The Pinnacle of Human Achievement

Horatio Nelson began his naval career at the tender age of 12 and rose through the ranks mostly in constant battle with the French, losing the sight in his right eye in 1793 at Corsica, and most of his right arm in 1797 at Tenerife when it was hit by a musketball. The Battle of Trafalgar in 1805 was Nelson’s last and greatest engagement and saw a decisive win under his command of a combined French and Spanish fleet. Towards the end of the battle Nelson was hit by a marksman from the Redoutable firing at a range of 50 feet. Nelson’s last words were: “Thank God, I have done my duty. Kiss me, Hardy.”

Following a series of successful discoveries David Livingstone returned to Africa In January 1866 to seek the source of The Nile. Thus started an expedition which was to last seven years and end in his death. He completely lost contact with the outside world for six years and was ill for the last four. After nothing was heard from him for many months Henry Stanley, an explorer and journalist, set out to find Livingstone. This resulted in their meeting near Lake Tanganyika in October 1871 during which Stanley uttered the famous phrase: 'Dr Livingstone I presume?' Livingstone did not achieve his objective, but was the first white man to see many geographical features such as Victoria Falls and became a national hero.

If you’re wondering where all of this is leading… during the week ending Tuesday 27 October 2009 John McKinnie (me, myself, the person writing this blog) became the first simultaneous holder of all the family trophies. The pitch and putt title was won against sons David and John on Thursday 22 October, the tennis title was retained on the same day against son in law Barry, on Sunday 25 October the month’s pool and darts title was grabbed under the most unlikely circumstances (went into the match needing to win by three clear games and managed it in spite of an attempt by John to chalk my head rather than the cue), and finally on Tuesday 27 October the squash title was ripped from son David’s grasp (including two 9-0 wins to me!). Disregard the fact that I’m the ONLY one who can hold all titles at once… carefully engineered so there’s a mixture of opponents.  Find the comparison to Nelson and Livingstone a bit tasteless? Don’t see why, I believe they were both rubbish at squash.

So I’m going into this afternoon’s pitch and putt with a lot riding on it and will probably go round in just under a thousand. Now impervious to my wife Linda’s usual reaction to a win by me (awwwww, isn’t David feeling very well?). And I’m not going to react to the scurrilous suggestion that they’re all letting me win since it’s my birthday tomorrow. I’ve been striving for months to reach this pinnacle of specialdom and I’m gonna milk it!

On the allotment I’ve planted garlic cloves & Japanese senshyu onion seed this week,  as well as planting out my lettuce seedlings. Got a surprise when a large brown beetle squeezed its way out of the spout of one of the water barrels. Turned out to be a great diving beetle.

My oldest ancestor

I’ve discovered I’m descended from a unique individual who was born about 6,000 BC. For the first few months after birth this baby appeared no different from any other, but gradually as its first birthday approached something startling happened which made the baby different from any other person alive on earth, different from any other person who had ever lived.

The baby was born to parents living around the Black Sea during the Neolithic period when humans lived in small tribes and were moving from an existence of hunter-gatherers into more settled units who lived by agriculture. A genetic mutation meant the baby had a reduced amount of melanin in the iris of its eyes. The baby was the first human being whose eyes were blue.

Goodness knows what the mother thought as she stared at her baby’s face. Fortunately it appears the mutation was regarded as a good omen, otherwise the baby probably wouldn’t have survived… and I wouldn’t be here.

There’s now probably less than 10% of the world’s population that has blue eyes, under 25% for Caucasians, and it’s becoming increasingly more rare as humans intermarry between ethnic groups.

It was actually my left handedness that brought up thoughts of things genetic. About 8% of humans are cack handed. None of our four children are left handed, not surprising since we should have gone on to have another six before having a left hander. But BOTH my grandsons are left handed, and the jury’s out on my two granddaughters… they’re too young at present to be consistent. Since there’s no other instance of left handedness in the families I know that trait has come from my dad, to me, skipped a generation with my children and landed up with my grandchildren. They also have pale blue eyes like me and my dad, but the origin for that is less certain since I’m not the only family member with blue eyes.

It’s set me pondering about physical traits passed down. Linda has done a fantastic job on our family history, ending up with over 320 individuals on our family tree dating back as far as 1688, and yet more to come when we crack my dad’s side of the family, where we’ve only managed to get back as far as my Irish great grandparents born about 1850. But isn’t it a pity a note of physical traits aren’t kept to help understand why we look as we do. My eldest daughter Becky has the long face of her great grandmother McKinnie (nee Francis Dolan Nicol), passed from my dad, through me, to her. Or my eldest son David, who has the dark features of the Richardsons from Lancaster passed through Linda’s mum.

