It’s been a funny day...

The Better Half (TBH) has for some time been meaning to find out more about her grandfather who died during the First World War. TBH’s family understood that he was in what was then known as Mesopotamia when he died and a few years ago we went to the WWI museum in Kansas City, where despite it being the USA’s national WWI museum, we found a fair amount of information on his British regiment. There, we discovered that his regiment had been captured at Kut, which is not too far from Baghdad in the country now known as Iraq. For some reason, apart from Lawrence of Arabia which was made into a rather over simplified and dramatised movie, the war in the Middle East is largely forgotten. In our search for more information, a couple of summers ago, we went to the War Museum in London. There we were disappointed to find the same attitude to this important part of the war and only a tiny part of the exhibits were from that theatre of the war. I do understand that the losses on the Western front were so massive that it is hard to comprehend, but a lot of British troops, not necessarily from Great Britain were lost in those Eastern campaigns too. Since our visit in the museum in Kansas, TBH has been quietly chipping away at the research using the Internet to find out more.

Because her grandfather was in The Royal Gloucester regiment, she has been meaning to go to their museum for some while now to see what they know. This is down by the Quays in Gloucester and not too far away from our home.

 We finally decided that today was the day.

When we arrived in Gloucester we had great difficulty finding somewhere to park and the Quays car park was so busy they had people in high viz jackets controlling the cars which was unusual and we finally found a space on floor 4, which is not usually available to the public. The lift we got into with five other people started flashing the ‘overloaded’ warning, despite claiming to be able to hold 13 people. A couple who were last in reluctantly got out and the lift was able to descend. On the shopping level, the place was heaving and as we left the shopping mall, we discovered that there was a Christmas Market with stalls and wooden huts all around the docks. This accounted for the huge crowds we had been encountering and the lack of parking.

A part of the Christmas Market

This unusual cafe claims it can be hired for weddings and such like.

Following the maps, which to their credit, Gloucester council had placed all around the Quay area we were able to find the approximate location of the museum, but the maps were somewhat misleading and it took a little more exploration and intuition to actually find the entrance to the museum. Having circled the building, we found the front entrance was in full view most of the way we had come and facing us.

The museum building in full view

 We may have noticed it if we had not been concentrating on looking for signposts and maps. The museum was quite small but covered the various Gloucester Regiment’s activities from its year of formation to date.
One of the services provided by the museum is to help find information about relatives who have served in the regiment. This incurs a small fee and TBH found the right person to talk to who did a quick search for her grandfather’s records.

 At this point, it came on to rain.

That simple statement in no way expresses what actually happened. Noah would have been unsurprised by the deluge that came on, but we were all absolutely astounded.

It rained so hard that the steps we had walked down a few minutes before to get to the entrance, turned into a waterfall and anything not fixed down was swept around by the gusting wind or floated off as the water poured down into the dock. Hail formed a snowdrift against a nearby wall and the roof of the museum started to leak so badly water began to pour all over the stands in the front of the gift shop.

It is not easy to see through the wet glass and of course my camera auto-focused on the raindrops and I was not going outside for a better shot, but the steps are pouring water like an ornamental waterfall in  the gardens of a stately home

This lid off a rubbish bin was floating along on the flood, but did not quite get swept into the dock

Fortunately it did not last very long and the rest of the museum remained watertight, but it was fearful whilst it lasted.
A concerted effort by the staff soon cleared away the wet displays and mopped up the wet floor and business got back to usual and TBH was able to arrange for the museum to do a search for her grandfather’s military records, which will be sent to our home in due course.
We then toured the museum, which has a number of interesting interactive displays, and after seeing all the exhibits headed for an as yet unspecified venue for lunch.

No it is not Hagrid, just someone on stilts as a part of the 'fun' for the Christmas shoppers

Since Gloucester was heaving with all the Christmas Market shoppers, we decided to go out of town as soon as we could and look for somewhere that would not be so busy. After some discussion and a look at a nearby garden centre, we decided to go to a much nicer garden centre called Highfield that we often use when in the area because the food is good. We found the place considerably less crowded than Gloucester and we were able to get a really nice carvery meal. After eating we took a short look around the garden part of the garden centre and bought a small shrub for the front garden and then headed home. We have a problem with the local foxes who seem to treat our front garden as a public toilet and we would like to discourage them. The shrub we bought has some rather spiny holly-like leaves and it will be planted in the centre of a group of medium sized boulders which we hope will outfox the foxes and force them to find somewhere else for their business.
After the rain had stopped the sun came out and, although puddles everywhere, the journey home through the Gloucestershire countryside was really nice and autumnal.

