Apfelstrudel

My other pictures are still in the camera, so this iPhone snap of Apfelstrudel from mid-afternoon will have to suffice until I can catch up.

I can see how it is sort of evocative of the Alps.

I accompanied it with hot chocolate with whipped cream (Heisse Schoko mit Schlag), so I can feel a little bit guilty now.

But not very. Particularly when I notice that the Austrians still have cigarette machines on street corners and ashtrays in bars.

But then, they also stage skier street races like tonight's through the shopping district.

valley view

A pretty view from the balcony here. We've travelled from Salzburg and set up in this valley surrounded by mountains. Next to explore.

Almdudler moment

Yes, we have already acquired some of that Almdudler fizzy drink, which is almost a tradition when dropping tinto Austria, yet largely unheard of in the UK.

snow report

Time for a few days in Austria, starting in Salzburg. There's some snow about, although I suspect there will be more when we get to the ski areas.

count the cages

Maybe some of the Cabinet are still protecting Theresa May, like some sort of Praetorian Guard, but the classicists will know that such situations can, of themselves, lead to demise.

The PM is off to China over the next few days, unencumbered by her Foreign Secretary, who is probably in Colebrooke Row plotting various li(n)es of succession.

We've Olly Robbins running the David Davies negotiation, whilst ruffled DD looks like he's just back from a night in the cells.

Oh yes, let the caged bird sing.

As well as no grip on colleagues, the government seems to have a limited grasp of the messaging from the EU. I don't think it is just a translation thing, but most of it gets spun to sound more positive. Mr Barnier keeps saying things about time frames which are at odds with what the Brits think. For example, would we be staying under EU legislation until 2020? Pay to stay but have no say? Only able to renegotiate trade terms after the payments and exit terms have been finalised? That's 2018 gone.

Then there's the anachronism of the Lords with around 180 peers requesting to speak and amend the exit bill on Tuesday and Wednesday. Goodness, they've had to open the Lords early (11 am) to get a full day of work in.

Meanwhile, the unscrupulous scavenger birds sit on the wires waiting their moment.

Exe Estuary Avocet Cruise from Topsham

Early morning on the Topsham Quayside. So early it was still dark when we first arrived.

I'd left home wondering whether my ski jacket would be rather excessive for the little trip along the river. It turned out that my clothing was somewhere in the middle of the range selected by others.

Yes, we were going out on an RSPB Avocet Cruise. We'd be on the same boat that takes people across to the pub in sunnier weather, but today it would be used to seek out the wildlife along the Exe.

Armed with the identification card and a pair of binoculars, we could soon start to tick off the various species. Waders, Ducks, Gulls and 'Others'.

Fortunately we had a couple of very knowledgeable RSPB folk to provide a commentary, which only paused for a short time whilst a BBC Radio interview took place. We saw birds from all the main categories.

It started with avocets - that's the bird on the RSPB logo, where it also represents conservation. Avocets were almost gone from Britain but with improved wetland management they've made a strong comeback as evidenced in the RSPB picture below.

Then there was a collection of godwits. Black-tailed, I think our commentator said. They provide a kind of identification challenge being a wader that looks completely different in winter compared with its its summer plumage.

At this time of year many of the species are using the river for overwintering and the mud provides a rich source of food with a square metre of mud housing a bird-slurpable energy equivalent of a couple of KitKat fingers (at least I think that's what the RSPB chaps said). The smaller birds need about the calorific equivalent of a four finger KitKat per day, consumed in the form of tiny creatures from the mud. No wonder they look busy.

Then, for something like a cormorant, the river is a great source of eels and fish and with their efficient hunting technique they may only spend an hour a day fishing. One I saw threw its catch into the air, like a test cricketer catching a ball, before downing it in one. Showoff? Apparently the reason cormorants are often seen with their wings outstretched is because their wing feathers are not waterproof, which assists their fast diving. It means that the birds will stretch out to dry their wings whilst digesting their food. My picture here of a young cormorant is a cheat, because I took it in Santa Barbara, but I think it still illustrates the stretched wings.

There were plenty more to see, but I'll finish with the brent geese, which were flying around in huge squadrons. Apparently the apocryphal cooking method for a brent goose is to put it in a pot with an old boot. Boil for several hours, and then take out the brent goose and throw it away, instead eating the boot which will taste better.

I suspect the brent geese came up with this recipe themselves, as a form of protection. After all, they have to fly from England to Greenland or Siberia to raise their next family and even on the mudflats around the Exe it is still easy to discern their family units staying together. Here's another RSPB impression of them flying.

For us, when back at the boatyard, it was time to follow our excellent organiser Ange back to the Globe, for a still fairly early breakfast.

time sink

I still can't believe how rude and inconsiderate the recent Windows operating system can be. This version of Windows 10 is running on the 'garage' PC which is mainly used for things related to bicycles (don't ask).

A few days ago it said it needed to perform an update. Did I want to do it now or overnight? Overnight, obviously. That way it'd be ready the next time I needed to use it.

Or so one might think. Next time I attempt to use it, it starts by telling me it still needs to 'complete' the update. This may take several more minutes. #herewegoagain

I let it run, including that 90% complete section that lasts way too long. Then, hooray, it worked again although refused to recognise my ANT+ components until I rebooted it just one more time.