Was definitely feeling the presence of the dearly departed when making my first night allotment visit of the autumn to tend the feathered fiends. Working Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I won’t be seeing light on these evening visits until Spring.

Parking in the cemetery is probably not a good start to make on a dark and windy night, but all went well until I walked onto my plot. From the corner of my blue eye I suddenly noticed a shadowy image keeping pace with me on the adjoining plot. Nearly jumped out of my skin until I realised it was a shadow cast from the lamp I was carrying. More was to come as I walked back to the cemetery, with shadows rising from the uneven ground all around me.

When I’m doing the chickens I wear a head lamp which gives a false sense of security… all appears bright in front, but of course you stand out for miles and can’t see a thing beyond the edge of darkness. Try desperately not to think of one of my favourite science fiction films, Pitch Black… to see why I’d rather not think of it click here for a short preview.

Had our annual meeting of the Hill Rise Allotment Association last week. Usual ducking and diving when it came to the election of ‘volunteers’ to fill the various posts. I came away with the position of Secretary. To view a copy of our minutes from that meeting click here.

Video clips and photos below from the last week. Thanks for reading my blog. John

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Where did all this debt come from?

Expecting the heavy squad around any minute. Without realising it we’ve got ourselves into debt… serious debt. Just can’t figure out what we’ve spent the money on, let alone how we’re going to pay it back. But Linda and I owe more than £32,000.

And things aren’t getting better. We could cope with the interest of £115 per month, but in August we had to borrow another £630 to keep afloat.

Been in denial for a while about the whole mess. Debt is nothing new since we’ve typically owed about £10,000 in the past. But this is a whole different scale so we’ve had to think really hard about what we can do. Best we’ve come up with so far is a garage sale, when we’ll try and get a few bob for stuff we don’t really need. Reckon it’ll be worth about £630, though we may not get that since everyone’s selling. Hmmm… just realised it’s only the amount we borrowed in August, so obviously it’s not going to make much of an impact.

Sounds bad? Well, fear not… Gordon Brown to the rescue! What I’ve described above is the state of the UK finances. Gordon says he’s the best person to deal with the mess… ‘cause he got us into it??? And when he sells off assets like the Dartford Crossing we’ll find ourselves paying money to private owners to use an asset we’ve already long since paid off in crossing fees… really bright!

So here’s what I’m doing to save money. If you find they work for you and feel generous as a result you might want to consider donating 10% to the family hardship fund so I can pay off my share of the national debt that much sooner!

• My main present this Christmas will be The Road Kill Cookbook.
• All my dirty shirts are now going to the charity shop. They’ll wash and iron them and I can then buy them back for about 50p.
• Don’t be surprised if you find lots of voicemail messages from me. I’ll be ringing when I know you’re not in and leaving a message so you ring me back. If I do find you in the line will go dead after we’ve been chatting for about a minute (‘cause I’ll have put my receiver down). I’ll wait ‘till you call me back (which people always do), express surprise that the call ended, and continue the conversation at your expense.
• Will be living off free samples. For example I’m going to put the contents of free ketchup, salt, pepper and sugar sachets into empty branded bottles so the family don’t twig.

  
• Can save cash in the pub by letting mates buy the first three rounds… by the fourth they’ll have forgotten whose turn it is and at least one will be on halves by then.
• I already wash the car in the rain.
• This year I’m telling everyone we’re going away for Christmas and they’ll get presents when we get back… so I can buy their gifts in the New Year sales.
• I’ve just finished sewing all our teabags down the middle and then cutting them in half.
• My credit card is now frozen in a block of ice… filled a container with water and froze it in there so if there's something I want, waiting for the card to defrost will give me ample time to reconsider that purchase.
• I’m going for an interview with both the St John Ambulance and the Fire Services as a volunteer… can watch free Premiership football matches while waiting for a call out.
• Aiming to be much more attentive while in the supermarket checkout queue. If the person in front of me doesn't have a club card I’ll offer them mine… think of all those extra club points!

 

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Mirror mirror on the wall

Like a couple of friends who no longer have time for each other, my eyebrows seem to have agreed on an amicable separation to each do their own thing. One has a stony stare Clint Eastwood would be proud of, the other is still on the normal side. Guess it’s all part of the maturing process which means I increasingly see my dad staring out at me from the mirror. Now that’s no bad thing, since my dad has many fine features (and he reads this blog!) but isn’t there a selection menu so I could pick the best bits (of which there are many) rather than leaving it to the genes to decide? Could be worse… she’s a good looking woman but I’m not sure I could cope with seeing my mother staring out at me!

Used a facial ploy during the weekly pool and darts competition with my sons at the British Legion Club in St Ives. As John was taking a crucial shot on the pool table I asked if he’d been shaving his eyebrows. They’re no different from usual but it was enough to put him off. Tried all the other ploys at my disposal… whistling, trouser trumpeting and just generally being dad. Didn’t make any difference on the night since David won, but only by virtue of me throwing away several games on the black. So I’m currently the holder of only the tennis cup, and no doubt Barry will wrest that from my grasp tonight!

