Blimey…

Finally received a reply from Jeremy Wright MP.  The reply was surprising in some respects, less so in others.  I guess I’d already resigned myself to it being a fairly cut and paste job – there were a few insults thrown at the Labour party (they did it first, but worse!), and general reassurance that selling off the forests was the correct thing to do because they’d be better managed and it’d reduce the conflict in interest in having the FC regulating the timber trade whilst also being a producer. I really don’t know if that’s his genuine opinion, or if he just puts the party line ahead of constituents’ concerns.

Surprising was his guarantee that all access rights were going to be preserved, so that people could continue to walk, cycle and ride their horses in their forests exactly as they had before. He claimed this was in the consultation, and I should fill it in.  Which is funny, because I’d already filled it in, and it hadn’t really made me think they’d given much thought to permissive rights of way.  He didn’t respond to my questions about what would happen to businesses currently located on Forestry land (bike shops/hire, cafes, riding schools, skills tutors, etc), although maybe it’s because it’s a moot point if all access rights were to be guaranteed.  I did kind of get the impression that he didn’t actually know the difference between permissive and CRoW routes though…

The other surprising thing was he replied by mail.  As in, ‘letter on paper through the letterbox’ mail.  Blimey.  I would have preferred an email – it’s how I contacted him, and I was always told that responding in the same format as one had been contacted in was preferable etiquette.  Not to mention that emails save paper and ink, so is better for the environment, and also saves money on customised stationary.   MP stationary is HEAVY.  The paper quality is Proper Posh (TM) – weighty, nice finish… you could paper a room with it!  And maybe an email would take slightly less than two weeks to arrive.

But all that is fairly moot, as two days later the government did a much-welcomed U-turn.  I guess having the majority of voters (regardless of political persuasion) hating you is probably a bad thing. In a way I hope it might turn out to be a good thing – the government have seen how far and wide opposition to the plans are, they’re now going to have to ensure access rights to the smaller amount land they do sell off or lose face… and most importantly, people are now more likely to be aware of any future sales, and know that people power and community concerns can work for change.

Annoyances

1) Still having a cough.  Still.  “It’s just viral, you’ve just got to sit it out”.  I’ve been sitting it out for three months now…

2) Online retailers who have a rubbish returns policy.  Two weeks before our holiday, I ordered three pairs of 3/4 length shorts.  The day before our holiday, the package arrived.  It didn’t contain shorts, oh no.  It contained three pairs of skinny leg jeans.  Three pairs of UK size six skinny leg jeans.

I am many things, but a UK size six is certainly not one of them, and certainly not when it comes to the hips department. Now, the online retailer who shall remain nameless have a curious returns policy – they have a courier come and pick up the parcel.  In theory, that’s great.  Except they’ll only pick up from the delivery address, and don’t turn up when they’re supposed to.  We’ve wasted two Saturdays waiting in on the courier, which was particularly bitter this weekend just gone given how nice and sunny it was.

So in short, they sent me the wrong stuff late, and it’s taken me a couple of weeks to get them to pick it up.  If they start whining about how it’s outside the 14 day return period, I’m going to be very miffed!  Very miffed, I say!

3) Jeremy Wright MP.  Oh Jeremy, why must you play so hard to get?  It’s been two weeks since I contacted you, and you’ve not even bothered to fob me off with a generic reply about why the government is right in selling off the forests.  You just ignore me, Jeremy, and it hurts a girl’s feelings.  I even went to extra special effort to make sure I was civil, and used paragraphs and punctutaion and everything!

DEFCON BRONTE

My cough has now been stomping Godzilla style over my lungs for nearly a month now.  Haven’t been out on the bike as I’m currently incapable of going two minutes without a massive coughing fit, and I imagine that bike handling would be somewhat impaired as I ride one handed, the other hand covering my mouth with a dainty hankerchief.  Waiting for the doctor’s appointment, where the doctor can look at me dismissively and say, “We don’t really like handing out antibiotics”.  WELL FINE THEN, I’LL JUST HAVE A 6 MONTH CHEST INFECTION LIKE LAST YEAR, SHALL I?

My already foul mood is somewhat exacerbated by today’s news that Kotaku got itself hacked.  Been manically changing passwords all over the shop, and fortunately Facebook picked up on the fact that someone tried to access my account in LA but there’s not been anything odd come up from that so far.  If I try to sell you viagra, a degree, acaia berries, watches or a Russian Bride – that’s not me, that’s an oik with too much time on their hands.

