Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018

Sue and Martin above Zermatt - 2018
Showing posts with label Timperley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Timperley. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 March 2020

Saturday 28 March 2020 - parkrun substitute number 2

 
Since , the streets have gone very quiet. Shortly after posting the parkrun entry for 21 March, our computer failed. Luckily, I was able to take it to our local shop (who built it) on Monday morning, after which strict 'Social Distancing' rules came into force. Thankfully, my daughter Kate was able to pick the repaired computer on Tuesday after attending her grandma's funeral. Thank you Kate.
 
Thanks also go to Grapevine Computers in Altrincham for sorting out the problem and replacing the 2TB hard disc that had failed. Luckily, all the data could be transferred to the new disc, and our Dropbox back up files weren't needed.
 
I reported seeing 47 other runners during my parkrun substitute. Today I saw just one runner and a few dog walkers, albeit I set off well before 9 o'clock. Moreover, I've decided to avoid the busy canal towpath where two metres distancing from passing cyclists is impossible, in favour of Walton Road's quiet pavements.
 
Derbyshire Road South, pictured above, is normally fairly quiet, but Marsland Road, pictured below, is a busy main road - virtually empty yesterday as I jogged along in the lovely spring sunshine.
 
 
I tuned in to the and again this morning. 9/15 score this week was a big improvement! Perhaps because Sue was absent due to social distancing within our household (weird!?) and also because she was at Sainsburys, having taken over  as household shopper because she gets priority as an NHS employee working near 'the front line'. (Sadly she is not allowed to work from home.) Thanks Sue, you did well this morning. (We have flour and pasta!)

My 5 km times have slowed drastically this week to just inside 30 minutes. Today's 28.00 was my best time since last Saturday. The exercise is valuable though.

Take care and stay (at home) safe.

Saturday, 21 March 2020

Saturday 21 March 2020 - parkrun substitute number 1

 
Today, parkrunners all over the world have been trying to resolve what to do at 9.00 am on Saturday morning. The Facebook and youtube channels provide some ideas, and there's a youtube video hosted by Vassos Alexander (). There's also a . We scored 5/15. Room for improvement.
 
I counted 47 runners as I set off at 9 am and went along a 6.7 km route, after which the queue for the coffees was rather more amenable than the supermarket queues I've had to brave recently. Most of the 47 were on the busy towpath, which I joined after 5 km in 26.36. I'm happy with that.
 
 
Here's my route, taken anti-clockwise, starting near Timperley Bridge, where I took the top selfie. You might need to click on the image to see it properly. Sue went for a walk up and down the towpath as she is injured for running at present. Neither of us saw any of our 'parkrun regulars', but we are in touch with some of them through a WhatsApp group.
 
 
Martha (encountered on her bike yesterday) and I were due to do our 250th parkruns together on 18 April, with lots of cake in attendance. That seems a distant memory of a plan now, especially as we don't have enough flour (and the shop shelves are bare) to make any cake. Unhappy days, but at least Sue and I have an income, unlike millions of others..

Thursday, 30 January 2020

Thursday 30 January 2020 - An Iris Day

 
A glance into our garden this morning gave us the first sight of irises, thanks I suppose to the warm January weather. A pleasure to see, as are the many garden birds that come to visit - notably blackcaps and goldcrests, as well as an unexpected visit from a little egret, which I've never before seen in the neighbourhood, let alone in our small garden.
 
Anyway, I was in a cheerful mood as I pottered along by Sinderland Brook, in the company of a lone redwing, to the recycling centre. Dead kettle and Xmas lights duly placed in the small appliances container, I set off to return home via Waitrose.
 
I was disappointed to see this load of rubbish, dumped (at SJ 752 902) about 30 metres from the recycling centre's entrance.
 
 
A stroll down the disused railway led to the path to Waitrose, where (at SJ 756 900) this was the scene.
 
 
There are some disgusting people about. I wonder whether anyone will try to identify the culprits from the rubbish they have dumped.
 
After visiting the supermarket, I took a route home that crosses the disused (the map incorrectly identifies it as 'dismantled') railway between Timperley and Glazebrook. This is a route where people are actively trying to get the five mile section of railway returned to use. The 'Stop, Look, Listen' signs are still there!
 
