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Friday, 30 April 2021

462: Ecclefechan

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Four countries: England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. Governed by the British Parliament in Westminster with powers devolved to Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. Every time there is a decision on Covid (de-escalation etc) taken in Westminster the other three countries take a similar decision although often from a different date.

That's how it is that I am in Golspie again, because that nice Nicola Sturgeon, First Minister of Scotland, has allowed travel between Scotland and the constituent parts of the United Kingdom and has also allowed hotels in Scotland to open. This came into force on Monday, and on Tuesday I set out to drive North.   

Once you get to be 'of a certain age' events conspire against you. You need to stop at service stations more often, to buy coffee to stay awake. The coffee goes straight through you and you have to stop at the next service station to let nature take its course. While you're there you buy coffee to help to stay awake and then have to stop at the next service station......  

I stopped in Wilmslow to have a socially distanced lunch with one of my cousins and his wife. He is a tremendously practical hands-on kind of man and has converted his garage into a little bed-sit for his 93-year-old parents (my aunt and uncle). I'm willing to bet everybody reading this would go "yeugh, I wouldn't want to live in a garage" but he's made an amazing job of it. living & sleeping area, cooking area, toilet & shower area. It was great to see them all. 

I continued my journey North. Hotels in England are still closed, apart from for key workers and for those attending funerals, so I had booked a hotel just over the border in Scotland in a one-horse town called Ecclefechan. I found the hotel and car park easily enough but finding the entrance was another story altogether.


Here is the first sign you see. Surely I was being reasonable in thinking I should go around to the front of the building?

 

This is what I saw at the front. The door was firmly locked. Perhaps they were worried about an invasion of corona-virus-riddled Sassenachs? 

Back to the car, to sit and ponder what to do next. I found the hotel phone number tucked away somewhere in the booking.com email and rang them. Unfortunately, I could hear them saying that they couldn't hear me. Now what to do? Sleep in the car in the car park?

 

At that moment a van pulled up and parked closer to the hotel than I was. A man got out and 'disappeared'. Further investigation showed another door. Finally I was in. 

Things improved dramatically after that. They gave me a nice room and a nice breakfast. wi-fi wasn't up to much but even I don't have to be glued to it 24/7.




Friday, 9 April 2021

461: Does God read blogs??

This particular blog is all about Religion and my understanding of the relationship between God and me. If you're not interested in reading about this relationship then now would be a good time to stop reading. I just felt the need to put something down on paper. (Lockdown is doing strange things to us all). The Christians, and indeed non-Christians, that I know are welcome to comment.

 I THINK I believe in God. In the concept of a creator, who created everything all those billions of years ago and allowed the universe and everything in it and on it to evolve to where we are today.

But He makes it SO difficult for me to believe. In the bible He, or His angels, personally appeared to so many people with different messages. It seems as though I am not worthy of a visitation. If He could only give me some kind of sign then I could KNOW I believe in Him. My faith keeps wavering and I know it would be so easy for Him to send a sign and bring me on board so that my faith could be as strong as a rock. I often wonder why He chooses not to 'talk' to me.

Revelation 3:20. Jesus said: "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." I opened the door about 4 years ago. I am still waiting for him to come in and talk to me. Jesus, where are you?

While I have your attention God, I wonder if you could tell me whether I need to pray out loud or whether praying in my mind is sufficient? Surely if you are omniscient you know what I am thinking?

I understand that the concept of a Creator who can see/interact with all 7.8 billion inhabitants of this planet at the same time, and all the animals as well, is a difficult concept to get one's head around. I personally think in terms of looking down on an anthill where you can see lots of activity going on all the time. I can then imagine up-scaling that so that God can look down on everything at once. 

Can I briefly mention determinism while I'm here. The theory that all events, including moral choices, are completely determined by previously existing causes. It is is usually understood to preclude free will because it entails that humans cannot act otherwise than they do. Imagine, if you will, that it doesn't matter what course of action you choose or take as everything has already been pre-ordained. A bit like a giant book of the Universe and the pages are slowly being turned by 'the Architect'. I am ready to accept that as a philosophy.

To sum up then, am I to understand that I have to believe in order to have any chance of redemption? Even if I say "OK, I believe" without meaning it He will know if I'm only pretending and will close the door in my face on the Day of Judgement (even though He himself has chosen not to send me proof positive).

To use a hackneyed cliche - we are where we are. Forgive the incoherent ramblings of this pseudo-Christian. I will keep going to Church and Bible Study and hope that one day he will somehow send me a message to convince me of his existence.  

Now I can't put off Spanish homework any longer! 




