June 2024 – Mick and Liesel's Antics

Take a bow

Half a century ago, whenever we went for a walk in the countryside, we’d count the number of species of butterfly observed out in the wild. Today, we’re lucky if we see more than one or two single specimens on a given jaunt. So imagine my delight when I saw loads of butterflies all in one place.

Alright, maybe this is cheating. Still, it brightened up the day a little.

I went for a job interview.

“Do you have experience as a barista?”

“Yes, of course, loads,” I lied.

“Can you make toasties and paninis?”

“Yes, I have plenty of experience in that field.”

“And how do you get on serving members of the public?”

“Oh, I’m very friendly and efficient, and I have a good eye for detail.”

“That’s all good to hear. And how are your knot tying skills?”

“Knot tying?”

“Yes.”

“Why would I need to tie knots?”

“We have a drawer full of short pieces of string from the second world war, handed down from grandparents to parents and now on to us. After all these years, those pieces of string are finally being put to good use.”

“OK.”

“When we wrap out cutlery in a napkin, we tie the whole thing up with a piece of string.”

“Oh, sounds good to me. Will a reef knot do?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And so it came to pass that someone (not really me, obviously) now has the job of lashing up knives and forks inside a paper napkin with surplus WW2 string.

I think it adds to the experience of having a snack at this particular café, especially for someone like me who has only just cut their finger nails, thereby adding to the challenge of untying a short length of old cord.

By the way, the flapjack was pretty good too.

Meanwhile, in Alaska, Liesel and friends spent a couple of days in Hope. Lots of hiking took place and, I suspect, plenty of chatting and laughing.

Bench, featuring Monica, Jyoti and Liesel

Anchorage is somewhere over there, on the other side of the water.

On a previous occasion, we all visited Hope in the family motor home. Klaus was driving and, just outside Hope, the van broke down. It turned out to be a fault with the motherboard: there was no way to override the computer that controls the vehicle. Luckily, Liesel and I had our tandem with us, so we cycled the final few miles into town, while Klaus waited for a mechanic, not easy out in the middle of nowhere.

On this occasion, Liesel and friends experienced no such trauma and they had a high old time in their rustic accommodation.

I went over to Cheadle Hulme to watch the children swimming, after which, I sat in their garden playing and enjoying the sunshine. Martha and William were looking forward to a visit to the local toyshop to buy some weaponry.

I told Martha that the rubber suckers at the end of the arrow are not only safer, but they’re so you can stick the arrows to your Daddy’s forehead.

After a period of very unSummerlike weather (yes, I just invented a word), the Sun came out and the temperature increased. Some might attribute this improvement to Liesel and her Mom bringing better weather with them from Anchorage. It was a relief to see them both emerge into Manchester Airport which, just 48 hours earlier, had had to cancel several flights due to a power cut. I was also pleased to see that their luggage, unlike mine, had not taken a short vacation on its own. The rest of the day was spent trying to stay awake.

We didn’t see much wildlife this week, except on TV, where we spent a short amount of time in Kenya.

That elephant was motionless for a couple of minutes, I was beginning to think it might be a cardboard cutout, but it did eventually wake up, twitch and wander off. Sadly, the woods and parks of Northenden and Wythenshawe are not inhabited by such exotic creatures. On Wednesday, more people joined the regular walk than usual, about 20 of us altogether, including a couple of folks new to me. So it’s a good job Boxx2Boxx have moved to bigger premises, we’d never have all got into the old site at the same time! I did however take pictures of some local flora, thinking, this’ll do.

And this week’s radio show was Give and Take, songs about giving time and love and taking me out drinking and that look off your face, or something. You can listen here, as always.

Families

One thing you don’t expect to see too often is large mammals pretending to be small birds. Liesel witnessed a moose embedding itself amongst a gang of geese on the lagoon near her Mom’s apartment.

Can you see the moose?