 
A few saplings may need to be removed, but happily there is no rubbish to collect just here, nor on the rest of my path to the Bridgewater Canal and onwards to home..
 
 
That's all from Timperley just now. The next few postings will be diary entries, more for my own and Sue's reference than any other purpose, and they will mainly duplicate scenes from previous years. We'll enjoy it all the same. (Apart from the long waits in airports.)

Wednesday, 25 December 2019

Merry Christmas Everyone

 
With Very Best Wishes from Both of Us

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

Tuesday 3 December 2019 - Dusk in Timperley


Here we are, satisfying all those suffering from 'canal deprivation', with a much requested update on the state of our local canal.

Yesterday, after a hard day in front of a computer screen, I was allowed out briefly by way of a transitional interlude between study and kitchen, for a few contemplative moments beside the Bridgewater Canal, where the Canada geese were choking on their breadcrumbs after being released from the ice, which had thawed during the course of the afternoon.

The 250 year old canal runs absolutely straight for 3.5 km in this section between Sale and Timperley. The recently renewed towpath is one of the busiest pedestrian/cycle ways in Greater Manchester.

Normal service will shortly be resumed...

Wednesday, 20 November 2019

Tuesday 19 November 2019 - Frost at Dunham Massey

 
Sunrise in Timperley, from the warmth of our kitchen, was a wintry vision.
 
Sue went to work, but Julia and I ventured out into the cool air, choosing the short drive to Dunham Massey, where a thin mist drifted over the lake.
 
 
Bridget and a colleague strolled past, in search of 'takings'.
 
There was much activity around the hall, and in the winter garden, as hordes of folk endeavoured to set up the light show that will open later this week and last until the end of December. Something to look forward to...
 
 
Gunshots confirmed that we should limit our range today to the prescribed paths.
 
 
These deer would have been wiser to stay our side of the signs.
 
 
They had left their purpose built shelter in favour of the dangers of the park.
 
 
Autumn seems to be turning to winter.
 
 
 
 
The Smithy Drive, above, has lost its leaves since 11 October, below.
 
 
Bridget and colleague zoomed past in an electric buggy.
 
Finally, a panoramic view as we returned to the house and car park after our 45 minute stroll.
 
 
Click on any image and you should get a better resolution image and access to a slideshow.
 
We met Bridget for a third time by the Visitor Centre. Usually elusive, she seemed to be everywhere this morning!

Friday, 16 August 2019

A Wet Day in Timperley

 
It's rare that it rains all day in Timperley, but it did today - even for a while when the sun came out.
 
We've had the pleasure of a visit from Jessica for a couple of days (one of which I spent ferrying Great Grandma Dot between Eccleshall and Manchester for an eye hospital appointment - all is well thanks to monthly injections to stave off AMD).
 
Lots of baking has taken place - most of yesterday, in fact, and she helped me make brownies this morning.
 
 
A visit to the Glass House at Wythenshawe Park offered the opportunity of saying hello to the fairies of Wythenshawe, who are dwarfed by the giant carp, and by the lilies pictured above.
 
 
 
 
The workers' cottages are 'bijou'.
 
 
A climb to our loft was needed to provide ammunition for another assignment, before some colouring books became the focus of attention.
 
 
It was great to have you, Jess, and we hope you'll stay here again soon.
 
The slight delay in this posting is entirely due to Anthony Doerr's beautifully written tale - 'All the Light we Cannot See'.

Saturday, 4 May 2019

Friday 3 May 2019 - Back in Timperley

I left readers last night, shortly before our visit to Stay, and after forgetting to mention Dot's successful AMD trip to Manchester.... no injection required - next visit to Tariq in a month's time. Great...

I've taken this opportunity to insert a map of yesterday's 13.5 km route, and a couple of snaps taken in Stay restaurant.

We've had an uneventful journey home, where it has been damp enough for the foliage to come on apace.

