Let’s not start …

You know that saying ‘Let’s start as we mean to go on’? Well, let’s not. Just .. let’s not, OK?

The New Year has rolled in with me still recovering from shoulder surgery, and suffering from a fluey virus which has given me bronchitis/asthma1, so I can’t do much at all right now and I’m feeling pretty miserable and helpless. Could be worse, I know, and to be fair, I’m not hospitalised, I’m warm and well-fed, and I have my lovely OH who is taking good care of me. But my spirits have not been improved by the snippets of news which I’ve been reading just lately.

The Orange Buffoon is determined to challenge the Volatile One to a spitting match which might well end in tears, the weather has gone crazy, and the environment is under multiple threats both large and small. Yesterday I heard that a small wooden footbridge in our village, much used by walkers (both with and without dogs or children) has once again been vandalised by some idiot with a power saw, and has had planks from the walkway removed leaving gaping holes through which a person (or a dog or a child) could fall about twelve feet to the brook below. This footbridge is on a back road in the country. It isn’t on the way to anywhere, unless you’re a dog walker, and you’d have to know it was there in order to find it, so I’m guessing it’s some deranged local (with or without some kind of bizarre grudge).

As if that weren’t bad enough, the same thing has been done at Ferry Meadows, a local country park eleven-and-a-half miles away, which has an excellent record for wildlife curation, watersports and family fun. It seems pretty certain that it’s the same person because the same two events have gone hand in hand before2, so they must have transport, as well as a power tool and a grudge. At the country park, they not only vandalised nearly two dozen memorial benches and all of the wooden footbridges, but they also hacked twenty-six newly planted trees in half3.

I’m not sure what kind of maggot gets into someone’s head for them to deliberately go out and do this kind of thing. Being somewhat of a student of human nature, I can kind of, sort of, understand what motivates someone to commit a one-off act of vandalism as an expression of frustrated anger, but this goes beyond such an act. This is a deliberate, cold-hearted, selfish desire to wound other people and make them suffer, either emotionally or physically. It’s only a matter of time before someone gets hurt, either by falling through a gap in a footbridge or over the side, or by falling backward off a bench. Such a desire must surely be rooted in mental incompetence of some kind because there are very, very few people who are truly evil.

But you know what? The true measure of man’s spirit is not to be found in how many times he gets knocked over, but in how many times he gets back up again. This vandal (or vandals) will not win. The footbridge in my village has been roped off, and will be repaired as soon as can be managed. The bridges and benches in the country park will also be mended and the trees replanted by many willing hands. Eventually, of course, the person responsible will be caught and punished, and life will go on, and he – or, it has to be admitted, she – will be quickly forgotten, because that’s what happens.

So in this new year, this 2018, I will shake off my cough and my sore ribs and my shoulder will heal themselves, and I’ll get back on the treadmill and put myself on the Clever Guts diet4, and eventually we will get our new dog. I am already looking forward to the hoverfly season and to getting back out into the garden and planting up my new plants and digging a new pond and putting OH to work getting the new bee houses installed, and no doubt I’ll have great fun photographing all this stuff. I have plans. Venice in the spring, learn to speak French, improve my Italian, begin Swedish Death Cleaning5, visit relatives and some new people I only know from the internet, and I also want to replace a row of Leylandii with a mixed deciduous hedge.

Sounds fun, huh? We may have started the year badly, but that doesn’t mean we have to continue that way. I bet the power saw-wielding chopper-up of benches won’t have half so much fun as me!

Photos of the damage at Ferry Meadows courtesy of Martin Chillcott

1 It’s a bit hard to distinguish between the two, since both give you a lot of congestion and wheezing and make you cough. All I know is that I’ve been coughing for far too long, my ribs hurt, and I need to use my inhalers to the limit. But since the treatment is pretty much the same, I guess it hardly matters what you call it.

2 The same vandalism was perpetrated in the same two places within the same time-frame and along the same path of destruction a while back. Yes, it’s circumstantial, but my money is on a repeat offence by the same person.

3 I think it’s the trees which annoy me the most. Trees take time to get established and become useful to wildlife and, indeed, us. We all need trees to deal with pollution and with the CO2 in the atmosphere. Destroying a tree is like smacking yourself in the face with a brick. Only less messy.

4 Michael Mosley’s Clever Guts Diet is a one-off protocol to rebalance your gut flore (your gut’s microbiome). Since I suffer from acid reflux, which might be affected by those little guys that live down there, I thought I might try it.

5 Swedish Death Cleaning is an approach to clearing out accumulated junk, and one which I sorely need. The name comes from the philosophy that it is unkind to leave your horribly cluttered house to your children to deal with after you’re dead.

The Interesting Fact of the Day

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For some time now, my Other Half and I have had the habit of taking a few minutes at the end of the day to sit down with a drink1 and have a little chat. It’s a good thing to do, because it helps you wind down after whatever you’ve been doing all evening, and it’s especially good if – like us – you spend a lot of time at the computer, because even with F.lux2 it’s pretty bad for you to do that just before sleeping.

Anyway, these little chats have developed into somewhat of a competition, and it began like this; OH would kick off by saying ‘did you know … ?’ or ‘have you heard …?’ and I’d say ‘no, what?’ and he would impart some fragment of knowledge he’d picked up during the day. It could be political (Psychiatrists are saying that Trump really is nuts3) or statistical (one in ten UK households do not contain a single book4) or iconoclastic (the figures for how many units of alcohol you should drink per day was simply plucked out of thin air and has no basis in fact5) or something more obscure. I like the obscure ones best.

One of the most peculiar was the one I found about the little Pom-Pom crab who sticks sea anenomes to his claws. It’s not a useful fact. I can’t imagine ever being able to explain some great conundrum with it, or use it to stay safe while swimming in the Indian Ocean or anything, but it’s fun, isn’t it? You can read more about them – including why they do it – if you like6.

Not that we spend all day looking things up – that would be cheating – and we don’t fret if we don’t have an Interesting Fact to impart, but we have both begun to save these little titbits of information, and there’s one problem with that. You see, since we are both now on the wrong side of sixty, the old memory doesn’t work quite so well as it did and often, by the end of the day, we’ve forgotten what we were going to say – which can be quite amusing!

We’ve often pondered on those people we see who walk along with someone – maybe a husband, wife, partner, or friend – and they are silent. Not talking, not smiling, not even bickering, but totally silent. They usually look morose, and often pass a smiling stranger without a flicker, and we’ve always said we don’t want to get like that. Do you want to get like that? Have you?

If you have, you could do worse than to start the ball rolling with an Interesting Fact of the Day!

1 – Usually a hot drink for me and a glass of rum or whiskey for OH. No – the wine is for dinner!

2F.lux

3“Shrinks Breaks Silence” – New York Times

4No books in 1 in 10 households

5“The Great Alcohol Myth” – The Guardian

6Boxer Crabs and sea anenomes