Lakes a bit on Saturday, do the Northern Dales 200k on Sunday, and get the train home on Monday. Should be fun.

Ooh, nasty.

2009-04-16T12:02:25Z

I'm currently finding typing a little difficult. This is because I had a head-on collision with another cyclist on my way to work this morning. Obviously it was all his fault, though the phrase "just as dead as if he'd been wrong" is wandering through my head. Anyway, the main consequence on my side was an impressively bloodied right hand. After getting to work, I decided that I really shouldn't get blood all over my keyboard and took it to the doctor's. The nurse at Bridge Street was marvellous and spent some time carefully sticking the skin back together before giving me a tetanus jab and some sweet coffee and sending me on my way.

My bike, despite being newly-reassembled, seems to have come out of the incident without so much as a scratch, which is more than can be said for my counterparty's machine. I think I might leave the bloodstains on the handlebars.

Christmas cake 2008

2008-12-29T18:21:03Z

Even though I didn't get round to making any experimental fruit cakes after February, they served their purpose and the Christmas cake was generally judged a success, so I think I should record what I did before I forget. The basic recipe was the one from the Dairy Book of Home Cooking (second edition, I think), with rather a lot of changes. I replaced the flour with Doves Farm gluten and wheat free flour, and added 15ml of extra milk to make up for its absorbancy. I kept the usual amount of fruit, but varies the mix to fitwhat we had in the cupboards, which were light on raisins and heavy on sultanas. I also included 100g of whole glace cherries (a great success), and some quantity of dried pineapple (not so exciting). I also replaced all of the nuts with ground almonds.

It's not all bad.

2008-12-05T11:43:24Z

On the other hand, I do like mid-winter feasts and shiny decorations, travelling halfway across the country to see my family and going for a walk on Boxing Day. I just have to get through the rest of December first.

I hate this time of year.

2008-12-05T08:22:57Z

I really dislike December, and this one is more annoying than most even befoe it's started. I dislike buying Christmas presents because they're a colossal waste. Anything that people actually want, they're quite capable of buying for themselves, so I get to spend ages trying to think of something marginally less than completely useless to give them, the result of which will be, at best, mild disappointment.

I dislike work Christmas dinners, because they involve spending time at work without actually getting any work done. Inevitably everyone has more important things to do, but instead we get to spend an hour sitting around while a restaurant demonstrates how difficult it is to serve twenty people at lunchtime.

I dislike the fact that all of this is happening when it's cold and wet, when both of my bikes are broken, and in a month that's a working week shorter than most so there's even less time to get everything done. The fact that the end of the year is a popular place to put deadlines doesn't help.

I dislike the fact that I can't get out of any of this because, even though the entire system is horribly inefficient and we'd all be better off if no-one bothered, it's very selfish for any one person not to bother because then they get all the (maegre) benefits with none of the costs.

Finally, I dislike the fact that I woke up at about six o'clock this morning, have been generally annoyed since then, and now have to get up and go to work.

Retrophotography and garlic

2008-10-05T10:36:05Z

A couple of months ago, I acquired myself a second-hand medium-format twin-lens-reflex camera dating from about 1963, with the intention of working out whether medium-format film was a sensible medium for me. The test rolls of colour film that I've fed through it have had various problems which I'm still working out how to solve. Yesterday, though, I finally got a roll of Delta 400 back from Jessops and scanned it with Verity's scanner, and I was surprised to find some actually decent pictures. I don't think they qualify as "good", but they do at least suggest that I might manage something worthwhile with that camera.

On an etirely different front, I grew some garlic this year. Trying to grow it in the front garden, shaded by a cherry tree and the house, was probably a bad idea and the bulbs came out rather small. Happily, they respond well the Clare's technique of sticking unpeeled cloves into the garlic crusher and squishing them out of their skins, so it wasn't too much hassle for me to put five bulbs into last night's stroganoff. Next year's garlic will be grown in the back garden.

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-08-04_coastpath/> (the first twelve pictures)

The garlic isn't on the Web.

It must have been Birmingham, but it's over now.

