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“Home is where the anchor drops”

H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Photo by Andy Dawson Reid

The good ship Dignity has returned from her sojourn with Seapower Marine in Sidney.

Hoorah – and welcome home!

“Hang on a minute…” – I hear you cry. “Did you not announce that the boat was off for a service back in July?!”

Well done for paying attention at the back there. I did indeed write that – and I did indeed deliver Dignity to Seapower Marine for a service back in July. As is often the way – however – things did not turn out quite as planned. The service was done but other issues were noted and duly dealt with as they unfolded.

I had been concerned that the batteries (of which there are two) might have died as a result of the lack of use – and that indeed turned out to be the case. Also, the original wooden battery enclosures had rotted and smart new vented plastic ones were installed to keep all matters electrical well away from anything with fuel in it.

The marine techs also recoiled in horror when they had a look at some of the wiring around the engine. Clearly a job of the botched variety had been carried out at some point prior to our taking ownership. A necessary rewire was duly carried out.

Then a fault with the starter motor was diagnosed. A new part was sourced from the US but with a lead time of three to five weeks… unless I was prepared to pay a hefty express freight fee. Fearing already the loss of an arm and a leg I declined the offer – and thus Dignity’s sojourn was extended by another goodly period.

No matter – she is back now. Too late for this season of course, but raring to go for next year.

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“Respect your parents. They passed school without Google!”

Anonymous

OK – so it is college rather than school, we’ve actually been back for nearly three weeks now – and September 2021 is not long for this world either.

Apart from that… you get the idea!

I promised that I would write something about going back to college – as in actually ‘going back to college’ rather than just starting another ‘virtual’ term from the comforts of my studio at home…

…and here I am!

The College decreed that for the new academic year we should all be back face to face in the classroom and lecture hall. This is entirely understandable, given that students had started displaying (along with gratitude that their health interests were being foregrounded) some discontent that they were not getting the full college experience even though they were still being asked to pay for it. In the light of this pressure the College probably had little choice in the matter.

The decision would doubtless not have been particularly contentious had it not been for the subsequent emergence of the Delta variant of the COVID-19 virus. This unpleasantness has inevitably ramped up the risk level again and left us all considerably more concerned as to the best course of action going forward.

Still – face to face it is for now – but with a plethora of precautions to try to keep things safe. Masks must be worn inside buildings – including in the classrooms – and vaccine passports are required for access to sports and some other facilities, though not for the cafeterias and bookshops.

I am all for appropriate precautions and particularly keen to remain healthy myself. There are implications for teaching, however. We are obliged to wear a mask when teaching unless there is at least two metres between us and the nearest student – in which case we can unmask. Two of the spaces in which I operate are large enough that I can – gratefully – go maskless. My other classroom is a pokey little hole in which I have to deliver an eighty minute class once a week. Fun it is not!

My Chair is very keen that we should also make provision for any students who cannot attend classes in person – either because they have had to quarantine or because they do not feel comfortable being in such public spaces. There are – of course – methods by which classes could be simultaneously streamed if required, but this demands additional equipment and configuration which the department – and College – have thus far proved slow to provide. I don’t mean to be awkward, but I certainly have no intention of teaching the classes twice – once for those who are present and again for those who are not.

Oh well! No doubt we will stumble through the term in our usual manner. The odds on the term ending in the same manner that it has begun must reasonably long, I would have thought.

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CC0 Public Domain image from https://www.maxpixel.net/sportsIn the afterglow of Emma Raducanu’s thrillingly successful and unprecedented title campaign at the US Tennis Open last week I promised that I would take a quick canter through the various sporting events that took place throughout the summer, as it now winds down into the Fall.

In the normal run of things I would certainly have posted little vignettes on the events that interested us as they came and went – as a normal part of the rich tapestry of life – by way of illustrating that which keeps us oldies chugging along as opposed to just slumping into an armchair and gazing, dead-eyed, out of the window.

I am, therefore, slightly worried that we have gone through this brief season – watching coverage here and there, rejoicing when sports that we love have shown signs of recovering from the pandemic – only for very little of it to have moved us as it would normally have done.

Is this somehow down to the events themselves – or is it just us?