 All in all, a strange day.

A Late Christmas Present

For Christmas last year, one of our friends gave us an ‘experience’ gift, which was a trip to the Hawk Conservancy Trust near Andover. We were not able to redeem this gift until September, so a few weeks after we had come back from our holiday in Yorkshire, we set off to the vicinity of Andover.

This is a familiar route for me because I used it for a number of different reasons. One was when my No 1 son was on a sandwich year from university in 1997. He had got a placement with an American based computer company and spent a very productive year writing programmes for them. He was able to make their version of the DRDOS operating system year 2000 compliant and added other features to the kernel which boggled his course tutor when he returned to University. He had done things which demonstrated a very very deep understanding of computer systems, which I suspect from his tutor's response, was well outside his tutor’s own comfort zone. Writing changes into an operating system kernel is complex and not something even the most computer savvy people could attempt so it is something that makes me very proud of my No 1 Son.

Before that, in the 1980s I used to use this route to drive down to the IBA engineering department . The organisation that determined the broadcast standards for the ITV companies. I was able to keep up to date in my field of endeavour by attending lectures and demonstrations of new developments, such as satellite and digital TV, something they were well ahead of before Sky was launched. A European standard had been developed which was far superior to the, by then, antiquated PAL colour system and they were all set to roll out the new standard across all of the UK and Europe when the owner of Sky pre-empted everyone by launching the first Astra satellite and going ahead without official sanction using PAL broadcasts. This action allowed him to capture such a large customer base, that no one else could compete and singlehandedly he set Europe back about fifteen years technologically speaking and it was not until digital TV started that we got back on course. If he had stuck to the rules, we could have had high definition wide screen TV by 1990, but going ahead with the old technology Sky created a virtual monopoly and squeezed other services out of the market. ‘Never mind the quality, feel the width.’

Anyway, so I knew the way to Andover and off we went. The Hawk Conservancy Trust is just off the A303, a major road that eventually passes Stonehenge and in yet another era of my working life, I used to commute past there on my way to Blandford when I worked for the Royal Signals.

Long before you get that far west, the turn off for the Hawk Conservancy is down a single track lane and we arrived in good time. The day was cloudy but dry and we were able to wander around the enclosures before the flying demonstrations took place.

Not one of the flying display, just a local inhabitant resting on a fence

There were several venues within the large area covered by the Conservancy and several different flying demonstrations were to take place throughout the day.

One of the weekend events which we did not see since we were there n a weekday

We headed for the first one, which was the African experience. This shows a number of birds from that continent, including a Fish Eagle catching fish from the small lake, a Secretary bird killing a rubber snake, Vultures, Sacred Ibis and White Storks. They also produced a mock bush fire with hawks catching prey as the smoke drove insects up into the air.

A Fish Eagle heading in for a catch at about 90mph

Clutching his prey the eagle flies off leaving a trail of water droplets

The Secretary Bird has a really long stride

I've done my act, where's my reward?

Sacred Ibis in flight

Getting fed

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An African White Stork

African Vulture

The handlers told us that these vultures are facing extinction in Africa.  This they told us this is because of poachers.  When they kill an elephant or rhino for the ivory or horn, the vultures start to home in on the kill and a flock of circling vultures can be seen for a very long way.  This makes it obvious to the local police there are poachers in the area. Because of this, the poachers have been lacing the corpses with poison to kill off the vultures and they have been so successful, that these birds are now endangered.

Smoke is made to simulate a bush fire

This hawk is able to catch insects in a real bush fire, but here is having food thrown for it to catch

The whole event was very well run and we all agreed that we had never seen so many birds in a single flying event.

 When this was over we found our way to the next event in another arena, which again has a whole range of birds, Vultures Hawks and Eagles. There was the familiar demonstration of a hawk catching prey whirled around on a cord by the handler and a flock of vultures which were encouraged to buzz the crowd by flying low over them, making people duck.

