October 2024 – Mick and Liesel's Antics

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Autumn really has clambered out of bed and got its clothes on now. It’s that time of year when the Sun feels nice on your back but there’s a cold wind in your face. Sometimes Northenden and Wythenshawe do look quite pretty. Not to mention nearby ‘hoods.

This tree is in Cheadle Hulme, and we pass it on the walk from Jenny’s house to school when we’re picking up the children. We checked, and the mushrooms were still growing at the foot of the tree over the road.

Martha, William and I were dropped off near the playground in Riverside Park. I ended up chatting with a fellow grandfather, named Fred, which was a bit off-putting: I was counting to 20 while William hid somewhere and I was meant to seek him. Oops. We got there in the end, but I think my hiding places were better than his 😉

While here, I checked that my microphone was working and I started to record a short piece, a travelogue, for Wythenshawe Radio, about Riverside Park. This is for Our Earth Week, which lasts from 11 to 17 November. You’ll hear about it on Wythenshawe Radio and many other community radio stations around the country. I won’t be in England at the time. I was dead pleased with myself for remembering to do this today. I even asked Martha and William a couple of questions. It all sounded pretty good as I was going along. Before going home, we visited Costa, mainly for the toilet. But of course, I felt obliged to buy a babyccino, a cookie and a coffee. I played back my mini documentary just to see how good it was. Only it wasn’t. I had 26 seconds of me saying, ‘this seems to be working’, a rustle as I put the phone in my pocket and then, nothing else.

After that major disappointment at my own ineptitude, I let Martha and William use my phone for a while. I didn’t realise at the time, but they took very many pictures of themselves, and of me, with some filters turned on.

One day, I’ll be in the right place, at the right time, with the right conditions, to see and take pictures of the Northern Lights myself. Meanwhile, here’s a picture from Anchorage, Alaska.

Liesel, Leslie and I joined a large walking group in Heald Green. It was a walk we’d done before, and we were warned again about how muddy it was in places, and about the five stiles we’d have to climb over. It was a very pleasant hike, nobody fell over and it didn’t rain. We greeted some sheep, alpacas, donkeys and horses on the way around the loop. But the highlight was undoubtedly the family of toadstools in the field, not quite a fairy ring.

Walk-a-Day walking group on the golf course

At about the halfway point, we had a break on the golf course. Liesel and I hadn’t brought a snack but a kind gentleman whose name eludes me offered us Penguin biscuits.

We passed by a tree from which growns nylon rope. I didn’t think such a specimen would survive in this north-western English climate, but, it seems, nature always wins.

More interesting than that though was the huge greenhouse full of tomato plants. I don’t think I’ve seen so many in one place since Sarah and I were in Guernsey all those years ago.

After a quick snack at home, I picked Martha up and we joined another session with the Wythenshawe Star Gazers group. After a fairly clear day, it was overcast when we arrived. Fortunately, the cloud dispersed and we were able to view such objects as the Moon (couldn’t miss it really), Saturn, Comet Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, the Andromeda galaxy and the Seven Sisters. Unfortunately, our viewing conditions were less than optimal, as we were in a car park surrounded by lots of flood lights. So, thanks to Kyle for bringing along binoculars and telecopes. Martha and the other young people took part in a quiz, and they were each rewarded with a space-themed Lego set.

No, I wouldn’t normally let Martha lie down in the middle of a car park.

Martha took this picture and suitably annotated it

One of Kyle’s telescopes can be programmed to look at a specific object in the sky. It then sends the image to your phone, which builds up a picture over time. Here is one result:

Saturn, just before it disappeared behind a shed

Martha got home really late, but it doesn’t matter because the next day was the last school day of term. She was already tired from the school disco earlier on, so all in all, an exciting, exhausting day for young Martha.

Plans to revisit Riverside Park were shelved due to torrential rain, but I eventually made the pilgrimage on Saturday while Liesel and her Mom went out somewhere. I recorded about six minutes of nonsense, checking every few seconds that I really was recording this time.