This was, of course, a belated Olympic and Paralympic year (confusingly maintaining the conceit that it was still 2020 in Tokyo rather than 2021). We enjoyed a fair amount of the coverage and the Brits and Canadians performed pretty much in line with expectation, but though the empty expanses of the spectator-free stadia did not prove quite the dampener that they might have there was still something about the event that prevented it from quite hitting the high notes. As a Brit I was also somewhat worried that in events in which we were but recently world-beaters (rowing and cycling come to mind) we seem to have fallen off the radar. True we won medals in some of the new events (skateboarding, BMX!) but I am not sure what to make of those.

For those of us who are Rugby enthusiasts and who hail from the UK, the quadrennial tours by the British and Irish Lions to the southern hemisphere are virtually on a level with the World Cup when it comes to representing the pinnacle of the sport. We were all thus agog with excitement this summer at the promise of the Lions twelve-yearly trip to South Africa.

You may have gathered from the overall tone of this post that the outcome was a disappointment – and not just because of the results. The tour – beset as it was by the now familiar COVID troubles – had a sadly sour note to it. This was very much not helped by the frankly bizarre behaviour of some of the South African backroom staff – including some who should very much have known better – but it also did not help that the rugby itself was fairly grim. World champions they may be but I for one do not care for the Springbok style of play and the fact that the Lions chose to try to fight fire with fire proved sadly to be the wrong approach on the part of the Lions manager – the otherwise estimable Warren Gatland.

There was one a brief passage in the third and deciding test when the contest suddenly sparked into life; when Scottish fly half Finn Russell finally made it onto the pitch. Sadly it was too little too late – though maybe lessons will be learned (again) for the future.

Having been given a drubbing in India during the winter the English mens’ cricket team faced a busy summer hosting the return series against the Indians as well as the Kiwis – who now hold the Test Championship title. In spite of Joe Root’s repeated heroics the inconsistent form of many of the squad and the lack of match readiness resulting from the introduction during the height of the summer season of an idiotic new short format of the game, resulted in a completely unpredictable sequence of results.

Some of those were down to the Indians, who suffered their own strange lapses without which the England results would have been even poorer. As it was the final test of the summer would have given the English an opportunity to come from behind to tie the series – had it not been postponed indefinitely at the last minute as a result of positive COVID tests in the Indian backroom team. This sad ending seemed about par for 2021.

There was also – I believe – some sort of footie tournament during the summer, but regular readers would not expect me to know anything about that – and nor I do!

 

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The Girl and I watched the other day the extraordinary denouement of the US Open women’s tennis championship from Flushing Meadows, New York.

In the unlikely eventuality that any gentle reader might somehow have remained unaware of the details of this unprecedented match – here they are:

  • The final was between two teenagers – nineteen year old Canadian Leylah Fernandez and eighteen year old Brit Emma Raducanu.
  • Neither girl had been seeded and both had had remarkable and unexpected runs to the final.
  • The winner – Emma Raducanu – is the youngest Briton to win a Grand Slam title.
  • She is also the first British winner of the women’s US Open since Virginia Wade (who was in the crowd) won at Flushing Meadows back in 1968.
  • Ms Raducanu is the first woman or man ever to win a Grand Slam title having started as a qualifier.
  • She is the youngest Slam winner since Maria Sharapova in 2004 and the first woman to win without dropping a set since Serena Williams in 2014.
  • Both young ladies appeared to be supremely self-assured and nerveless throughout. Oh to be so at any age – let alone when still in one’s teens.

The Girl had, naturally, been rooting for Leylah Fernandez and the knowledge that Emma Raducanu was actually born in Toronto and moved with her parents to the UK when she was two years old didn’t really help much. For both Brits and Canadians, however, the current plethora of sporting talent on show from both nations is extremely pleasing and its like has not been seen since eons passed.

Hearty congratulations to both youngsters – but in particular to Ms Raducanu who, in addition to becoming US Open champion, earned herself two good passes in her A Levels a couple of months back (goodness knows how she found the time!). It think it is fair to say that neither of the girl’s lives will be the same again.

Writing about this event reminds me that I have not posted anything at all to this journal on the subject of sport for some considerable time – the which is all the more peculiar given that there has been a fair bit of it on offer this summer.

I feel that a brief catch-up and explanation is due and promise same for the very next posting (or one shortly thereafter should other ‘stuff’ intervene).