 

Saturday, 3 April 2021

460: 1971-2021 50 years and counting

The first picture was taken in Cyprus in 1971, the second fifty years later in 2021, at the beginning of my 120 km (75 mile) charity walk. You'll notice I haven't changed a bit! 😁






 A lot of water has flowed under the bridge during those 50 years. Including.......

I've held the following ranks in the British military: Cpl, LSgt, Sgt, SSgt, WO2(SQMS), WO1(SSM), Plt Offr, Fg Offr, Flt Lt.

With the following units: 1st Bn the Gordon Highlanders, The Life Guards, 1st Bn (22nd) Cheshire Regiment, 39 Fd Regt Royal Engineers, British Embassy Moscow, RAPC Computer Centre, 247 Pro Coy Royal Military Police, SHAPE (Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers in Europe), 7630 Sqn RAuxAF - all memorable in their own way.

With the following jobs: Military Pay Clerk, Service Funds Accountant, Computer Programmer, Russian Interpreter, HUMINTer. 

In the following places:  UK (including Northern Ireland), Cyprus, Germany (West and East - in the days when they were 2 separate countries), Belgium, Moscow, Kaliningrad, Ukraine, Kazakhstan

After leaving the Army I spent 2 years as a Regional Administrator for Combat Stress, 1 year as a computer programmer with local government, 10 years as a civil servant and 13 years as a teacher of English as a foreign language (in Moscow, Warsaw and Salou). 

Met some great friends (British, Russian, Polish, Spanish & Venezuelan) along the way.

Oh, and did I mention I've run three marathons? Long time ago now though.

Is it time to put my feet up now or do I carry on looking for 'adventures'? 

I need to thank my long-suffering wife Margo for her patience and forbearance in putting up with me for nearly 50 years and for tolerating my 'few' foibles. Thanks also to our children, Morag (aka Mo) & Gareth. They seem to have turned out OK despite being shuttled from pillar to post during their formative years.

I think I'm ready to meet my Maker, having managed, somehow, the biblical three score years and ten. I know an awful lot of people who didn't manage to get that far. May they Rest in Peace. I'd be very happy though if 'the Man upstairs' were to postpone the meeting. The Office for National Statistics in UK predicts that life expectancy for a UK male born in 1951 is 86 years. I would be very pleased to soldier on and prove that statistics don't lie.  (Although I think they often do!)

I'm still in reasonable overall health, despite suffering from sciatica, cataracts, migraine with aura and essential tremor. Keep taking the tablets!








I do sleep well most nights. - must be the medicine!

Friday, 2 April 2021

459: The Caminos

 Before: My friend Alisdair and I signed up to walk the Camino de Santiago de Campostela in North West Spain. There is a choice of walks but they all converge on the cathedral of St James in Campostela. We were going to walk the route known as The English Way, 120 km (75 miles). We had decided to do it over 7 days - 3 days walking, a rest day, and then another 3 days walking. The plan was to walk into Campostela on 2nd April, my 70th birthday and, coincidentally, Good Friday this year.

And then there was lockdown and we were banned from traveling to Spain. Plan B was quickly hatched. I would walk the same number of miles around Ramsey (and Huntingdon and St. Ives) and Alisdair would walk around Golspie, in the North of Scotland. We designed and created a just giving page and so far have raised more than £1,700 for our three nominated charities. https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/DesBuckley

 We have been training for the walk since January by walking 10 miles on 2, or 3, consecutive days, usually at the weekend. We soon came to realize this would be no cakewalk. Sometimes I doubted my ability to complete the whole distance. Hopefully the money that people have kindly donated will be enough to motivate me when the going gets tough.

During: Here is the proof....

Out the front door at 08:30 daunted by the prospect of 120km in less than a week. The weather was kind to me.
Upwood and back via Palm Sunday church service in St Thomas a Becket church in Ramsey.
Huntingdon, for a change. And the first McDonalds of the year!


This was always going to be 'the big one'. I was glad to get it out of the way.


Walking from RAF Wyton to St Ives and out to Hemingford Grey.


So pleased it's all over. Time for a drink to celebrate my 70th birthday!


After: Boy, am I glad it's over! I was so lucky with the weather - no rain all week. My friend Alisdair, walking in the North of Scotland, got rained on more than once. Many thanks to everybody who sponsored us.

Today I am celebrating my 70th birthday. I think to reach the 'grand old age' of 'three score years and ten' is a remarkable achievement. Not everybody is so lucky. Here are two videos by Harvey Andrews about two people whose life was taken from them. Both songs are based on true stories and I find them extraordinarily poignant. Do have a listen if you haven't heard them before.