At home I edited this down to just over three minutes and sent it to the Our Earth Day Coordinator at WFM. And that completes my commitment to Wythenshawe Radio for the time being. The actual weekly show, titled Happy Endings, was also uploaded to be broadcast as usual the following Wednesday at 10 in the morning.

Here’s a bonus picture from Wythenshawe Star Gazers. Thanks to Kyle and Dave for sending this:

Yes, the comet, as seen from Wythenshawe, despite being really close to the lights of the airport.

Let’s go to the seaside since it’s half-term. So we did, with William and Martha. And what a fun day we had at Formby, where we’ve not been for nearly a year.

From the car park, we walk up and over the sand dunes to the beach itself. On this occasion though, we also had to jump down a cliff, an escarpment. It looks like the tides and/or the rain have shifted a lot of sand recently.

Even though the Sun was out, the wind was quite cold, but that didn’t dampen the children’s spirits. We all wore Wellington boots but only the children wandered so far into the sea that their boots were inundated.

As the tide came in, we moved further up the beach and we finally settled near the dunes for our picnic lunch. Although it was half-term, there weren’t that many other people on the beach. Neither did we come across any jellyfish.

For a brief moment, looking south, black clouds threatened to ruin the day, but other than hiding the Sun for a moment, they were harmless. William helped(?) Martha construct a castle with a moat, and it was delightful to see the moat filled with water following one particularly large wave.

At one point, a police car was driven along the beach at a ridiculous speed, and I’m sorry to say I was hoping the vehicle would get bogged down in a quicksand.

We walked back to the car and then to the public toilets. Oh and look, the ice cream van is right next door to the loos: what are the chances? So we had a disgusting Mr Whippy and the best part, for me, were the two chocolate Flakes.

On the way home, William fell asleep on Martha’s shoulder.

We ran some errands in the evening and I finished off all the administrative taskson the PC which then left a whole day in which to pack for our upcoming trip, turn off most of the devices and run around grabbing items that we’d forgotten to pack in the first place.

We met up with the children and their parents for an evening meal at Albert’s in Didsbury. Again we bemoaned the fact that Greens has now closed for business. But Albert’s was good, as usual.

In the morning, our cab arrived punctually and we arrived at Manchester Airport in very good time. If we’d been a couple of minutes earlier, we would have spent less time in the check-in queue because we would have beaten the large school party from Derby! Hello Littleover Community School, we hope you have a great time in Iceland. No prizes for guessing our final destination.

Miles and Masks

Usually when we drive over to Sale Water Park, it’s to catch the tram into Manchester. This time we were joining an organised walk. We arrived in good time, as did a few others. The one person who didn’t make it was the leader, thanks to problems on the tram network. So the rest of us improvised, walked along the river to Chorlton Water Park for a nice stroll around the smaller body of water.

While the others continued their walk, Liesel, Leslie and I walked back along the river and had a well-deserved rest in the pub, Jackson’s Boat. I enjoyed my half of bitter shandy. The cheese and onion crisps were far too salty, but we persevered and finished the packet.

The drive to Lyme Park was long and slow. Everyone else was out for a drive on this beautiful sunny day too. We’d arranged to meet Jenny, Liam and the kiddoes for a walk here too. But only after coffee and scones and a fraught walk to the café from the car park. Fraught? Mainly because Martha and William were running down to and jumping through and across the stream. Neither of them fell in or fell over, so I would have lost that five bob bet if I’d been able to place it.

Plans to go for a longer walk around the grounds were shelved. Instead, we visited the children’s playground where we adults had plenty of exercise following the children around from swings to roundabouts to slides.

We didn’t see any deer at Lyme Park on this occasion, but our desire to see big, scary monsters was satisfied at home a couple of days later.