Was their first trip in the new Fiat Panther. Cue much fiddling of dials by John in the front, both complaining either too hot (David) or too cold (John). John christened the dashboard the following day on the way back from pitch and putt with a massive sneeze that had me rushing out with polish and cloth when we arrived home. He’s got yet another cold.

You may notice a slightly different appearance to this post. Been mooching around wondering what to get for my birthday… have finally decided on the latest Samsung HMX-U10 compact camcorder. But the torturous path to a decision not only took in various camcorder alternatives, but also the Sony eBook Reader, Pure Radio and various software packages to make my disorganised digital life easier. Am trying out the excellent Microsoft OneNote on trial for sixty days, but happened upon Windows Live Writer, which appears to make drafting and publishing your blog much more easy and stylish. This is the first one using the free program so judge for yourself!

On the allotment I continue struggling to identify the errant chicken who is light in the egg laying department. Still not eggseeding (sorry, couldn’t resist) three eggs per day out of four chickens. My friends to the rescue at the Garden Web forum, who’s wackier suggestions to identify the culprit were as follows:

From marlingardener, Texas

• Attach hairnets to chickens' rears and wait to see what is caught in the net

From heather38’s husband, East Coast USA

• Kill one, if you only get 2 eggs, kill another, and so on, of course the down side is you could end up with one not laying hen
• Weigh the hens the night before and after you find the eggs
• Separate them and use different radioactive isotopes in their feed, and check the resulting egg
• Use a pipette and drip different coloured food dye on their neither regions, to streak the eggs
• You invite them to a meeting, inform them that you are in the process of restructuring and productivity will be taken into consideration taken when downsizing. Each Chicken should be assigned a workstation, and appraised periodically, it may help to ask them to vary the size or colour of their eggs for easy identification. After the consultation period is over the chicken in question, (if they haven't bucked their ideas up) should be given retraining for a more suitable role. A couple of suggestions for retraining are a self basting course or wine tasting for marinating.

Not much digging progress either. Hope to right that this afternoon.

On Monday went round the Michaelmas Fair that fills the centre of St Ives for three days. Lots of rides for the grandchildren, lots of candyfloss eaten. Took some video footage but poor quality… soon by sorted with the birthday present!

Not a sausage from the publishers I sent my childrens’ book to. Give it another couple of weeks then I’ll do another two versions to My Grampy Has A Spider Up His Nose and send it as a series. Might be more attractive that way.

Thanks for reading my blog. John

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The Panther has arrived!

Picked up Monday from the Fiat dealer in Cambridge and drove home, popped over to Pidley for ten pin bowling with workmates in the evening... and it's sat in the garage ever since. Working days on Tuesday and Wednesday meant transport was via the Pashley. But verdict so far is great... nice direct feel, engine quiet (I think there's an engine in there, even if it's only 1.1 litres), comfortable to drive and looks good. See photos below. Major opinion to come today when wife Linda has her first ride in it... even if I'm only crawling along she's usually in the back complete with white knuckles. No more alternative names from the family yet other than Beth's Fiat Pansy, but I'm sure they're just working up to it.

Another major event this week was my winning the pool/darts competition against my sons on Sunday evening. Regular readers of this tome will have noticed a distinct lack of commentary recently on family cups (the winning of)... 'cause I haven't been winning! Really close on the squash and pitch and putt, and only just started playing the tennis again following small things like wedding and honeymoon getting in the way (not mine, Becky's and Barry's). Of course I'm not the actual possessor of the pool/darts cup... David has got so used to its ownership he seems strangely reluctant to actually hand it over and keeps finding all manner of excuses. At least I can claim to be the pool/darts champ (suitable alternatives suggested by sons being chimp and chump).

The pitch and putt match on Monday was an interesting one. With only me and David able to make it we decided to take his young dog Jazz, a Jack Russell Terrier. All went well until Jazz did a dump near the seventh green, resulting in me blowing my chances of a record by three putting and holing in five. Won't be able to pitch to that green from now on without worrying where my ball will land!

Not much been happening on the allotment. No progress on digging the raised beds up. Been so dry you could hardly get a spade in... the official result for September showed we had only 23% of normal rainfall, and that's in one of the driest parts of the country. My weather recording only noted a trace on a single day in the month. But at last we've had some rain in the last couple of days so hopefully I'll be able to make progress and get the rest of the potatoes up as well. Raising lettuce, and the tomatoes are still going well in the greenhouse.

