Forty winks

 

Forty winks

When the sun beats down relentlessly, the senses become befuddled and concentration is increasingly difficult. Perhaps that is the time to stop battling the urge to close your eyes, allow the lids to droop and have forty winks.

This common English idiom was first recorded in 1821 by William Kitchiner (1778-1827) who advocated a short sleep in daytime for good mental and physical health. William Kitchiner was known as ‘a celebrity chef.’

Why is it ‘forty’ winks rather than twenty-one or seventy-five, or any other random number? The number forty has often been used to indicate a vague but substantial period, or an extensive set of things or events in folklore. In the Bible, Moses spends forty days on the mountain, the rains fall for forty days and forty nights in the Great Flood, Christ endured forty days in the wilderness. In The Arabian Nights, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves tells the story of an honest poor man who uncovers a thieves’ treasure den. From that story comes the phrase, ‘open sesame.’

A ‘wink’ is a fleeting closing of the eyes. It may be deliberate; a wink can be a hidden message between two people, or an indication of a joke, or a flirtation, but in the context of ‘forty winks’ it means not a constant blinking but a ‘resting of the eyes’ as some like to express it. In other words, it is a brief, restorative sleep.

Some people consciously choose to have forty winks. I worked with someone who daily had forty winks in the lunch break. I may be wrong (frequently am!) but it seems to me that men are more inclined than women to take forty winks.

26th June

 

26^th June

What is special about June 26^th?

In a non-leap year, it is the 177^th day of the year. There are 188 days remaining until the end of 2026.

The next leap year is 2028, and in that year, 26^th June will be the 178^th day of the year.

 It is a ‘national’ day for other causes, among them National Cream Tea Day and National Take Your Dog to Work Day.

It is also a national day for Beauticians, Canoes, Refrigeration, Chocolate Pudding, and Barcodes among many others. A thing which may seem mundane or even boring to one person is a source of interest and satisfaction to another.

Secret Garden

 

Secret Garden

Bank vole (Myodes glareolus)

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons

The bank vole is Britain's smallest vole, measuring 8-12 cm, with a tail 6 cm long. It lives from 6 to 18 months in grassland, farmland, woodland, moors, or gardens.

I am probably late to watching the series but have just seen the first of five episodes of ‘Secret Garden,’ introduced by David Attenborough. Superb camera work brought to life the lives of insects, tiny mammals, like bank voles, jewel-like kingfishers, a grass snake swimming, and otters, among many other wonders.

The setting was a river surrounding a mill house in Oxfordshire, whose garden is flooded regularly. As is common with wildlife documentaries, there were moments of tension - an otter stalked nine ducklings unable yet to fly, and their mother acted as a decoy to save her brood.

Red kites soared above. They are scavengers but will take an easy meal of small prey if it presents itself. Aggressive damselflies feasted on mayflies.

The skill and patience of the camera men (and they usually seem to be men!) was matched by their hardiness. I don’t know how many people would willingly sit in a hide in a river for five days to capture an elusive otter on film.

If you have already seen this programme, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. If you haven’t, please watch it if you can.

Relaxation!

 

Relaxation!

Gilbert knows how to take his ease.

Just look at the suppleness of his spine.

He can relax flamboyantly on a bed . . . (with Herschel nearby, top right).

Daydreaming

Dreaming

Postal rates

 

Postal rates

 A standard first-class stamp in UK costs £1.80, up 10p from April 7^th, 2026.

 A second-class stamp is £0.91, just over half the price of a first-class stamp. It increased by 4p in April.

Those who still send letters usually opt for second-class postage. It’s noticeably cheaper, and the letters often arrive at the same time as correspondence with first-class stamps. Remoter areas will often experience significant delays, even with first-class postage.

At present the Post Office site states that second-class letters will arrive within three business days, and a first-class letter will be delivered by the next working day, including Saturdays.

Today, a flyer dropped through our letter box, in bright red Royal Mail livery. It stated, '2^nd class mail is changing.’ The changes are intended ‘to deliver a better all-round service.’ Considering how customers send mail, Royal Mail aims ‘to offer a more reliable and sustainable service.’

Letters and cards carrying second-class stamps will be delivered every other day, and if one of the days is a Saturday, the letter or card will be delivered within three weekdays. So, something posted before collection on a Friday may not reach the recipient until the following Tuesday.

First-class mail will continue to be delivered six days a week. Mail is never delivered on a Sunday, though parcels can be delivered ‘up to’ seven days a week.