Yes, this huge spider appeared in our bathroom, in the middle of the night. I watched him walk around the room a couple of times, worried that he’d fit through the gap under the door and invade our bedroom. Poor old thing exited via the window during a torrential downpour, but I knew Liesel would be pleased.

Sometimes I find Noel Coward a bit twee, but sometimes he’s very funny. The three of us met up with Sue from the Thrive walks and we went to see Hay Fever at the local Northenden Theatre. This amateur group put on a very good performance, and there were some funny lines in the play. But as I said at the time, none of the characters were particularly likeable. Which can only mean it was well written and well acted.

As well as there being loads of spiders around (some indoors) and lots of cobwebs outside, it also seems to be fungus season. We’ve had mushrooms growing on the grass in our communal car park. They appear overnight and disappear just as quickly. The ones pictured are growing around the base of a tree that we pass on the walk from Martha and William’s house to their school. Martha noticed that there were at least two different kinds of mushroom here, too. She also knew that it probably wasn’t safe to eat any of them.

From school, we took them to the exciting shopping centre that is Wythenshawe, the so-called Civic. While they browsed in the craft shop, I wandered over to the pharmacy to pick up some meds. They couldn’t give me everything, so I said I’d return in a couple of days. Which I did.

Back at our home, William and Martha enjoyed decorating their masks so it was very difficult to tell them apart afterwards… no, not really.

I was discumgalligumfricated when Liesel sent me a photo marking the occasion of our car coming of age.

I was hoping to be a passenger as the odometer changed from 99999 to 100000 but instead, I found myself at home while Liesel was driving home from her physio appointment. I’ll just have to wait for 200,000 now. Still, who’d have thought our old but faithful jalopy would make it four times around the planet?

I had a bit of fun with the newly installed Google Assistant on my phone. I think all these so-called Artificial Intelligence things should be treated with a large pinch of salt. By the way, I didn’t ask for it, it just appeared during the latest software update.

The aurora borealis has been visible a couple of times this week but not from our apartment. The combination of bright lights in our communal car park and a big tree blocking out much of the sky means that we don’t stand a chance of seeing any fascinating celestial phenomena in a northerly direction. But we did have a couple of pretty sunsets though, better in real life than these photos of course.

But I’m pleased to say the aurora was captured by our friends over there in Wythenshawe.

Thanks to Wythenshawe Star Gazers.

Back on terra firma, Northenden and Wythenshawe haven’t changed much since last week. Although someone and their bad driving have rearranged the street furniture just along the road from where we live.

And finally… a big welcome to baby Foxy, lots of love to you, sister Gypsy and Mum and Dad Bambi and Brett from all of us here in the old country.

Three Concerts and a Nokia

On a typical day, I drag myself out of bed much later than everyone else. I can get up early if I have to, if something exciting is occurring, but usually, I wake up, listen to a podcast or two and drift off again.

Liesel goes out for more walks than I manage, at the moment. Once, she joined a group as far away as Greenfield, the other side of Oldham. No, I’d not heard of it before, either.

The technical challenge of the week was to clear all my personal data from my old Nokia phone. Restore to factory settings. It wasn’t difficult, once the phone was charged up.

It says it’s deleting data. And it did indeed take a few minutes. A quick check however revealed that all my photos, all my music, all my contacts were still stored on the phone.

Later on, I showed Martha this old phone, claiming it was my new one. She laughed: somehow she recognised it as an old Victorian artefact. She and William were round at ours, making flowers from felt, amongst other activities.

After a pretty disappointing Summer, Autumn isn’t looking much better. The wind and the rain are definitely winning. So much wind, that many trees have been uprooted in this area. And so much rain, there are floods in some parts of the country.

We came across this branch on our walk near Kenworthy Lane Woods. Leslie was with me and a fairly large group, while Liesel was being treated by her physiotherapist. It was nice to see a little bit of colour too. Some leaves are turning red, yellow or brown, the shades of Autumn, but even that seems to be a slow process this year.