And now, spam.

Phew, after a couple of months of hard work and missed biking opportunities, Mr Toast and I have finally finished our side project!   Available now on the Android Marketplace!  Free demo version is also due to go up tonight.

Angry crabs! Vicious seagulls! Explosions! It’s like a Michael Bay movie, but with a better plot and less slow-mo! You should buy it, then I can have some new wheels!* You wouldn’t deny me new wheels, would you?

Normal service will resume soon – didn’t get any biking done last weekend due to my mom breaking her ribs on Saturday and being ill on Sunday. I’ve still got to update for the week before though – what happens when Missus Toast goes off the waymarked path?

*And Mr Toast would quite like a new rear shock for his Met, or at least a second hand one that doesn’t have Pro-Pedal.   He hates Pro-Pedal.  J

And now, some photos

Saw a few of these little fellows whilst on the blue route a couple of weeks back with Toast’s sister – apparently they’re Cinnabar Moth caterpillars.  They feed on ragwort, which makes both moth and caterpillar alike unpleasant to eat (not that I’ve tried…).  Their numbers are declining daaahn saaarf, and they’ve added to the BAP (Biodiversity Action Plan) list as a result.  So even though there’s lots of them over the Chase, do try not to run over them.

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And this was where I was attacked by a very small bear.

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And another thing!

When I die, I want to be reincarnated as one of the little finches that lives around The Hub in Glentress.  The Hub does the best…cake…ever!  I can particularly recommend the Millionaire’s Shortbread and Chocolate covered flapjack.  The little finches were happily hoovering up any crumbs left behind, and looked thoroughly pleased with themselves.

I really want to go to Scotland again when the weather picks up, but it doesn’t look like we’ll get chance this year.  We were supposed to be going on a camping trip to t’other Stanes (Dalbeattie, Mabie, etc), but alas, work commitments has knocked that idea on the head.  Sadly we found this out a little too late into our holiday, we would have ventured westward to sample one of the others if we’d known earlier. 🙁

Map of Joy: Volume II, Update II

Now with added Llandegla!  Bought a rather attractive RSPB pin badge of a flower – last year’s black grouse one is now pinned to my biking wallet.

My arm is healing up well, by the way, although the biggest graze is still oozing.  And iodine hurts. Still, nothing can dampen the raging excitement for Glentress!  Only a week away!

27/06/10: A call to arms

So after my spectacular Saturday performance, I decided to take Sunday easier and go biking with my friend Chris and her little girl.  I had planned to do some trail building, but I was feeling particularly sorry for myself and decided to have a lie in – plus my right arm was feeling a bit weak.  When you’re already limited to the upper-body strength of a kitten, this is quite a downgrade.  I think I could lift cake and little else…

Little Alisha had been biking with us before, but had struggled with any form of slope.  She did much better this time around, riding with much more confidence and only throwing the occasional strop, normally when I suggested that she wouldn’t get ice-cream unless she displayed a sufficent amount of ‘awesomeness’.  To be fair to  the poor child, her bike weighs more than any of my bikes, but she rose to the challenge admirably, and got to see ducklings, baby coots and… er, fairies for her trouble.  She could actually go at a fair old clip when she put her mind to it, but I decided to be cautious on the dangerous fireroad. -_-

Before setting out, Chris had bandaged up my arm as it was oozing.  I looked a bit of a sorry sight – a mashed up, bandaged arm and a scraped face.  Went into Swinnertons and looked at the helmets, as my previous one is now a bit dented. Fielded a few concerned queries about my arm, and felt a bit of a pillock explaining how it happened.  Fireroad.  Really.  Fortunately I managed a gentle pootle around the greens without doing myself any further harm!

Today I bowled into work and again had many queries about my injuries, the answers to which became increasingly ridiculous (fox attacks are on trend at the moment, by the way).  The mortified head of admin strongly suggested that I should have seen a doctor or visited A&E, and said that given my arm was oozing yellow stuff (proper medical term there) I should at the very least see a pharmacist.  So I popped out at lunch, the pharmacist took one look at said, “Doctors”.