2008-09-22T23:21:16Z

As practice for a 200km ride next month, I've spent a few Saturdays recently cycling out to places from which I could get a train home to Cambridge. First came King's Lynn, which was only 80km, but into the teeth of a vicious headwind which made it feel much longer. Then there were Norwich, which was fine apart from a little too much A11, and Ipswich, which was by far the nicest of the rides so far.

Then, last weekend, I set off for Birmingham New Street. Since walk-up tickets for the journey home were so expensive, I got an advance ticket with a cycle reservation for the last direct train of the day, at about half-past eight in the evening. My minimal research suggested that I'd have to cover maybe 160km, which shouldn't take me more than nine hours. As it turned out, I covered 190km, and arrived at New Street with less that half an hour to spare. I suspect my routing may not have been as direct as various mapping Web sites assumed. Still, if I can manage 190km at an average of 19.6km/h, I think 200km at 15km/h should be easy.

Incidentally, for anyone needing to get to or from the centre of Birmingham by bike, I can recommend NCN5 (the Rea Valley Route). I suspect the time I lost detouring to pick it up was easily made up for in not having to pick my way across the city.

Holiday, photos, broken bikes. The usual.

2008-06-05T20:01:00Z

As is now becoming traditional, Owen and I went off for a week of station-collecting in May, this time in and around Bristol. "Around" in this case encompassed a good deal of Somerset, Wiltshire, and Gloucester, and a little bit of Wales too. Owen took lots of photos of stations, and I handled the logistical problems of actually getting to all of them in the time available. I took some photos of my own, but they were on film (my DSLR being in Slough being cleaned) and so have only just appeared on the Web:

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-05_bristol/>

Before and after the holiday, I took some pictures around Cambridge, but they're more geography than art really:

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-05-04_cambridge/> <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-05-29_cambridge/>

Having got back from Bristol, I was full of enthusiasm for working out next year's trip. We've mostly exhaused the Severn and Solent rover, and Owen didn't want us to go somewhere he could get to on a day trip, so my current thinking favours somewhere in the north-west of England, where there's a reasonably cheap weekly rover ticket and plenty of stations.

I tried to finish getting my blue bike roadworthy at the weekend, which should have been trivial, but while threading the chain around the rear derailleur I noticed a suspicious-looking mark on one of the dropouts which turned out to be a crack, or more accurately a break. I could get the dropout replaced, but there are at least two other repairs the frame could do with, and a couple of more fundamental problems, so I wonder if it might be time for a new frame.

Unlike getting the old frame repaired, buying a new one opens up huge new opportunities for faff and dither. I need to decide who should make it, what kind of geometry it should have, what it should be made of, what braze-ons it should have, and eventually what colour it should be. I think I've decided on most of them, though the colour is still uncertain.

Oh, and...

2008-03-26T12:36:41Z

Cambridge: <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-03-21_cambridge/>

Fenland: <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-03-22_wash/>

Silliness: <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-03_experiments/>

Optical sillinesses

2008-03-26T12:35:15Z

One of the many strange objects living under our stairs is a clear acrylic juggling ball. At the weekend, while others were playing Puerto Rico, I took some photos of it. Then I realised that something refractive and spherical could be used as a lens, so I removed the lens from my camera and tried taking photos through the juggling ball. It couldn't focus to infinity, and had a habit of fouling the mirror, but it did work to an extent.

The second optical silliness came as a result of a walk round Cambridge on Saturday, when I kept finding myself using the wide end of my normal zoom lens and wishing I had something wider. Now I do, in the form of a faintly insane Sigma 10-20mm zoom. It's really quite wide.

Small ticket

2008-03-19T13:31:39Z

A curious thing I noticed last night: leaving aside investments, the most expensive single thing I've ever bought was my HP LogicDart, at a shade over five hundred pounds, back in 1999. I surprises me rather that I've managed to reach the age of 31, and a faintly ludicrous salary, without ever buying anything really expensive.

Maybe I should buy that Zeiss lens after all, just to push the record up a bit.