A few weeks ago, I played tracks from Tom Hingley’s new album The Grand Mal on my radio show, as Album of the Week. Imagine my surprise therefore when he announced a show in Manchester to officially launch the album. I went along to offer my support, at the small but perfectly formed venue that is The Castle Hotel.

Support was provided by Harrison Rimmer whose set was longer than most support acts.

Tom and his band played through the whole album, but nothing else, not his older songs and nothing from the Inspiral Carpets. It was good to see him again, it’s been a while. His wife Kelly was there too, but I didn’t speak to her this time.

Less than twenty-four hours later, we were all back in Manchester for another concert. This time, we went to the Bridgewater Hall to see the Hallé Orchestra playing Top of the Classics.

Before the show, we had to eat. Our first choice of eaterie could let us have a table, but we wouldn’t be able to order food for 45 minutes. So we went over the road to HOME, where for the second time ever, I had a margherita and a margarita together.

The show was brilliant, Leslie enjoyed it too, tapping her feet and clapping along to some well-known classics and a couple of lesser-known tunes. Apparently, my humming along was a little louder than I realised.

Zeb Soanes, Hallé Orchestra conducted by Simon Bell

The narrator was Zeb Soanes who I remember from reading the Shipping Forecast for many years on Radio 4. He now presents a show on Classic FM. And if we thought the conductor was exuberant, he had nothing on the first violinist. I think he must have had ants in his pants.

So, two late nights in a row in Manchester, something my old carcass isn’t really used to any more.

So of course, I went out again just a few days later. I bought tickets for Tom Robinson way back in February. And for a while, I thought we’d miss the show because we’d be in Alaska. Luckily (?!) I became ill and we had to postpone the trip. Tom and the band peformed songs from the very first two Tom Robinson Band albums, Power in the Darkness and TRB2. This was a return visit for me to Band on the Wall. Last time, there were seats. This time, they expected 450 of us mainly old blokes to stand for three hours. I went upstairs and found a seat. I was further away from the stage, so the photos aren’t that good, but at least I was sitting down!

Tonight’s support act was someone from Nottingham, Rob Green, who Tom got to know via his BBC Introducing show on 6 Music. He was very good, funny and entertaining.

Tom was genuinely delighted to see so many people here, some of us younger than his 74 years of age. He says there are three things he doesn’t like about getting old. He has to print out some of the lyrics. Then he has to wear glasses so he can read the lyrics. And, er…

I took a taxi home and arrived before I would have reached the bus station if I’d chosen to walk there. But I’m ahead of myself. Three gigs in six days is quite an achievement.

This week, we took the children to Let Loose, another soft play space over in Hazel Grove. Liesel and Leslie had another WI meeting to attend in the evening, so no family meal at home. Today was the first of October, but Let Loose was already decorated and set up for Halloween.

We had a snack here too before taking the children home.

I glanced at the never-ending To-Do list and picked something out at random. I remember a nice, warm day in May, 1968, when we at school were all escorted out on to the sports field. The professional photographer was here to take a picture of the whole school. The photo is over a metre long. Of course, it was never framed and instead, it’s been stored, rolled up, bashed and battered in a box, for over half a century. I decided it was time to pass it onto the school’s own archivist. But not before I took pictures of the aged old photo.

What I found sad was that I spent at least five years of my life with these foks and now, I can only name about five or six of them. I wonder whatever happened to my old scool buddies?

I think there must have been something in the air in Wythenshawe on the day we wandered around the pond in Painswick Park. Maybe there are now some tasty morsels in the water. Most of the geese, at some point, stuck their derrières in the air for that perfect photo opportunity.

Arguably the Craftwork of the Week award goes to Liesel for her beautiful and functional Mug Cosy.

After I submitted revised repeats for a few weeks, I managed to cobble together a brand new show this week for Wythenshawe Radio, WFM 97.2. Having been to so many concerts recently, the theme of the show was Concerts. Concerts and Gigs! You can listen to it right here, if you need something on in the background for a couple of hours.