Is this change intended to encourage more people to buy first-class stamps, so that cards can be expected to arrive for the important date they’ve been sent for? I suggest that fewer people will bother to send anything by surface mail.

The peak of 20 billion letters in 2004-2005 has dropped to 6.6 billion and is forecast to drop to 4 billion in the next few years.

The decline is blamed on the growing dependence on digital communication. This has been reflected worldwide. At the same time, parcel deliveries have increased markedly.

Are we witnessing the demise of the personal letter or card? Will future generations be unable to read letters sent by their forebears? Will anyone be able to read another person’s handwriting? 

I know of children already who cannot read cursive script. This is not so surprising, since, unless we have been specially taught, it is difficult for most people to read journals and notes written by people in the 16^th century. Queen Victoria’s handwriting from the nineteenth century was difficult to decipher.

It would be disappointing if future historians and biographers in their research had nothing more exciting to sift through than emails and text messages.

Sunday morning walk

 

Sunday morning walk

Out by 6:00 a.m. and back home before the heat started to rise.

Tomorrow will need an earlier start, and Tuesday and Wednesday earlier still.

Float to Live

 

Float to Live

The summer edition of the RNLI publication ‘Lifeboat’ arrived a few days ago. The magazine contains a selection of articles on subjects related to the sea. There is usually a rescue story, highlighting the incredible work of the RNLI (Royal National Lifeboat Institution)

There is often a reflection on someone’s work with the service, or a glance back to history.

This edition celebrated twenty-five years of RNLI Lifeguards and also emphasised the ‘Float to Live’   water safety advice. The ‘Float to Live’ campaign was launched in 2017 and has saved more than fifty lives in the years since, including children caught in rip currents, and runners falling into canals.

The RNLI has discovered that about half of those who drown every year had no intention of entering the water. Another survey found that one in three people have no idea what to do if they get into difficulty in the water.Everyone can float, even if they are convinced they cannot. Old wives’ tales of people being too heavy to float, or coming from a particular ethnic background which makes it impossible, are responsible for misinformation. One of the first lessons taught by swimming instructors is about floating.

There are five easy steps. The first is to lie on your back and tilt your head back, until your ears are submerged. Secondly, you should relax and try to control your breathing. You should move your arms, hands, and legs to keep you afloat. You may feel your legs sinking and that is fine. There is no one ‘right’ way to float. The last tip is to practice floating in a safe environment, building confidence in your ability. Floating may save your life.

I wrote about the RNLI here, and here, with a fanciful story here.

In tandem

 

In tandem

 A beautifully decorated tandem in The Hague, The Netherlands

Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons 

We see a lot of cyclists, many in form-fitting lycra, training seriously on the hills around us, but we don’t often come across tandems. I understand that they’re not particularly difficult to ride but require great trust between the two parties using them.

The person at the front of the machine is called the Captain or the Pilot and is usually the heavier of the pair. The one at the back is known as the Stoker and provides extra power.

I worked with someone whose husband was keen to have a tandem. She was not so enthusiastic, being of slight build and generally not inclined to participate in any sport. I don’t remember the outcome of the discussion.

Returning on Friday morning from a ‘verification trip’ (don’t ask!) to the Post Office, we passed two tandems, which caused us to wonder if there was an event. As we didn’t see any more, we assumed these two couples were out for a relaxing ride through the countryside on an increasingly warm day.

I have been singing, ‘Daisy, Daisy,’ ever since!

Daisy, Daisy,

Give me your answer, do!

I’m half crazy

All for the love of you!

It won’t be a stylish marriage,

I can’t afford a carriage.

But you’ll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two!

The correct title is ‘Daisy Bell’ and is said to have been inspired by Daisy Greville, Countess of Warwick, who was one of a number of Edward VII’s mistresses.

Harry Dacre (1857-1922) was the pen name adopted by a British songwriter called Frank Dean. He moved to America after four years in Australia and took with him an early version of ‘Daisy Bell.’ He also took his bicycle and had to pay import duty on it. The legend is that his friend William Jerome remarked that it was fortunate he had not brought with him a bicycle built for two, for then he would have had to pay double the duty. Dacre was inspired by that comment to alter the words of his song to reflect a tandem. Written in 1892, it was recorded by Dan W. Quinn in 1893.

It is the chorus which is familiar. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the verses.

There is a flower within my heart, Daisy, Daisy!

Planted one day by a glancing dart,

Planted by Daisy Bell!

