… was a beautiful day:
This weekend, I realised yet again how we can live for years in one place and miss so much:
Chiminage. OED — ‘A toll formerly paid for liberty of passage through a forest.’ ‘Etymology: Old French cheminage right of way’. (Feudal Law.) Never knew that, and never paid much attention to the road name before yesterday.
They’re starting work on the new allotments, near the Kennet. Hard, slow work, but a beautiful spot:
And on Saturday, the Kennet was itself looking very fine:
We have other faces, too, of course, and Sunday was an altogether different day, much more suited to catching this:
Beautiful weather. Colder now, tonight, but life’s stirring and today there was much sun — and long shadows.
The sharp winter weather, clear skies and brilliant sun made this a great weekend for walking and noticing. I’m kind of between cameras, mentally, at least, and all I took with me was my iPhone 4. On the Saturday, I walked further than I’d intended to when starting out: the day was just too good.
— via Instagram (Hefe). Lichen, stone and iron.
— via Instagram (Amaro). Sky, clouds, plane. (A Hercules, I think.)
— via Instagram (Hefe). Ice and track.
— via Instagram (Earlybird). Abandoned house, Fyfield Down.
— via Instagram (Normal). The Ridgeway.
And this, just via the phone, unprocessed, caught more of the sweep and openness than I’d expected it to, though much of detail of the foreground is lost.
Not bad for a camera that isn’t even one of the “cameras” I think I’m between.
There’s not much rubbish now in our black bin. It used to be full at the end of each fortnight. I took this photo at the end of a week at home on my own and assumed things would be different once there were more of us — but no, not really.
Everyone knows without thinking about it that a lot of packaging must now be recyclable, but it’s still surprising when you can see the difference recycling makes — and more surprising to realise how much household waste (now we make our own compost) is packaging.
That’s one week of recyclable waste, with half of a smallish Labrador included in the picture for scale.
What’s made the practical difference is the recent opening of our own local household recycling centre. It’s been done very well and turns out to be an appealing place to visit. Waste centres really did use to be tips.
At the black bin end of things, I wonder when the “secret” chip will start to be used? Remember that story from August 2006?
- Independent — 500,000 wheelie bins ‘have a spy in the lid’
- Engadget — RFID bugs found in the bottom of British “wheelie bins”
- BBC — Bugged bins to promote recycling
- And my favourite headline from that month: Evening Standard — Germans plant bugs in our wheelie bins
There’s even a Wikipedia entry: Bin bug.
I love this valley, its seasons, idiosyncratic weather and endless changes. This last couple of months, we’ve seen some alterations. After a long, cold winter, we’re coming through. There’s a gleam to lots of what surrounds us right now, but always that wide, arching sky over the sweep of the land, even down here in the valley, and the next winter to be considered.