No bats

I was booked into a hotel for Halloween, but actually dining in a different one with some work colleagues.

I don't think any of us noticed Halloween during the evening, although at lunch time in a different venue with a colleague we had noticed the lone Christmas cracker on the table as we hastily ate jacket potatoes before heading to a meeting.

I'm guessing it's all a factor of the pre-scheduling of everything now. My best Halloween encounters were Friday night, when I sat in a pizza place which had a pretty good pumpkin and then later in the evening the pub had a full complement of scary people spilling out across the late-night pavement. The iPhone pizza place pumpkin picture (pause for breath) is above, but the picture at the top shows my 'creature of the night' performance after we left the Hallows Evening restaurant. I'd decided early evening to go home instead of back to the other hotel. It was a case of a 2h30 mid evening drive versus a 3 to 4 hour drive with an early start the next morning.

And I was back well before the witching hour.

our kitchen always has its own time zone

Time was, when the clock change meant everything had to be adjusted individually to the new setting. Nowadays it kind of works in reverse. Everything changes automatically except for a couple of old battery clocks.

Even getting into the car I was treated to that moment when the ignition is switched on and the clock then spins around 11 hours without me touching anything.

It can be confusing though. We keep the kitchen in a special +20 minutes time zone. Its a sort of tradition to try to avoid being late for things and just enough to be almost forgotten about in routine matters. On Sunday evening, as we returned from a couple of days away, it was at one of those times where we just didn't know any more what the right time was.

"Shall we make the kitchen only plus five?" came a suggestion.

We've left it plus 20.

gullibity

I know, I should have taken the picture from a lower angle.

There was actually someone else trying to take the same picture so I just snapped away. The puddle in the foreground is a clue though. We were scoping out a few boat trips around Poole, with a view to taking a short trip on Sunday.

The modest sunshine on Saturday was probably indicating the last fine weather we'll get before the season finally changes but we'd already got plans for the day so Sunday seemed like the best bet for boating.

However, the little weather forecast on my phone was showing rain, rain, rain, rain, rain for Poole on Sunday.

The gull probably took a trip around the harbour, but we didn't.

barrels of oil equivalent at the car service

Wednesday was car service day.

Its a whole year that I've had the current car and its little message popped up a few days ago to remind me to take it for a service. By the time I was ready, it had slid into "5 days past service" on the dashboard message and required me to tap "OK" before it would give me the normal read-outs.

Of course, the car is like a giant computer now anyway, and it only mildly surprised me when the chap in the service depot was explaining what they'd done.

"We've updated the command control software from version 1.3 to version 6."

I must admit I was slightly unnerved by this (thoughts of Windows updates in my mind - and especially for something that's only a year old). He was anticipating my reaction and said "Don't worry, it's a routine update."

I shall be interested if the change means that the very occasional playfully wrong "Now turn right" messages have been eliminated.

Then he went on to explain how they had "connected the car to Germany" to have the engine software updated. That it was all 'free' under warranty. And they'd done some modifications to some injector cables also under warranty.

So far, so good and all sounding inexpensive.

They got me on the oil though. I'm sure it needed changing, but I think I must have bought a whole barrel.

Heston Mince Pies - Are they Ecc?

A quick way to replace those calories burned from the wilful effort of cycling is to start eating mince pies.

We all know they are not really supposed to be eaten until December, although the shops start selling them by the pallet load from early October.

I'm pretty good at tuning out the bright red aisles until at least after the new Beaujolais arrives in mid November, so it is unusual to have mince pies in the house this early.

These mince pies are by Heston Blumenthal, the well known experimental chef. Last year he produced a type of Christmas pudding that sold out everywhere in a stampedes of wild adulation, but I'm less convinced about this year's project.

Now I didn't actually buy them, and don't want to sound ungrateful, but I am slightly confused. Firstly, they are square instead of round. Maybe that's why the box doesn't show a picture of them. Secondly, they are made of puff pastry. Thirdly the filling is rather more of a smear than a dollop. Then the pastry itself is a little rubbery to cut with the edge of a fork. The 'pine sugar' has a pine zing when its tipped from the packet but doesn't really offset what I'd describe as a poorly executed Eccles cake.

That'll be another 15 minutes on the bike.

Garmin Edge 800 and Tacx Booster

Today, it's a slight case of needing to read the manual. Or it would have been if there had been one included.

I've been using one of those Garmin units on my bike for quite a long time. It has that ANT+ wireless telemetry and reads out speeds, cadence, heart rate, calories and my route. I originally just tapped in a few basic setup instructions, clipped it and a couple of sensors to the bike and was in business. There's even little guy riding another virtual bike to act as a pacemaker on the display.

Then, a few days ago I decided to start some preparation for the colder and potentially slippery weather. Time to pump the tyres on the metal bike with lights, mudguards and the other paraphernalia.

It got me thinking that I could hook the summer bike to one of those turbo trainer things in the now reclaimed garage space.

So I connected together the two or three components of a Tacx Booster, which is a kind of magnetic turbo unit with about ten settings (of which I am only capable of using 1-2-3 only at the moment.)

I'd left the Garmin on the bike and it seemed quite happy to function statically although the route map admittedly looked a bit strange. That's when I noticed the workouts menu. It lets me build little training regimes into the Garmin. Along the lines of 'pedal till heart-rate =x. Then pedal in range x for 100 calories. Then pedal at cadence x for y minutes. etc."