Whether she loves me or loves me not,

Sometimes it's hard to tell;

Yet I am longing to share the lot

Of beautiful Daisy Bell!

Daisy, Daisy,

Give me your answer, do!

I'm half crazy,

All for the love of you!

It won't be a stylish marriage,

I can't afford a carriage,

But you'll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two!

We will go "tandem" as man and wife, Daisy, Daisy!

"Pedaling" away down the road of life,

I and my Daisy Bell!

When the road's dark we can both despise

Policeman and "lamps" as well;

There are "bright lights" in the dazzling eyes

Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
(Chorus)

I will stand by you in "wheel" or woe, Daisy, Daisy!

You'll be the bell(e) which I'll ring you know!

Sweet little Daisy Bell!

You'll take the "lead" in each "trip" we take,

Then if I don't do well;

I will permit you to use the brake,

My beautiful Daisy Bell! 

 Family tandem for six, 1925, Germany. The family is enjoying a picnic as they cycle!
Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons 

Headlines

 

Headlines

The headline that caught my attention this morning was not the much-vaunted electoral success of the so-called ‘King of the North’ but the one about conjoined twins. Two Nigerian babies were successfully separated last year in the UAE. Mercy and Goodness were joined at the head and a team of medical professionals from more than twenty countries worked together to separate them.

The team used a variety of sophisticated techniques using AI and AR to prepare themselves for over forty hours of surgery, separating skulls, brains, and blood vessels. 

Wikimedia informs that AR or augmented reality ”is a form of 3D human–computer interaction that overlays real-time 3D-rendered computer graphics into the real world through a display, such as a handheld device or head-mounted display.”

Mercy and Goodness made a full recovery from the complex, brilliant surgery and are now back home in Nigeria. The lead paedriatic surgeon from Great Ormond Street Hospital, (GOSH) Professor Noor ul Owase Jeelani said,  ”This case involved a team split across three continents, helping children from a fourth … it is a beautiful example of how we can produce life-changing outcomes through global collaboration and knowledge-sharing: skill, technology and humanity coming together to defy all odds.” 

Now, that is truly something to celebrate, and an example of cooperation we all could aspire to follow.

Into the long grass

 

Into the long grass

A reporter on the radio discussing something the other morning mentioned ‘kicking it into the long grass.’ Although I understood the meaning, of delaying a difficult decision, I wondered about its origins.

I thought maybe it had something to do with cricket. Many British expressions use cricketing metaphors – ‘playing with a straight bat,’ ‘having a good innings,’ ‘it’s not cricket,’ ‘on a sticky wicket,’ ‘stumped,’ and so forth, but I found nothing about long grass. Perhaps it was a golfing phrase? Hitting a ball into the long grass could be problematic, I suppose. ‘Kicking’ seemed to be a little inappropriate. Cricket and golf balls are not generally kicked anywhere, unless in frustration. So, I looked it up.

It certainly comes from a sporting background and originated from the game of golf. Hitting a ball into the unmown grass or ‘rough’ makes it unplayable or lost. Kicking it there, through spite, exasperation, or some other trigger, is not considered good sportsmanship. (Should that be ‘sportspersonship??)

It is also related to rugby, where it is known as ‘kicking into touch.’ The ball is kicked out of the playing area, stopping the game and reducing tension.

One site I found suggested that it was originally a term used in politics since the mid-20^th century, with the first recorded usage, presumably in Hansard, giving the date 1966, when the MP Geoffrey Rippon asked, "How long are the Royal Commissions expected to take to complete their work? In other words, how long is the ball to be kicked into the long grass?"

However, the Orkney Herald of 1948 used it in its Sports Shorts, as follows:

Orkney Herald (Kirkwall, Orkney, Scotland) of Tuesday 27^th July 1948:

MOWER NEEDED.
At a recent Parish Cup game in Bignold Park, a linesman lost the ball in the long grass (off the pitch), and the game was held up for some time till it was found.

A goat in the garden?

 

A goat in the garden?

 Goat moth (Cossus cossus) June, Berkshire. 

We had a pony in the house once. It belonged to a friend of one of our daughters, but we’ve never had anything larger than dogs, cats, foxes, and squirrels in the garden.

Imagine my surprise, then, when taking the laundry off the washing line, I discovered a goat! Actually, it was a goat moth (Cossus cossus) one of just three species of the Leopard and Goat moth family (Cossidae) found in the British Isles. It is nationally and increasingly scarce, its numbers decreasing since the 1960s, but East Berkshire remains a stronghold for this species. Favoured habitats include wetlands and old woodlands.