An Eagle in flight

This hawk catches the lure

It is then allowed to eat it

A vulture buzzes the crowd

There were three of them flying over the crowd and making people duck

Resting

 The last event in this show was a whole bunch of hawks trying to catch pieces of meat which were shot into the air by catapult.

They sometimes got locked together grabbing the same piece of food, but let go before they reached the ground

The number of birds in the air at any one time was many more than I have ever seen and the whole thing was really well run.  The sky was by this time getting rather dark and as we left this arena it started to rain and we hurried into the café for lunch. Whilst we were eating the rain went from large widespread drops to torrential and we were glad the weather had conveniently timed itself to rain at lunch time.

By the time we had finished lunch, the rain had stopped and we went around the parts of the Conservancy we had not seen so far. Later there was yet another flying demonstration, this time with owls and we all sat on plastic bin bags that had been handed out, to prevent getting wet from the now thoroughly wet seats. The owls performed well, but the owl’s arena was under trees and the sky was still cloudy, so the light was not sufficient to capture very good pictures of them flying.

The owls were also trained to buzz the crowd, but much more silently than the vultures

After that, we spent a while looking around the gift shop and then we went home. I also found that a Conservancy baseball cap had somehow found its way into my shopping basket, not sure how…

Altogether a great experience and I would recommend it to anyone for an enjoyable day’s outing.

Summer Holiday - The last days

August 4 – Pickering 

The last few days seemed to rush by and for the last of them here, we simply walked around Pickering once more.

Walking down the alleyway on our way back from the shops, I suddenly saw a railway engine go past along the road. It must have been going to the NYMR rail yard to be added to their collection and by the time my camera was ready it was obvious it was on the back of a lorry and not going along by itself. This reminded me of the old movie The Titfield Thunderbolt, which I loved as a boy.

 In the movie, a couple of drunks attempt to steal a railway engine and manage to drive it off the end of the tracks and it carries on straight through the centre of the town before it crashes, much to the amazement of the local copper who cannot believe his eyes.

 If you look closely at the still from the movie, you can see the lorry wheels behind the train wheels, but in the movie it is hard to see as it rushes past.

Apart from that and a great view of the real trains in Pickering, we spent a lot of the day packing up ready to leave.

 August 5 - Leeds and Liverpool 

The next and last day, whilst the Cumbrian members of the family said their farewells and headed back to their home, we drove our two cars back across the Pennines to Liverpool Airport taking the US contingent. 

 On the way we stopped off in Leeds and visited another football stadium, this time for TS, who happens to be a Leeds fan. There we were able to take some pictures of him outside the grounds and we then went into the store to look at the merchandising that football fans desire. 

 After a browse and some purchases, we then went for lunch in Billy’s Bar, the Leeds ground restaurant.  Whilst we were there, one of the staff let us into the VIP stand and we were able to take a few pictures and look at the stadium.

Finally we returned to the hotel at the John Lennon Airport and booked in for the night. 

 We still had some time to kill, so we took a taxi to visit Liverpool One, the big shopping mall in the centre of Liverpool. After a preamble around the shops, including all the easily located sports ware and book shops, we decided to return to the hotel and started to look for a taxi rank but could not find one. On a small map we had it showed there was one near the docks, so we made our way there only to find the map was wrong. 

Still looking for the taxi rank, we came right down to the Albert Docks but had no time to explore further. What we saw suggests another trip is in order at another time.

We then made our way back into the shopping area and hailed a cab which took us back to the hotel. 

On the way I managed to snap the Anglican Cathedral, but we did not see the other one with the glass roof.

That evening we had our last meal of the holiday in the hotel and then made our way to our rooms for the night. We needed to get to bed early, because the flight was early enough to require that we arose around 5.00am in order to make quite sure we were there in time. 

Next morning, groggy and irritable we had breakfast and made our way to the airport departures lounge, only to find that the connecting flight had been cancelled. A harassed official told us that a taxi was waiting to take passengers to Manchester where they could catch another connecting flight to take them to Dublin. So after some brief farewells, they were driven off. We then headed home, negotiating the considerable roadworks between us and the M6. 

So that was the end of our holiday, but not everything finished there. The trip home for the US contingent did not go well. On arriving at Manchester they arrived too late for the connecting flight they were supposed to catch and had to reschedule. This eventually got them home several hours later than planned and so they had less time to un-jet lag before the normal routine of life began once more.