I'd never really noticed these menus before and so spent a few minutes making up some test scripts.

Then to test it on the bike. It all worked fine. The sensors would tell me if I was going too slow or too fast (yeah right!) and after each step was complete the Garmin would switch to the next one automatically.

Pretty good and with the display scrolling around there was enough going on to prevent boredom whilst pedalling. The main difference compared with road was the ability to set a constant pace in a suitable 'Zone' and then pretty much stick to it, which is quite difficult on roads with hills, traffic and so on.

I know I'll prefer being out on the road, but this little setup with the turbo trainer and some basic telemetry can be quite fun.

And back to the manual. The small print in the box said the big manual was available on-line where it also explains how to use another feature - the training centre, which turns out to be quick way to set up training programmes and review their results.

Next plan is to charge up the spare iPod for 'garage use'.

Bat flash trigger Tigger tale

There' a complicated chain reaction that led to these pictures.

I decided to take another picture of the bats flying in the garden, this time with a flash. It really isn't much effort because they seem to appear punctually at around 20 minutes after the sun sets, which has been around 6:30 or so for the last few days.

I found a flash gun and connected it to a camera and when the bats appeared I simply fired a few shots. The effect was almost blinding. A white wall of light that looked as if we were under alien attack. The bats seem unperturbed and carried on hunting for insects.

"There's lighting!" I could hear a neighbour calling out, "It must be very close!"

I decided to abandon the experiment which was starting to divert aeroplanes.

As I returned indoors I noticed that the camera was remote triggering the flash. Cue Tigger to pose for a couple of test shots.

wild-eyed iCloud?

I've converted one iPhone to the new iOS 5 launched a few days ago by Apple.

Unlike the various press reports of disaster, it transferred without incident, albeit taking the best part of two hours.

The phone in question isn't my main one; I preferred to transfer something less critical to check that the various email and calendars (which include Exchange) all worked before I took the plunge with what I consider to be my 'work' device.

It's raised another interesting set of questions about the iCloud transfer, which is a sort of inevitability because the old .mac/.me mobile system is being phased out sometime next year.

It's one of the few times where I need to read the small print before I start moving things though - because some services are no longer supported.

My issue will be with the Apple Macs I still use that are "pre Lion" and non-upgradeable. The main need will be for them to still access email and remain generally synchronised.

I think everything will be ok, but once I've typed 'Yes' into the relevant 'move to iCloud' boxes it looks like a one-way-trip.

Maybe I'll paint the garage doors today instead.

the hunt for tony blair

I've always been a fan of the Comic Strip Presents although they are quite rare items in the schedules - I can't even remember the last one shown until last evening's Tony Blair movie.

Scripted by Peter Richardson and with Stephen Mangan (Guy from Green Wing) as Tony, this was a full on film noir classic.

There were slanted camera angles, London buses, Coppers in pairs chasing through twisting streets, pipe smoking, ordinary people in crowded London theatres and mafia leader George Bush.

Many of the Comic Strip regulars were included and the familiar storyline managed to include most of the cliches of the British variety of black-and-white crime thrillers - except maybe a scene by a pier.

There was Mandelson played by Nigel Planer as the Third Man. Margaret Thatcher (Jennifer Saunders) alone in an old house watching endless news reels of the Falklands war and hiding something deeply disturbing in a cupboard, we had just about everything.

Robin Cook's denouncement of the war meant He Had To Go and was summarily dispatched in a soundstage mountaintop scene by Tony.

No one came out looking too good from the whole situation, and it ended after Tony floated along the Thames with a caption that "Tony Blair is still at large"

More, Please.

more bats

A sort of anti-photograph with today's post. It's my attempt to photograph the little bat that flies around in the evening.

My theory is its since the house across the way had some work done.

They added solar cells to the roof.

Good plan, but then they had to arrange for two tall trees to be cut down so that the sun could reach the cells.

So I'm guessing that the bats lived in the quite tall tree.

Notice I said bats, not bat, because I did notice this evening that there were two or three swooping around.

They are very fast and darting so I simply pointed the camera towards one flying around and pressed the shutter.

The frame came out black - but I turned up the brightness to see if anything came out.

It may look like a black smudge, but I know it's a bat.

Lytro light field

The conversations swooped around yesterday including some intra family discoveries of musical and photographic interest.

I was tipped off about the Lytro, which is the new technology camera that doesn't need to be focused. It use light field technology, which is like having a set of micro lenses to support every pixel in the sensor. That means it can record multiple depths of field in the equivalent of the RAW image. The current images are relatively small pixel counts, but it means that the decision about the point of focus can be left until post production.

For most photographers the choice of focus is something done at the point of pressing the shutter, but I suppose this can be used for a new type of point and shoot camera where the camera pretty much captures everything and then lets the 'user' choose the thing to be kept in focus - "Shoot first, focus later"

Of course, we also debated its use for video, but even for photos this must be bashing out quite a large file size.

Still, its one to (literally) watch.

Try it here: Decide how to present the above picture of Coco Rocha with a bicycle. Click to focus on her face, the wall or one or other of the bicycle wheels. Double click to zoom.

celebrating a life

Some of us were at a family get-together yesterday - celebrating the life of Doris.

She'd have been pleased at how it went and the buzzy hospitality of the busy house where we congregated for a chatter.

The right kind of cakes were on offer and it gave a chance for sometimes far-flung parts of the family to catch up on the gossip.

Just how she'd want it.