The goat moth is one of the heaviest moths to be found in the UK and its caterpillars may be as long as 10 cms.

The adults are nocturnal and rarely seen, only flying in June and July, with the aim of finding a mate. In daylight hours, they rest on tree trunks, their livery enabling them to merge with their background. The adults cannot feed, having no functional mouth parts, and exist only to breed, living for up to two weeks after emergence.

The goat moth acquired its name because of the smell the larvae emit, which is similar to that of a male goat. The caterpillars hatch from eggs laid in crevices or on the bark of deciduous trees. They then bore into the wood, mining deep burrows. They have the longest larval stage of any British moth, taking four or five years to reach full size. During that time, they eat into the heartwood of trees, and that is one of the reasons they traditionally have been despised by foresters and gardeners.

When they reach the stage of pupation, they chew an exit out of the bark, then make a silken cocoon.

Sap and larval excrement ooze from the holes made by the larvae, providing nutrients for many invertebrates, some rare, like the Crimson Underwings moth. The sap runs attract other nocturnal moths, butterflies like the Red Admiral, beetles and some rare flies.

Not much camouflage here!

Do they serve any purpose, I wondered? The caterpillars spend three to five years developing and in that time they consume dead and decaying wood. The large caterpillars provide food for birds, bats and small mammals. Between August and October, many of the rose or magenta-coloured caterpillars leave the trees to find somewhere to create their cocoon. That is when they are likely to be seen, traipsing across the woodland floor or meandering along a path. 

Others remain on the trees where they hatched.

Goat moths are also found across Europe, North Africa, and Asia.

 Something's cropped up . . .

. . . nothing serious, or even interesting. Back soon, hopefully. 

Opinion

 

Opinion

I’m not overtly political. I have never belonged to a political party, as I’m not sufficiently convinced by the causes each party espouses. I have voted for each of the three major parties (as they were) over the years and have never understood people who claim to have ‘always’ voted for the same party. The ‘newer’ parties I find worrying, and even more so the thinking of some of the people who support them.

Along with much of the populace I am fed up with the current government. Keir Starmer’s lack of clear purpose is irritating, and the constant changes of direction are confusing and do not encourage confidence. The only thing that seems to be obvious is that an increasing amount of money will be spent on ‘welfare,’ to the detriment of other needs, without sorting out the basic causes of ill-health and poverty.

It is disgraceful that so many British youth have never been in employment and may indeed be the third or fourth generations in their families to be dependent on the state for benefits.

It is a cause for enormous concern that so many young people leave education unable to speak coherently, read, write, and do simple calculations.  The fact that many ‘fall into’ crime, serve prison sentences and, while incarcerated, are educated to a higher degree than they ever were at school is cause for alarm.

It is shocking that people can claim ‘mental health’ problems and corresponding allowances without a proper diagnosis.

I am tired of hearing the current government constantly blaming all our problems on ‘the last government.’ They were voted in to do something about the concerns, of which there are many. After two years in post nothing of note has been accomplished.

To hark back to history, had Winston Churchill adopted a similar stance, dithering and complaining about his predecessors, the country would never have been able to defend itself in the Second World War. As it was, it was a squeak to do so, since we were woefully ill-equipped. However, we were better prepared than we are at present, with an air force and a strong navy, though the army was small. We had a significant industrial capability, which allowed us to adapt our needs for warfare. That has been massively reduced in the decades following the Second World War.

Currently, we have a tiny army, a barely existing navy, and an air force which will have to work hard to bear the stress of any conflict.

Now, in the face of growing concerns about our national security, the government has reneged on its promise properly to fund the armed services. John Healey has resigned as Secretary for Defence, followed by Al Karns, armed forces minister.

The prime minister seems incapable of making a decision and sticking with it. His huge majority is proving a millstone round his neck as he attempts to please all sides and satisfies none. His chancellor, Rachel Reeves, is inept and ill-qualified for the job, having greatly exaggerated her capabilities and experience. In any other line of work, she would have been sacked for dishonesty.

In the forthcoming struggle to lead the Labour party, who will win? Is there anyone who will be more capable? No-one stands out, and those who think the Makerfield by-election hopeful, Andy Burnham, will be an improvement need to think back to when he was in Blair’s government.

Will any of the contenders put country before party? Somehow, I doubt it.