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“What turns me on about the digital age, what excited me personally, is that you have closed the gap between dreaming and doing. You see, it used to be that if you wanted to make a record of a song, you needed a studio and a producer. Now, you need a laptop.”

Bono

Bono is not wrong, of course, and it is little short of a miracle that what – when I started writing and playing way back in the very early seventies – would once have required a lot of money on studio fees and equipment and such, can now be achieved with a simple electronic device to which a great many people have access.

That having been said, musicians (and other creatives) tend to be restless souls – always stretching themselves and grasping at some notion of perfection that is, by definition, well out of reach.

This is by way of admitting that the splendid new window was not all that was added to my little studio over the summer – and that the round of domestic improvements on which I commented in my last post also included some other tweaks inside the studio itself.

This is what it looked like when I first set it up:

…and this is what it looks like now:

Quite apart from there now being rather more ‘stuff’ in the room than there was before – and not to ignore the splendid new rug – there are now several more layers of acoustic treatment (bass traps and suchlike) in an attempt to contain some of the wilder room nodes and to achieve something like the flat response that makes for a good recording studio.

The main reason for these endeavours, of course, is to enable us to record the Chanteuse’s voice in all its glory in the best possible environment – now that we can finally work together in the same space again. We don’t have a vocal booth, but we do have a vocal ‘corner’:

This is what it looks like from the Chanteuse’s angle:

We don’t normally record her with multiple microphones but we were carrying out some comparative tests in our endless search for the perfect sound.

We look forward to sharing the results!

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Photo by Andy Dawson Reid“Headlines, in a way, are what mislead you because bad news is a headline, and gradual improvement is not”.

Bill Gates

Gentle readers may recall – should they have little better to do – that much earlier in the year all the talk in this forum was of major renovations to the basement of our splendid peninsula home. Some of those readers may well have already stayed with us in our basement and they might well concur that a little improvement would not go amiss.

The details of our thinking in this regard were first outlined in my usual annual ‘looking ahead‘ post way back in January. Sadly this later update – posted during May – gives chapter and verse as to how and why those earlier plans went up in smoke, largely as a result of the iniquitous increase in the price of raw materials – fueled by the pandemic – which saw the cost of our proposed refurbishment more than double.

At the time of writing prices have fallen back slightly but it is clearly going to be some time before they revert to sensible levels – assuming that they ever so do.

All was not entirely lost, however. Though even our stripped back renovation proposal was outwith any price we were prepared to pay, we have been effecting some more minor – but none the less important – home improvements throughout the summer.

As part of our major rebuild back in 2017 we replaced all bar three of our windows and sliders (patio doors). The reason that we did not do the last few was that we were at the time perilously close to exhausting our budget. Anyway – the long and the short of it is that they have all now been done, including this rather splendid new casement for my studio:

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidThat should keep things a little warmer during the winter months!

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidWe also finally lost our patience with our alarm system. Most houses here have such systems, not only for security purposes but also for the all important fire safety (these are mostly wood-framed houses after all). We inherited the contract for the old system when we purchased the property and it has been exhibiting the usual signs of technology that is about to expire – all manner of chirps and klaxons going off in the middle of the night as sensors fail.

The provider of this ailing system is based in the US rather than being local (the which would have been our preferred choice) and their call centre distinctly gives the impression of being somewhere even further south than that. I got fed up with spending hours on the phone to a foreign country whilst a most helpful but hard to comprehend operative tried to diagnose the problem without being able to see what was going on.

Enough was enough – we switched to a local company and they came and installed lots of shiny new hardware (at the same time covering our estate liberally with stickers and signs announcing that they are the new incumbents in the alarm system stakes).

So far – so good!

Finally – The Girl has long been advocating for our shop (garden shed, for UK readers) to be given a new coat of paint. Following the repainting of the exterior of the house last year we had a fair bit of each colour paint left and it was a no-brainer to give the shed a colour-coordinated update.

This has duly been done and very nice it looks too:

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Photo by Andy Dawson ReidSome odds and ends from the garden…

We have recently been getting help from a couple of chaps (who were recommended to us by a good friend) with one or two of the larger tasks of which our garden was in need. Such jobs included removing five years worth of un-composted garden detritus – trimming back some over-enthusiastic trees – and (the one pictured here) trimming back a large growth of ivy that covers a dead but strategically placed tree, the which forms a most useful screen that shields our garden shed from the outside world.