Had a great family get together on Saturday, though unfortunately John's girlfriend Penny and her boys couldn't make it through illness. Stuffed ourselves with pizza, the kids LOVED the picture bingo games, to print them from the web site click here. The mazes were a great success as well, particularly with Sammy, who amazed me by doing the really complicated ones I printed for the adults to try! To access the maze generator click here. See photos below.

Finally, I forgot to complete the tale of John's king sized mattress, sitting forlornly in his flat awaiting collection as the days ticked by to the handing back of keys. Got down to a matter of hours before the deadline with no solution in sight before I made a few calls and fixed up a man with a van to collect and deliver to our house for £25... about thirty minutes from call to arrival of mattress at our house. What would I do without sons to keep me employed!

Thanks for reading my blog, John

	Picture on the front door that welcomed the grandchildren at the Saturday family get together (click to enlarge).
	The grandchildren... from left Izzy, Connor, Sammy & Paige.
	Paige and Izzy.
	After more than a month, at last some sign of decent rain. No wonder it looks really dusty... probably gathered the dust on its way down!
	Greenhouse tomatoes still going strong, even though now dark before 7pm.
	Lettuce seedlings. Think these are cos lettuce....
	... and all year round lettuce.
	The Panther front.
	Panther lateral.
	Panther inside front.
	Panther inside rear.

Bald chickens?

There's been a lot of feather moulting going on in the coop. Puzzled me a bit since I'm sure the chickens have moulted once already this year, at the beginning, right in the middle of the coldest weather. Fortunately the (un)feathered fiends appear to shed coyly and aren't as bad as this poor bird. Think mine are doing their own version of the dance of the seven feathers.

Still not managed to solve the mystery of which chicken isn't laying. Most days I get three eggs from four birds and that's been the case for months. Tried hanging around to spot the culprit but that upsets their routine and I might only get one egg as a result. Thought about placing a thread over their vents, a dab of poster paint... anything to indicate the errant gallus domesticus. All to no avail. Guess I'll have to lump it, but if anyone has any bright suggestions please add a comment.

Must do a note to my daughters... there's a danger they'll go up to the allotment and think they're on the wrong plot, it's looking sooooooooo tidy. The influence of a good woman in the form of my wife Linda, who's started to visit the allotment with me and share the tasks. Now the shed is pristine with all the onions hung up, the mess out the front is cleared and I've finished all the footings around the shed to keep Mr Rat away. Images of this miracle shown below. Linda even smiled kindly on the chickens on Monday as the evening drew ever darker... or maybe it was my imagination!

Nearly got myself into trouble at the Flaming Wok on Saturday. As they shouted out '76' for a customer to collect I got an uncontrollable urge to sing '... trombones led the big parade, with 110 cornets close at hand...' etc. etc. Fortunately my order followed immediately after to save me from embarrassment and possible arrest and sectioning under the Mental Health Act.

Sad weekend though... the last opening of Holt Island, one of our favourite haunts. We've seen all kinds of birds there this year as well as a couple of sightings of the muntjac deer. And on our last visit on Sunday as a goodbye gesture the island gave us a sighting of one of its shyer residents... as we walked over the footbridge to get on the island a kingfisher flashed above the water like a jewel.

Sat in our favourite seat in the warm sun overlooking the water meadow, where I almost fell asleep. Then walked around to the Norris Museum to sit in the garden there in the sun, where I almost fell asleep. You can see there's a common thread in this walk!

Also discovered another couple of places in our quest to list the best places for coffee around St Ives. Favourites up to now are The Dolphin Hotel, where the best and cheapest coffee is served in lovely surroundings both inside and out, and The Axe and Compass in Hemingford Abbots, which serves the most chocolatey tasting accompaniment I know in ancient surroundings. Step forward Slepe Hall Hotel, where last weekend we sat on the terrace drinking great coffee from a pot (four cups) and eating the accompanying mint biscuits, all for £3. What a bargain! Then yesterday we walked to Oldhurst and visited Johnsons Farm for great coffee and a rhubarb and ginger crumble cake. The farm has exotic animals to view and a barn for children to play on toy tractors, but the crocodiles that are farmed are still kept under wraps. To read more on this topic click here.

Things to look forward to in the next week... getting the Fiat Panther Monday (now unfortunately renamed Fiat Pansy by daughter Beth), and Saturday we're having a family get together in our back garden, with a chance to meet Penny (John's girlfriend) for the first time. She's bringing her two sons to join the massed ranks of grandchildren that'll be trying to break the sound barrier. I'm praying it doesn't rain and we all have to pack into the living room. Maybe I should let the neighbours know it would be a good time to have a day away somewhere.

	Shed front looking palatial. (Click to enlarge)
	Inside all spick and span.
	Even at the back the wood stack has been tidied!
	Another example of Allotment Heaven with the best sunsets in the world.
	Who says Paige doesn't like being beaten?