Friday, 26 February 2021

458: Points to ponder

 1. Training: Is training a waste of time or a necessary evil? Discuss! Have I just wasted 3 hours of my life walking around Ramsey? (when I could have spent them in front of my computer 😁) Or is it beneficial to accumulate 'miles on the legs'? I suppose I know from experience, from training for marathons in my younger days, that training does help - even though I don't see any immediate benefit. 

Our government published a 'road map' on Monday outlining an exit strategy from the latest lockdown. It became clear that my Camino de Santiago de Campostela expedition was not going to be allowed to happen, at least not on my 70th birthday, as I had planned. We citizens of England (Wales, Scotland and NI have their own rules) are embargoed from international leisure travel until 17th May.  Plan B then is a Camino de Ramsey. I will get dizzy walking round and round the town during the week 27th March - 2nd April. I can't just abandon it as I have now raised >£700 for my chosen charities. Commitment is everything.




 2. The Law: Tomorrow I have arranged to have a haircut! Rather than wait until 12th April (which is still 45 days away). I'm not telling where I'm going or who is going to commit the heinous crime. (You'd have to waterboard me before I revealed this particular secret.) I have absolutely the greatest respect for the law of the land but I'm going to break it tomorrow. I've had my first vaccination and I think my partner in crime has too, so it's a calculated risk. I shall come out of quarantine, do the dastardly deed, and then hide away again. Is that really so wrong? One law for me and another one for everybody else? Is the law ever there just for guidance or is it always to be set in tablets of stone? People are so different, one from another, and everybody sets their (moral and ethical) bars at different heights. Have you ever broken the law? Time to put the flak jacket on and wait for incoming barbs.   

 

Sunday, 17 January 2021

457: Same old, but in two languages

Today, and yesterday, and the day before, I've been continuing with my training to walk the Camino de Santiago de Campostela at the end of March/beginning of April. With almost every step I'm coming closer to the realization that I might possibly (probably?) have to postpone my participation in it at this time. The coronavirus is not being beaten quickly enough. It's heartening to see that in my county (Huntingdonshire) the number of new cases is decreasing day by day but this needs to happen all over UK. In fact, all over the world. There is a race between virus and vaccination and I read today that in England they are currently delivering 140 jabs every minute! An astonishing factoid. Hope they're not all in the same arm. If I can get mine by early-to-mid-March, and travel is allowed again, then perhaps I can do the Camino after all? I'm still (slightly) optimistic. All I can do is wait and see. And carry on the training.

I'm varying my route as much as I can but Ramsey is only a small town (population of about 8,000 depending on who you ask and which census is being referred to). Yesterday I walked a mile or two along a road, thinking, erroneously, that there would be hardly any traffic as everybody is supposed to be at home. Wrong. Stocking Fen Road was like a race track. The Fens are full of places with quaint names like that. I took what I thought was an interesting picture on the way back into town, showing how much rain Ramsey has had recently. It is of the local cemetery and wondered if the deceased might have been better off with a burial at sea!  Luckily my Dad, who is interred there, was in the Navy.   


Quite a bit of my non-training time is taken up planning, and booking, grocery delivery slots. Now we are in the middle of another lock-down, delivery slots are like hen's teeth.  I have to keep scouring the big 5 to find a suitable slot. So far I've managed to avoid setting foot in a supermarket - the mountain comes to Mohammed. 

It occurred to me today that I could use that nice Mr Google to translate my blog into Spanish. I'm desperately trying to make the jump from basic level to intermediate so if I can read what kind of a fist Mr Google makes of it then perhaps I can inch slowly forward along the road to being a Spanish speaker. If any of my Spanish teachers and/or friends would like to comment on any inadequacies in Mr Google's Spanish I'd be more than happy to hear and learn from them. So... 

As an interpreter, albeit of Russian, I know how different automatic translation can be from what was intended. 

Hoy, y ayer, y anteayer, he seguido con mi formación para realizar el Camino de Santiago de Campostela a finales de marzo / principios de abril. Con casi cada paso, me acerco a darme cuenta de que posiblemente (¿probablemente?) Tenga que posponer mi participación en este momento. El coronavirus no está siendo vencido lo suficientemente rápido. Es alentador ver que en mi condado (Huntingdonshire) la cantidad de casos nuevos está disminuyendo día a día, pero esto debe suceder en todo el Reino Unido. De hecho, en todo el mundo. ¡Hay una carrera entre el virus y la vacunación y hoy leí que en Inglaterra están administrando 140 inyecciones por minuto! Un dato asombroso. Espero que no estén todos en el mismo brazo. Si puedo conseguir el mío a principios o mediados de marzo y se permite viajar de nuevo, ¿quizás pueda hacer el Camino después de todo? Todavía soy (un poco) optimista. Todo lo que puedo hacer es esperar y ver. Y continúa el entrenamiento.