Liesel remembered to take a picture of a sand hill crane family, spotted quite a long way off.

Can you see the chick? Clue: it’s the smudge between the two adults.

It’s been an exciting week in Anchorage observing wildlife.

Can you seee the cygnet?

Meanwhile, in Brookvale, Australia, Helen has a new neighbour.

I think it’s a possum, and I imagine it didn’t hang around long when it saw Helen with her phone camera.

Closer to home, William and Martha took part in the School Colour Run. They ran about half a marathon and ended up covered in paint. Yes, they earned their medals! Actually, I’m not sure how long the run was, maybe it was a whole marathon.

Sometimes, when I tell Liesel I’m busy, and she asks what am I doing, I’ll respond, “Things to do, places to go, people to see,” or some variation thereof. Well, this week, I re-discovered where I (probably) first came across this perfect response. I am still watching old, classic Doctor Who episodes, and I had to rewind this bit just to make sure…

Thanks for the memory, Tom Baker, the fourth Doctor, from about 1978.

Some of the things I needed to do this week included seeing the dental hygienist, visiting a GP and having a blood test.

Some of the people I saw this week were fellow walkers around Northenden and Wythenshawe. There’s a narrow, single-file path along the river, but it’s even narrower now because of all the overgown plants, brambles, grass, nettles and more.

This week, Summer Solstice coincided with a so-called Strawberry Moon. The night before, it wasn’t quite full, but the Moon did indeed look pink-ish as it set over Wythenshawe. I Tweeted (or should that now be 𝕏ed?) my best photo, but my phone camera really didn’t pick up the colour.

I can’t remember the last time I went to a cinema for a midnight showing. It might well be The Gate Cinema in Notting Hill, about 50 years ago. Anyway, this week, I took the plunge and visited Didsbury Cineworld for a once in a lifetime late night showing of the final two episodes of the current series of Doctor Who. I’d seen The Legend of Ruby Sunday on TV last week, of course, but this was the first time we’d seen the final episode, Empire of Death. It was fun to hear everyone in the audience respond in unison to the story, gasps and intakes of breath. And yes, of course I’ll watch it again on proper TV later on, but it was great to see it on a big screen.

On this week’s radio show, I decided to catch up with some of the new music released while I was away. So, to go with all the new releases, I made the theme of the show New Things. You can listen right here on Mixcloud.

Gooses and Mooses

The family have been having a wonderful time at Disney World, enjoying the rides, the food and the exciting weather, thunder and lightning in between all the glorious sunshine. So here are a couple of final pictures from their trip.

Oh hang on, no, that’s not Disneyworld. That was Didsbury Festival. I’m sure there are no copyright issues here, and I am aware that Disney do have a team of very good, very expensive lawyers.

I should have walked over but in the end, I drove to Didsbury Festival and had a good look around. Apart from fairground rides, there were very many food and drink stalls. Several national organisations such as Greenpeace were represented, but I was more fascinated by the local groups. I said hello to Liesel’s WI mates. And I did think this group might have more calls on their time in Anchorage:

Liesel visited Talkeetna for a couple of days: it’s a long drive north of Anchorage. When we married, eighteen years ago, we had a party at Talkeetna Roadhouse. It’s tradition to leave a bottle top there on a door frame, and I’m pleased to say our Freixenet bottle top is still there, although our hand-written legend is faded.

Last year, there was no Women’s Tour of Britain Bicycle Race, but I’m glad to say it’s back, and I’ve been following it this week on ITV4 and via a podcast called On Yer Bike, hosted by my old friend Sanny Rudravajhala. The fourth and final stage took place in Manchester so I had to go along and support the riders.

I went by public transport, hoping to see the start and the end of the race, even if I didn’t witness the more challenging terrain along the 99 km route.

This picture shows how we dress for Summer in Manchester this year. Very few people in shorts and t-shirts, which would be my default dress code in June, which is supposed to be warm, after all.