Thursday, 7 March 2019

Old Friends arrive in Timperley

 
Andrea and Thomas have arrived for a few days. Here they are with Sue, in the Alps last July, when we had an excellent day on the Berger-See-Hutte circuit above the Virgental Valley to the west of Matrei.
 
A and T used to be our close neighbours who looked after our house when we were away - until they moved to Heidelberg over five years ago. We miss them, and it's great to have them back for a few days, albeit we have separate agendas and commitments.

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Back by the Bridgewater Canal

'Home Sweet Home!'

An easy journey saw us leave Ottawa at 21.20 last night and arrive at home before 14.00 today, having lost the five hours that we gained a couple of weeks ago.

Thanks go to Ken and Helen for putting up with us for all that time. We did about 220 km of skiing on the excellent trails, as well as highly enjoyable snowshoeing, fat biking, and more relaxing activities.

Here's to another session next year...

Sadly, on arrival at home we discovered that Mary, one of Dot's very long-term neighbours, died last week. Our sympathy goes to Roger and the rest of the family. 

It seems to be one of those bad periods, as TGO Challenge's Bernie, who we worked with last year on Challenge Control, also died whilst we were away. He was a 'Big Man' who will be greatly missed. Our thoughts are with Pauline and the rest of the family.

Sunday, 6 January 2019

A photo in TGO Magazine, and more running

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The Great Outdoors magazine has a monthly back page of themed ‘Readers’ Photos’. The theme for the February 2019 issue was ‘Winter’. I rather ‘tongue in cheek’ ily sent in a couple of images of the Bridgewater Canal in winter. Hardly up to the standard of the image we used for this year’s electronic Christmas cards, but hey!

The magazine eschewed the image of a cyclist on the canal, but it did print the picture taken above, of Sue out for a stroll on 7 January 2010.

I’m not expecting any photographic assignments, but it is nice to be in print.

Back to running. Last week’s Sunday morning trip to the running track at Wythenshawe Park with J and J wasn’t entirely successful as neither child wanted to do the 2 km run, and I finished up going for a jog with Sarah.

However, that trip did stimulate me into getting the Great Run Local Tag ID, which arrived yesterday. So I popped down this morning and jogged around the 5 km course – a different course from the Saturday parkrun course, with fewer people. The picture below was taken just as the runners were about to set off. At the end of the run the Tag ID wristband is tapped against the start/finisher’s mobile phone, at which point this person, who I’d never met before, said “Well done Martin, 24.11". The name and time must come up on his screen.

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Although they didn’t run last week, J and J were sufficiently enthused to go to Burnley this morning with their mum and take part in a junior parkrun 2 km event. Their mum had sorted out bar codes and this time the children joined in the fun. Neither had run as far as 2 km before. Jacob managed it in 12.35, and Jess in 15.00 – both brilliant performances. Here they are before the run.

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I’m a proud granddad – today’s effort more than makes up for their reluctance to run last week. Well done to their mum as well.

Thursday, 8 November 2018

Autumn Colours at the Bridgewater Canal

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We are so lucky to live only a couple of minutes away from the Bridgewater Canal, where this year’s autumn colours are lovely.

These two pictures were snapped yesterday morning when I popped out for a short bike ride after a bit of rain.

The top picture is from where the ginnel at the end of our road emerges onto the towpath. A few weeks ago the hedge was rampant with blackberries.

The snap below was taken beyond the rowing club, next to the cemetery, in sight of Marsland Bridge in Brooklands.

The view changes from day to day, but even in poor weather my almost daily visits are one of life’s pleasures. There’s often a heron beside the towpath, and several grey wagtails enjoy their homes near the bridges. I haven’t seen Mandy the Mandarin for a while, nor a cormorant; and whilst there aren’t many moorhens, there are plenty of mallards, Canada geese, mute swans and black-headed gulls for the push chair brigade to feed and admire. Meanwhile the hedgerows can be laden with tits and sparrows and other ‘garden birds’, with a flock of goldfinches adding a bit of colour from time to time. I was pleased to see a thrush at the site of the top picture: we don’t see so many of them, although blackbirds are abundant.