Estoy variando mi ruta tanto como puedo, pero Ramsey es solo una ciudad pequeña (población de alrededor de 8,000 dependiendo de a quién le pregunte y a qué censo se hace referencia). Ayer caminé una milla o dos a lo largo de una carretera, pensando, erróneamente, que apenas habría tráfico ya que se supone que todos están en casa. Incorrecto. Stocking Fen Road era como una pista de carreras. Los pantanos están llenos de lugares con nombres pintorescos como ese. Tomé lo que pensé que era una foto interesante en el camino de regreso a la ciudad, mostrando cuánta lluvia ha tenido Ramsey recientemente. ¡Es del cementerio local y se preguntó si el difunto podría haber estado mejor con un entierro en el mar! Por suerte, mi papá, que está enterrado allí, estaba en la Marina.

Gran parte de mi tiempo no relacionado con la capacitación se dedica a planificar y reservar espacios de entrega de comestibles. Ahora estamos en medio de otro bloqueo, los espacios de entrega son como dientes de gallina. Tengo que seguir recorriendo los 5 grandes para encontrar una ranura adecuada. Hasta ahora he logrado evitar poner un pie en un supermercado: la montaña llega a Mohammed.

Hoy se me ocurrió que podría utilizar ese agradable Sr. Google para traducir mi blog al español. Estoy tratando desesperadamente de dar el salto del nivel básico al intermedio, así que si puedo leer qué clase de puño hace el Sr. Google, entonces tal vez pueda avanzar lentamente en el camino hacia ser un hablante de español. Si alguno de mis profesores y / o amigos de español quisiera comentar sobre alguna deficiencia en el español del Sr. Google, estaría más que feliz de escuchar y aprender de ellos. Entonces...
Como intérprete, aunque de ruso, sé lo diferente que puede ser la traducción automática de lo que se pretendía.

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

456: How lucky I am


This morning I have been overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude. How lucky I am to be a (relatively healthy) pensioner in these troubled times. It is easy for me to step back from face-to-face interaction with the human race and simply wait out the global pandemic that is causing everybody so much grief and heartache. I don't even have to go shopping as careful planning brings the shopping to my door. My pension, earned over 50+ years of work, gets sent to my bank account every 4 weeks without my lifting a finger. The hardest part of the day is deciding what shape to make on Strava during my daily exercise. Almost a fir tree?

A bit of a glitch with the home shopping yesterday. I had arranged a delivery with Morrison's when, out of the blue, they cancelled it. I went onto the websites of the big 5 grocers to look for an alternative delivery slot but they were all fully booked until Friday evening. I booked the Friday evening slot with Waitrose and wondered if I would have to exist on fresh air until then. A slight exaggeration I must confess. Looking again this morning I saw a cancellation on Tesco's website for Wednesday evening and grabbed it. I cancelled my Waitrose Friday evening slot so somebody else could have it. Out of interest I ordered the same items on Tescos as I had on Waitrose. The Waitrose shop came to £43.02 and the Tescos to £37.12. Proof, if proof were needed, that Waitrose is more expensive than Tesco. Morrisons have earned themselves a black mark for leaving me in the lurch like that. They have redeemed themselves a little bit by giving me a £10 voucher, but I would sooner have had the food at the time I had planned to need it. 

Of course, I am more than aware of how difficult life is for the working population, who have no choice but to get out and mingle. How easy it currently is to catch the virus from other people, and especially from other people who are not adhering to the measures advocated by government. Our NHS is, apparently, on the verge of collapsing. Hospitals are concentrating on treating coronavirus infected patients at the expense of other seriously ill folk. That is so sad. I'm pleased I'm not a doctor having to decide who to treat and who to let die. (Although I think there may have been an element of that in my mum's case when the consultant decided to move her out of the ICU bed she was occupying when she didn't seem to be responding to treatment. I hold no grudge).

In my last blog I wrote about my forthcoming 'exped' to the Camino. My participation in this epic adventure is by no means certain because of the potent destructive force of the COVID virus. Much as I would like to march triumphantly into Santiago de Campostela on my 70th birthday, common sense must prevail. I shall review the situation at the end of the current lockdown in England on 15th February and decide yay or nay at that time.  

Doesn't Kylie look young!