Anyway, Manchester public transport. I left in very good time, but I still missed the start of the race at the National Cycle Centre. I heard the announcements from way over there, but I didn’t see anything. The bus got held up as a direct result of the roads being closed for the race, and the driver was reluctant to open the door and let us off. Jobsworth.

I did enjoy the musical entertainment though, provided by a group of drummers.

In fact, I recorded their rhythms and beats and I think this might become my new ringtone.

Oh well, I had plenty of time to get to Leigh to witness the end of today’s race. In fact, I had so much time, I thought I’d spend some of it in the Central Library. I wasn’t allowed in because it was closed, due to ‘an event’ which you had to book. What event? I have no idea. But, every cloud… I visited the café in the Art Gallery instead where I enjoyed one of their Cheese and Marmite scones.

As time went on, the rain worsened and I felt bad for the riders. The bus ride to Leigh was interesting. Part of the route takes the bus along a Guided Busway. What’s to stop cars driving along this former railway line? There are car traps, big holes, at road junctions.

I’ve never been to Leigh before, but I don’t suppose it’s always this cold and wet and miserable. Hooray, it was good to take shelter inside Spinning Gate shopping centre, but in a very British move, on a day when a big event is taking place in town, I noticed the public toilets were closed, as they always are, on a Sunday.

After the long, wet walk from the bus station to the sports centre, Leigh Sports Village, it was good to see so many spectators here. I found a spot 125 metres before the finishing line. I watched the race on the big TV screen but I was ready for the riders. Again, yes, I should have had a real camera.

The leading group were racing right up to the line, and in the end, it was quite a while before we discovered who’d won the stage. I think the announcer was building up excitement and expectations, but it worked, many of us, despite the downpour, stayed to watch the presentation ceremony. Ruby Roseman-Gannon won the stage and World Champion Lotte Kopecky won the overall Tour. Lizzie Deignan was Queen of the Mountains. I’m sure we’ll see all of them again at the Olympics.

Officials from British Cycling presented some of the awards, and they received a modicum of applause from the audience. Dame Sarah Storey takes the prize for the most support from the crowd, very loud cheers and lots of applause as she presented the prize to the Best Young Rider, Eline Jansen. Representatives from the sponsor, Lloyds Bank, well, they probably only expected half a dozen claps each from the crowd anyway.

Later on, I watched highlights of the race on TV and I was surprised and delighted to see my hat onscreen. Another small contribution to my fifteen minutes of fame.

News from abroad now. Jenny, Liam, Martha and William enjoyed their final day in Florida before returning home for work (boo) and for school (hmmm).

Meanwhile, in Alaska, Liesel was spotting some wildlife. By the lake in Talkeetna, a Mommy moose was looking after her twin calves.

I’ve known my friend Ruth for just about fifty years now, and it was lovely to meet up with her for the first time in at least a decade over at Quarry Bank. We had a good catch-up and a very pleasant walk. It was tempting, but neither of us were brave enough to pick the strawberry.

There were a few other visitors here today, but I think most of the other people we saw were gardeners, loads of them, all very busy. Lots of foxgloves too, but they weren’t doing much other than looking pretty.

Ruth went off to RHS Bridgewater and I returned home. I hope we can meet up again before another decade passes!

I scored a hattrick this week, attending all three of the regular Thrive Manchester walks. It was nice to see the old faces again, and some new ones.

Oops, I did it again. I left home in very good time with a view to catching a bus to one of the walks. A funeral procession held up traffic, including my bus. So I arrived late. But then so did Chantel, the leader, so I didn’t feel too bad!

In Painswick Park, it was hard to avoid all the goose guano on the path, and nobody can walk on tiptoes for that long. On the other side of the pond, we were approached by a herd, a swarm, a veritable gaggle of goslings.