Next day, I used it for about 10 minutes and then it froze with a sort of repeating buzzing sound. It was a software error. Reboot and guess what? Another (this time unsolicited) update.

box sets in the garage

The wireless is now working reliably in the garage. Normally I'd use an Airport Express to extend the coverage but this time I thought I'd try an inexpensive alternative. A plug and go TP-Link range extender, costing £25.

Remove from the box, plug into the mains close to the main router to set up the wifi connection, then, once initialised, move it to a point close to the outside wall where it can beam the signal across to the garage.

Setup time around 10 minutes, including unboxing such that I now have speedy internet in the garage, fast enough to watch Netflix whilst firing up the recently recommissioned bicycle turbo.

slap down

That recent 'new' idea about a bridge to France appeared to be more attention-grabbing from a politician trying to keep a high profile. I expect he liked the alliteration as well. "The BoJo Bridge".

It's similar to the personal branding he applied to the bikes in London. I recollect that Ken Livingstone originally announced the plan for the bikes back in 2008, as a ten year project. Boris was in the right place when the scheme went live two years later and bagged the credit.

Now he's trying to do the same with NHS funding. As one of his colleagues recently commented "Foreign secretary, your colleagues need to trust you." Sadly, as a buffoon-emulating brawler toff, he has his political eyes on the route to power.

His pre-Cabinet release of an extensive self-publicity piece in the Times just about sums up his attitude. His lies were on that Brexit bus but now he's trying to salvage a positive position, which is also completely outside of his haphazard remit.

I'm honestly surprised that the Prime Minister hasn't ejected him from the Cabinet. I know there's all the speculation that he would immediately try to overturn her position, but BoJo is playing a longer game.

He knows that the current PM position is tainted with the problem of how to deliver anything approaching a value for money Brexit. We should not forget that along with Cameron, Osborne, Gove and Farage, he is one of the chief clowns who created the current position.

And he created it not through conviction, but through pure politicising. His continuing display of 'incompetence and disloyalty' (as described by Anna Soubry) seems to still pay off.

interior scan

We've one of those Tanita scanning scales at home and I use the Boditrax when I'm at the gym. They normally give similar readings (weight, BMI, BMR, etc) and I recently discovered that the Boditrax is really a souped-up version of the Tanita.

The main thing is that they are showing a positive trend, which I reckon to be a combination of factors which I'll summarise by that controversial figure of metabolic age. To be frank, my MA number does wander around somewhat, although I expect there are instructions to measure consistently, which I've somehow managed to ignore.

I only started to look at the figure as a lark, way back when I was feeding data from my cycling back into GarminConnect.

It's all slid a bit sideways since we moved though, mainly because various gadgets have been low priority to get working again. As can also be seen from my low cycling activity levels since we originally hit the road last May.

From over 1,300 miles cycled in the first few months of 2017, down to almost no trips in the latter part of the year. Admittedly the bikes were locked up in storage until September.

And with everything else going on, I still need to sort out various bicycle components (tyres, brakes, lights) and as an ultra faffing-around gesture to create a wifi bridge that can reach to the garage so that I can collect the statistics from bike rides.

The wifi signal will also need a booster, if I want to watch Netflix from the bike turbo.

So I've been on a kind of minimum maintenance programme, although I really need to get cycling again properly. Some would question the need for statistics at all, but personally I find the numbers can act as a spur when I'd otherwise sink into a sofa.

So, time to get things fired up again. And yes, today I was sent one of those NHS quizzes about health and lifestyle. Inevitably it had quite a few suggestions for me.

But hey, anyone can try the 10 minute fitness and lifestyle test. Just click the box on the left.

this is the kit

Time for a music post.

This Is The Kit.

My favourite 'new' 2018 band so far. "Moonshine Freeze"

And "Misunderstanding" live (with a single Aston Spirit microphone)

hard sun

I've decided that Hard Sun is a set of unreleased Luther scripts from a cancelled series subsequently repurposed into a pre-dystopian thriller.

We get a pop-up version of a Luther character, played by Jim Sturgess as a sub Broadchurchian mocknee, and his tough, edgy sidekick with a complicated backstory, played by Agyness Deyn.

To make the old scripts resellable, Luther-style serial killing has been left in, but an ominous Spooks-style backdrop has been added, however fleeting.

It's great to see all the London haunts. Streets behind the Borough Market, the Shard from every angle. Bits of Kings Cross. The Thames shoreline by the OXO tower at low tide. There must be (a) a body discovery or (b) a fight scene coming up. No wonder Sturgess has that wavering LunDun accent.

I've decided that 'tropeaload' could be a new word. It's when a series overdoes the use of certain moments.

Yes, it's okay for the edgy detective to have a secret compartment in the roof of her house where they keep a crazy wall. It's not okay for another serial killing character to also have one. I've also been reminded that she is actually living in a hotel, so that attic must be a lucky coincidence.

Yes, it's okay for the raincoated male detective (hint: like Agyness shows, it should have been Burberry) to turn up on the doorstep of a woman's house at 3am. But is it right when a couple of reels later he turns up at a different woman's front door in similar circumstances?

As for the police station looking like the retro one in Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes. Right to the checkerboard ceiling. One could almost cue a Bowie song. Oh wait. They did.

My musing leads me to think that a three parter thriller was hard to sell. But then melding the detective story and adding in a supermodel, permitted it to get the go-ahead. Go Agyness!

Of course I'll carry on watching it. I've only got two episodes left to go. Maybe I am picking holes in the characterisations, or the plot, as well as waiting for a gargantuan twist, and wondering how they will manage to resolve so many unrelated themes?

Update: or not resolve them?