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Friday, 21 September 2018

16 to 20 September 2018 – Around Timperley

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It’s nearly a week since we returned from ‘Summer in the Alps’.

The time has flown past. There were many emails to consider, and a bit of catching up with people – still not completed. Gibson was having trouble with image sizing for mobile postings to his blog. I think he has sorted it out now, but here’s the screen I find useful for attaching images at 10% of their original size.

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On Sunday, whilst I entertained John Clark (see previous posting), Sue shot off to the Manifold Valley for a walk with old friends. It rained. She took two pictures. Both of them were of her friends.

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On Monday a bike ride took me to Stretford, then past my old house in Chorltonville (looking very smart), and around Chorlton Water Park. The south bank of the Mersey saw me pausing to watch the swans and mallards whilst hoping for a fleeting glimpse of the Kingfishers that live near here. What I really wanted was a picture of a Metrolink tram on the bridge in the intermittent sunlight. I gave up after being momentarily distracted and missing not one but two trams on the bridge. Next time perhaps.

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A plan to return home via the Trans Pennine Trail (TPT) was foiled by a path closure sign, with no help regarding a diversion route, so I did a there and back along the good trail to Urmston, and returned home via the canal towpath. A good 28 km ride, keeping me out of Sue’s way – she wasn’t working today, and followed by a visit to Eagley Jazz Club where John Hallam accompanied the Tom Kincaid Trio. Excellent.

Tuesday saw me taking the Skoda to Stockport to see to its water leak. I took the opportunity to continue into Manchester. My Rohan trousers had a faulty pocket zip; they are obviously not the first as the young lady who served me magically had the zip working before I’d managed to hand the garment over properly. Amazing!

A trip to Castlefield failed to source a ‘Source’ bottle for Sue, but did serve as a reminder of Manchester’s long history. I wonder what it was like when the Romans were here. (Timperley didn’t exist in those days – it was first recorded as a settlement in around the 6th or 7th centuries.)

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Wednesday had me picking up the car, duly repaired FOC, and fresh with a software upgrade. “There must have been a problem in order for them to do an upgrade” I was told. They agreed that a loose hose that was the source of the leak may have been caused by the efforts made by the engine to escape to freedom rather than endure the ‘Stop/Start’ feature.

I tried a bike ride in the opposite direction in an effort to get to the bottom of the closed TPT. That involves cycling along the towpath through Altrincham, leaving the towpath for the TPT at Seamons Moss Bridge. I was pleased to see the work on the restoration of the bridge complete, and appropriate traffic calming bollards installed.

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Further on, the sweet smell of Himalayan Balsam mingled with the less attractive aroma of horse droppings, and whilst the leaves are only just starting to turn, the jay infested woodland by Carrington Moss has a distinctly autumn feel (though not temperature wise). Elsewhere, the blackberries that were so prolific in August have all but gone, and the nettles have started to die back. It’s still pretty dry though.

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From this west to east direction, the TPT closure was signed, and there was work going on that clearly was blocking the path. There was an easy diversion that I hadn’t spotted on Monday. It’s a shame that this sign hadn’t also been placed at the eastern end of the closure. The route I take is normally 18 km; the path closure added 2 km to that today. I got a good soaking on the 5 km back along the towpath from Stretford (see top picture). Perhaps it won’t seem so dry next time I go out.

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In between times the garden has needed attention, having apparently risen from the dead whilst we were away, and I finished Raymond Chandler’s ‘The Long Good-bye’ – a thoroughly enjoyable read despite a predictable ending.

That leads me to my next ‘book’ – my father’s diary that he kept from his retirement in May 1983, at the age of 60, to the end of his days in 1990. It’s a fascinating read that starts with all the effort needed to sort out the new house when he and Dot retired from Lincoln to live nearer most of their family in Staffordshire. I know that later it will become a difficult read as dad had to deal with a terminal illness, but in that relatively short period he did achieve a lot, including family biographies and even a novel, for which sadly he couldn’t find a publisher.

Dad’s diary is a lot different to this one, being a daily record of his activities and thoughts. It would be interesting to have his thoughts on Brexit. I wonder whether it would have depressed him as much as it depresses us.

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