Lens lust

2008-03-11T19:25:55Z

For some reason, the last couple of weeks have seen me lusting after a nice bit of curved glass. More accurately, after quite a lot of nice bits of curved glass. It's not that my current lenses are particularly inadequate; it's just that there are even nicer ones out there, and they could be mine for only a few hundred pounds.

As an interim measure, I'm trying to borrow from my father the lens I used until I got my own camera at the age of 18. Perhaps I'll find that being stuck with a single focal length for landscapes is just too restrictive, in which case I may as well stick with the current zoom lens, since more expensive zooms don't seem to be much better in ways that I care about.

Experimental Fruitcake No. 2

2008-03-05T19:59:49Z

This is not, despite several suggestions, an album title. Instead, it was a cake to take to Clare's pancake party. I had intended to try Verity's mother's rather strange recipe, but making a cake for Clare that didn't contain black treacle just seemed wrong. So instead I made some small changes to No. 1, putting back some of the flour (Dove's Farm gluten free) and adding extra milk to try to make up for the flour's absorbancy. Also, there were whole glace cherries for roundness. The result was pretty good, but the texture was (as might be expected) a bit of an unsatisfactory compromise, probably not helped by my taking it out of the oven a bit early because I wanted pancakes. Still, it wasn't significantly burnt and the whole cherries were definitely a good move.

Further geographical introductions

2008-02-29T18:17:25Z

I'm running a little behind here, but the weekend after that (almost two weeks ago), my sister had the other part of her birthday celebrations, which involved her inviting a bunch of friends (and me) to the Yorkshire Dales for the weekend. It was a mavellous weekend, not only for the company, but also for the scenery. I'd not been to the Dales before, so finding such an obviously glacial landscape was something of a surprise to me. I spent quite a lot of time playing with my camera, trying to capture the feel of the place, and later on Saturday evening, the various performances by members of the party. I wasn't the only obsessive photographer there, and we spent a fair amount of time comparing cameras and photos. As usual, my ones are on the Web:

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-16_littondale/> <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-16_gkh-party/> <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-17_crystalbeck/>

Geographical introductions

2008-02-12T14:24:00Z

At the weekend, as part of my sister's birthday celebrations, by parents rented a holiday cottage in Norfolk and we went for a few walks, organised by me. I've been getting to know the East Anglian landscape rather better over the last few months, so I welcomed the opportunity to show it to people more used to places with hills. We ended up walking down the River Nar below Narborough, along the edge of the Wash between the Rivers Nene and Great Ouse, and around a bit of Thetford Forest. It all seemed to go quite well, with the main problem being our habit of turning up at King's Lynn bus station just as a useful bus was leaving.

Of course, I arranged the walks to go through at a few new gridsquares, and took some photos:

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-08_nar>, <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-09_wash>, and <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2008-02-10_thetfordforest>.

Experimental Fruitcake No. 1

2008-01-22T13:11:41Z

The main plan here was to see if replacing the flour with ground almonds (following the example of Gareth's excellent chocolate cake) produced something even half-way acceptable. Rather more accidentally, a lack of more interesting mixed fruit meant it was made with just raisins, currants, and sultanas. As one might expect, the result was a lot moister than usual, and quite sqashy. It tasted very good, but wasn't really what I'd call a Christmas cake. In fact, it seemed to be half-way to being a Christmas pudding. An excellent cake for some other celebration, but for Christmas I think I need to go back to flour.

Year of the fruitcake

2008-01-21T18:29:28Z

There is a short-standing tradition that I make a Christmas cake each year for my family, and usually another one as well. This year's ones were made with gluten-free flour, and thus turned out even drier than their already slightly-too-dry state, and one of them was rather burnt as well. I've decided that next year's cake will be better, and to that end I plan to bake lots of experimental rich fruit cakes this year so as to get a better idea of what works and what doesn't. It's possible that I won't end up with a better recipe by the end, but at worst I get a lot of cake.

Last weekend, being the first rainy one of the year, I made the first experimental cake. I haven't actually tried it yet, but I can already conclude that I really should turn the cake around from time to time to stop it burning at the back, and that if I replace the flour with ground almonds, I should probably also reduce the amount of butter so as to prevent the cake oozing grease everywhere.

Brother, here we go again.