If that wasn’t exciting enough, I set off on an adventure. I took a tram from Wythenshawe to the airport and then caught the bus back home. Why? Well, I’ve never done that before and I wanted to see how convenient the public transport option is at the airport. Will we travel by bus or tram with luggage? Very unlikely.

A schedule of Wythenshawe Radio shows is posted at the Forum. My show now goes out on Wednesday morning and I am described as ‘inimitable’.

I’ll take it as a compliment but… why the quotes? And no, I didn’t mention it at the volunteers’ meeting where it was nice to see some old faces and some new ones.

The theme of my show this week was Red Things. You can listen to over two hours of fabulous music right here on Mixcloud.

Arthur and Sheila

Flaming June, or as my Dad often referred to it, flamin’ ‘orrible June. The start of meteorological Summer but looking out of the window, walking the streets and taking on board all the weather forecasts, it’s not looking good. I don’t think this will be one of our best, warmest Summers. Maybe one of the coolest and wettest. Being British, I’m always going to whinge about the weather, I suppose.

While we were away, we missed seeing Count Arthur Strong at the Lowry. The tickets were passed on to some lucky listeners of Wythenshawe Radio. So you can imagine my delight when I found out that Count Arthur was appearing at the Plaza in Stockport. I bought myself a ticket and enjoyed a night out.

The venue is an old cinema, and rather than playing records before the start of the show, we enjoyed music played on the organ.

The show was very funny of course, and the second half educational too. If you ever get the chance to see the Count’s presentation on the history of The Beatles, grab it with both hands. I only remembered to take a picture right at the end of the performance, it was that engaging.

Afterwards, I walked back to the car park through the dark, brooding streets of Stockport. There were a few other people around, but it’s certainly not the hustling, bustling, vibrant town that Manchester is late on a Saturday evening.

Call me a sad old git, but I decided not to go to a gig that I’d been looking foward to. Local band Hann (who very nearly appeared on my show a while ago, but that’s another story) have a new record out. They were in concert quite locally. But then I saw that there were three or four other bands on beforehand, and that they, Hann, wouldn’t take to the stage until about ten o’clock. So, yes, I didn’t go: instead, I went to bed instead.

The car returned to the garage for some more work. Last week, it got a new battery, so it could start and go. This week, it received new brakes, so it can also stop, now. It’s a wonderful, ethically run garage, and reasonably priced too.

I paid a visit to Dunham Massey, and so did everyone else on the same day. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the place so busy, but I had a nice walk, thanks for asking. My day was ruined though because they no longer allow me to ride the deer.

These birch trees always look magificent, and I waited a long time until there were no humans in sight. The rose garden was very colourful, and I’m sure some of the flowers were scented, but my schnozz didn’t seem to be working fully.

It was good to see some busy bees going about their buzziness too.

I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but to me, it seemed more like a drunkard’s walk than a carefully thought out, methodical route, as they flew from bloom to bloom.

Although the place was heaving with people, the deer were very accessible. You had to be careful where you walked, and I’m sure they had to careful where they ate too.

While we’re thinking about wild animals, here’s one that Liesel saw over there in Alaska.

I was quite impressed that Liesel had encountered a black bear while on on a hike somewhere in or near Anchorage. But no. She said it had been at a wildlife reserve visited a few weeks ago.

And if a bear isn’t scary enough, what do you think of this beastie?

What else might be a bit scary is being stranded on an island. That is the premise of the play Sheila’s Island. I saw a performance of this, just up the road at Northenden Players Theatre Company, the amateur theatre group. It was very entertaining, funny and the set was really well done for such a small space. I arrived in a bit of a state though. I thought the performance started at 8pm. But when I checked my phone to confirm I had the ticket, I saw that it was in fact 7.30. I had ten minutes to leg it up the road and I arrived, puffed yes, but in good time.

We have a General Election on July 4th so to mark the occasion, the theme of the show this week was Elections. You can listen to it right here on Mixcloud. Really looking forward to having a new government.