The boss gave the go ahead to go to the doctors, expressing amazement that I hadn’t had it looked at earlier.  This slightly puzzled me – one doesn’t take up valuable NHS time for a mere flesh wound!  The nurse thought differently.  Apparently my arm is a bit infected (I like to think of it as The Monkey Clap), so I’m now dosed up on antibiotics and have a special iodine dressing.  Oh, and I also had to have a tetanus jab, and got a stern telling off for not getting it looked at sooner. :/  Hopefully I’ll be cured of the Monkey Clap soon, my arm will stop oozing and be back to its previous glory!

Oh dear, another late update.  What did I do last week?  What have I been doing this week to keep me busy?

Well, on Saturday I brought my friend Chris to the Chase for the ladies ride.  Deciding to keep it fairly gentle, we headed around the green, joined the blue on the Heritage Trail, did section 12 of Follow the Dog and then down Tackaroo Blast.

Section 12 was an odd ‘un – it took me a few attempts to get up Evil Root Number 2, but I managed it.  My non-mountain biking friend managed to put me to shame by getting over it on her second ever attempt.

Tackaroo Blast was good fun – I’ve never been down ventured off any of the official routes.  I did wince slightly for my helmetless friend as I ducked under low hanging branches that thunked off my helmet-protected bonce, particularly as she’s quite a bit taller than me.

After we got back to the café, we had a bite to eat, wished Petra a happy birthday and then headed around the full blue route.  My friend was a little apprehensive as she had a charity run the next day, and wasn’t really used to doing off-road riding, but she managed magnificently, hammering up the hills.  She didn’t really have a huge amount of choice in this as her bike’s gearing is set up more for road riding – she doesn’t have the same range of granny-tastic gears as me. 😛  Fortunately, despite being tired and achey after the ride, she was fine the next day and completed her run easy.  Woot!

Sunday was a bit special.  I knew it was going to be a bit special after seeing a Scottie and and Minature Schnauzer before we’d even gotten out of the car.  Bumped into the full Pearson Posse ™, Jez and Andrew and decided to tag along as there’s nothing quite as inspirational as watching small girls fearlessly tackling obstacles that you’ve been mincing around for three years.  Got to section 7 and Evil Root Number One, and decided today was the day I was going to give it go.  First attempt was nearly there, front wheel over then an abrupt self-induced halt.  Second attempt…

VICTORY!  VICTORY OVER EVIL ROOT NUMBER ONE!

I’d like to say that I effortlessly tackled it then carried on up around the corner, but I’d be a filthy, filthy liar.  What actually happened was I managed to get both wheels over the root, and in my surprise ploughed (or capsized briskly) into the bank.   But still… I got over the bloody thing, and I didn’t even have to mince over the left hand side!  Rest of the ride went pretty smoothly, apart from some tree hugging attempts on Evil Root Number 2 – again, I managed to get up and over, but nearly barrelled into Jez’s bike via a tree.

Floundered on Werewolf Drop – nearly psyched myself up to do it, but struggled getting my initial balance and getting my feet square on the pedals.  Part of the problem is that people tend to congregate around there, and the longer you have to wait, the worse it gets.  Needless to say, Charlotte and Jessica had already flown over it and were halfway to the next section, probably slightly bemused by my cowardice.

So, apart from Werewolf drop I have now ridden all of Follow the Dog.  Soon, my pretties!  Soon!

Ride: Cannock Chase

Trail: Green, blue, red, cheeky

Highlights:  Defeating Evil Root Number One. Andrew may have classed it as being “75% done”, but that’s good enough for me… for now!

Bad bits:  Freaking out on Werewolf Drop.

Post ride food snaffled: I can’t actually remember. Had a mid-ride bacon sandwich on the Saturday (mmm, nutrition), but think we got back too late for anything on the Sunday.

Good dogs seen: Loads!  Scotty, Schnauzer, Husky, Collie, Russells, Borders!

The following week was a heady combination of basking in victory and being slightly spaced out from insomnia.  Managed to get a reasonable night’s sleep on Tuesday, and rode into work on Wednesday – I was quite pleased to beat my previous record of 43 minutes, getting into work in 37 minutes.  I love riding into work, for the most part it’s pretty quiet and traffic free – only downside is walking into the office sweaty with helmet hair…

Really looking forward to Scotland next month, and I’m also planning a possible solo adventure to Coed Y Brenin on August Bank Holiday.