2007-12-17T18:36:03Z

So, yes, the Gallery's Christmas happened at the weekend, and everyone else's happens next week. I tend to get grumpy at this time of year because there are so many things to do and so little daylight in which to do them, and most of the things that need doing seem so useless to my overly-practical mind.

This year is actually going better than most -- I managed to get presents for lots of people at the Gallery without much pain, and I think a similar trick will work for my family. I've managed not to miss the last posting date for America, and I've still got a couple of days for the inland cards. Finally, I made cakes long ago, and only have to work out how to carry one three hundred miles by train. It'll all be fine.

Actually, Gallery Christmas went quite well, with lovely people, silliness, and the usual levels of overcatering. I was, in several ways, not at my most socially acceptable though. To those affected, I'm sorry. Must try harder.

Light engineering

2007-12-01T17:35:36Z

I recently found myself rereading the Road Vehicles Lighting Regulations in order to refute something on cam.misc. This turned out to be unfortunate, because it caused me to discover that despite my previous efforts, my bike trailer wasn't properly lit. Being a bit on the wide side, it needed a near-side front light, and being rather low it needed some effort putting into getting the rear reflector 35cm above the road.

After a bit of design work, I bought some bits from Mackay's this morning and set about making a bracket this afternoon. It was a bit more ambitious than my previous bits of metalwork, not that that's saying much, but it all seems to have worked nonetheless, and it didn't break on a ride around the block. Eventually, I took some photos of what I'd done, mostly to stop myself standing around in the garage admiring my handiwork and getting cold.

<http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/2007-12-01_trailer/>

Pretty pictures

2007-11-07T23:06:47Z

So, at the start of the year I got a shiny new camera, but for one reason and another, it didn't fit very well with the way the old pictures bit of my Web site was set up. I made plans to rework that part of the site, and as my plans tend to do, it took a while to get anywhere. Now, though, I've finally got my cat more or less together, and <http://bjh21.me.uk/pictures/> has many of this year's photos. I've also had a few of my favourites printed, and hung them on the walls of the Gallery, but there's not much point in my advertising that here.

Ears

2007-08-24T18:16:56Z

This morning I decided that I didn't want to spend the entire Bank-Holiday weekend feeling ill, and set off in search of a doctor. My previous surgery had told me the last time I was there that I was now living outside their catchment area, and that I'd need to find somewhere new, and this seemed like a good occasion for it. I tried the surgery on Huntingdon Road, but their list was full. Bridge Stree, though, were quite happy to deal with me, and have the great advantage of being within walking distance of my office. They've also got some very swanky new premises with a waiting room that overlooks All Saints' Garden.

The nice doctor peered at my ears, went "ew" and bemoaned her lack of technology for sucking the gunge out of them. She also bemoaned the fact that her only thermometer required line of sight to an eardrum, which she really didn't have. Still, I've now got antibiotics, both oral and aural, and an intruction to come back when things get better, or don't.

Hearing impaired

2007-08-23T16:17:49Z

Sometimes, I am what can only be described as an utter idiot. The current consequence of this is that my ears hurt, I've got a slight fever, and I've mislaid about two thirds of my hearing. I don't doubt that I'll recover, and I hope that this time I'll have learned my lesson. In case I haven't, though, anyone seeing me poking at my ears, whether with a finger or a biro, or whatever, should tell me to stop it.

Now I should write out 100 times, "ear canals are not toys". *sigh*

Inglorious mud

2007-07-03T13:22:05Z

Last Sunday was fun. Not only did we have the usual Sunday Galleryings, but Gareth and I went on an unexpectedly long cycle ride. My plan had been to head west to seomwhere past Hardwick, take a photo of a particular 1km grid square and come home. After I'd taken the photo, though, we discovered at first hand why cycling on clay after the rain is inadvisable. We did eventually make it out onto metalled roads, but not until both of our bikes had jammed solid with mud more than once.

Our route is at <http://bjh21.me.uk/tracks/2007-07-01.html>, now with a nifty link to GPS Visualizer for generating more interesting maps.

As for why I'm hunting grid squares, blame <http://www.geograph.org.uk>.