As the photograph here shows – cutting back the ivy has left the whole thing looking somewhat ravaged but it will, of course, be no time at all until it has filled in again.

Our garden help – whom I shall call Gordon (for that is his name!) – advised me that we had a nest – complete with young ones – right at the top of the ivy growth, but hidden well inside it. He had left them well alone…

…as shall I – for this was no bird’s nest – but a raccoon’s! Bet you didn’t see that one coming. I did not know that raccoons made nests and certainly not so far off the ground.

Well – that certainly explains the close attention that they have been paying to our kitchen waste bin.

Anyway – here are a couple of other pretty images from the garden:

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What do you think this little chap is waiting for?

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Perhaps he has heard that the Snowbirds (the Canadian equivalent of the Red Arrow – for UK readers) are about to fly-over…

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidWoah! A bit too bloomin’ fast for me to get a decent shot. By the time you have heard them – they’re gone!

Oh well!…

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Whereas the Chanteuse and I were quite delighted last year to have discovered a method of remote working that enabled Anam Danu to record (in real time!) our second collection of songs – “Winter Blue and Evergreen” – whilst safely ensconced within our own creative spaces, we knew at the time that it was unlikely to be an optimal solution – and certainly not in the longer term.

It is perhaps because we are both a little ‘old school’ (we like to work face to face – to hear properly and without any annoying delays what we are doing – to not be subject to random audio artifacts – to indulge in all of the essential non-verbal communication that is the norm for human interaction) that everything seemed a bit of a struggle. Using the Internet as a recording tool is indeed a splendid boon to which, of course, previous generations did not have access, but it is far from being perfect.

We were extremely happy that we got to make an album safely in the midst of a pandemic; we hope not to have to do so again.

The really good news is that as a result of recent relaxations in restrictions – thanks largely to the Canadian vaccination program – this last week we were able to start working together again for the first time in a year and a half – here in my studio. We are already well on our way to having a decent collection of new material and we are now able to start recording it in earnest.

I think a good sized ‘Hoorah!’ is in order…

Now – should any gentle readers wish to be kept in the loop with regard to the release of new material, navigate to the Anam Danu website and enter your email address in the box at the bottom of our contact page and you will be kept informed of the latest developments.

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A new entry in an occasional series that should be entitled “Only in Canada“.

This one made it to The Guardian…

The headline reads:

“Pilot charged after landing helicopter in Canada town centre to buy ice-cream cake”

Enjoy!

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Photo by Andy Dawson ReidThe last two days of our brief but highly pleasurable visit to the mainland were dedicated to visiting some of The Girl’s family – for the first time since the pandemic began. On the Sunday we had a most enjoyable dinner in Port Moody with cousins and then on the Monday retraced our footsteps to North Vancouver to pay a call on The Girl’s ninety five year old aunt. It was wonderful to sense just a glimmer of normality after such a long time with little but our own company – vastly pleasurable as that always is.

We had made only the most tenuous of plans for the last day so had not booked a place on a ferry crossing to the island, guessing that the Monday would be fairly quiet and that we could just pitch up and jump aboard.

Wrong!

As The Girl negotiated the maze of routes out of Vancouver towards Tsawwassen I looked up the status of the sailings on the InterWebNet. At this time of year ferries depart hourly – on the hour – but we could see that the 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock sailings were already full. As The Girl put the ‘pedal to the metal’ (she likes that!) we watched the rolling updates from BC ferries indicate that the 3 o’clock was filling rapidly and that the 4 o’clock was not far behind. When we finally reached the terminal at Tsawwassen we we told we might be on the 4 pm or it might be the 5 pm!

Having not yet had lunch and mindful of the long wait to come we headed for the terminal building to source ourselves some victuals – only to discover that a power failure had resulted in all of the concessions being closed – barring the confectionery stand and they were only able to take cash as all of the machines were ‘hors de combat’.

Bah!

That was not the most healthy repast that we have ever consumed.

No matter – we were determined not to let such small things spoil a most enjoyable trip and we were soon home again.

A final flurry of images from the journey home.

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