Saturday (getting wet)

In the torrential rain I drove down to The Deer Park cross country in Gloucestershire to walk the show-jumping and cross country track in preparation for tomorrow’s two-phase competition.

My first thought was that unless there’s some fences hidden that I couldn’t find they’ve got a pretty crap cross country working in area.

My second thought was that the grass was a bit long in places, and with all the rain the surface was very slippery.

Then I thought that Vin’s shoes haven’t been fitted with stud holes!


I walked the track.



I also wondered how Vinnie would take to the course.

He’s young and green and some of the fences are mentally challenging as well as physically demanding.

Then I walked it again and thought it wasn’t quite so bad. Really.

But still scary.

And big.

And I’m still worried about Vin.

Then I drove back to Bromsgrove with a quick stop-over at Morrisons to do a little emergency shopping.

Soph’s parents came round for tea so I cooked a kind of (minced Quorn) Shepherd’s Pie with lots of veg; cream cakes for desert. It seemed to go down fairly well.

This evening there’s been a lot of off-course activity.

But first you need to know that tomorrow’s two-phase is a Team competition and each team has four members.

The three best scores go forward, the worst score is a discard.

My team (The Warriors – very aggressive. I wondered if we should get together before we compete and do a Haka!) consists of two people I’ve never met before as well as Sue from the yard and me.

Back to this evening.

Sue sent me a text saying her horse has had his back treated by the chiro today and as a consequence she’s pulled out of the two-phase.

So our team has no discard and consists of me and Vin – a novice pairing and threfore not exactly a short-odds bet on completing the competition!


Then I received another text saying that Christine from the yard has pulled out of an earlier, lower-height class – and asked if I’d like her slot.

Well yes, was my immediate reaction.

Given the difficulty and complexity of the track a lower height would probably give Vin an easier ride; could also give us more opportunity to gell our partnership.

But before I could do anything about it the organiser rang asking me not to drop out or shift to a lower height – because that would bring The Warriors down to just two competitors.

Oh well.

I’m still nervous as hell about the whole thing but I’ve decided that we’ll go down and look at it.

If I’m not happy with anything ‘on the day’ we can always pull out; yes it would mean disappointing people but Big Vin’s safety and welfare comes first in my book.


Get up you lazy sod!


Yes you in the green bathrobe; sitting there on the couch. Expression like a half-intelligent zombie while you’re bashing away at that laptop.

Haven’t you got a million things to do, f’crissake?

You’ve got a horse to exercise – prior to competing in Gloucestershire with him tomorrow.

You’ve got to drive down the motorway then walk and learn a cross-country course (see above).

You’ve got to run through your final pre-competition check-lists and load the lorry.

And your in-laws are coming at 2-ish, staying for tea and you’re cooking!

And you haven’t done the shopping yet, have you?  No, I knew you hadn’t.

You haven’t even taken your lovely wife breakfast in bed yet – haven’t even made breakfast yet!

Idle, that’s what you are; bone bloody idle.

Now get cracking before I tell everyone how you’ve been sitting there wasting time for the last two hours.

Go on, get a bloody move on.



The welfare of the child is paramount

This is a quote from a piece of legislation that is the centrepiece of English and Welsh childcare legislation: The Children Act (1989) as updated in 2004 under the Every Child Matters guidance.

The Children Act (1989) sets the legislative framework for a number of childcare policies that were already established case-, statute- or common-law.

It brought together and formalised a number of assumptions regarding childcare rules – and went on to establish diverse standards that would be applied within a regulatory framework.

What was new was the one simple statement which became a pivotal, doctrinal mantra for childcare: ‘The welfare of the child is paramount’.

Unfortunately this statement of imperative has been continually eroded since it was enacted; as if it were a large block of cheese persistently nibbled by an ever growing mischief of mice (details on request).

But one Rotherham-based GP – Dr Matt Capehorn – wants to put the welfare of the child back at the forefront of parental and legal thinking.

Dr Capehorn, who runs a paediatric obesity clinic, feels that parents who allow their children to become obese should be removed from the job.

Have their children taken in to care.

Dr Capehorn argues that obesity is a child protection issue; believes that parents who allow their children to become obese are killing them slowly.

But obesity is a growing problem.

So shouldn’t we be treating the cause of the problem?


What to do?

How about…

* Reinstituting competitive sports in schools
* Putting phys ed back on the compulsory timetable
* Forming a national programme of sporting disciplines
* Ensuring children have six-monthly weight checks (not BMI, that system is plainly broken)
* Compulsory six-monthly fitness examinations for children

Yes, let’s start there.

Of course then we’ll have to deal with the parents who think feeding crap to their children is a good idea.

Off with their heads?

Zero carbon? Zero bull?

This is a tough one, the subject is open to as many opinions as there are bands appearing at this weekend’s V Festival (where the fcuk did that come from?).

The story in bullets:
* Wiltshire student (Tom Tapper)
* Aiming to cycle John O’Groats to Land’s End
* On-board solar panel will recharge their gadgets
* Aiming to make the journey zero-carbon

But this isn’t right, is it?

By discounting the carbon footprint that the build/manufacture of everything he wears, rides, uses and cycles upon, isn’t Tom Tapper distorting the true picture?

Otherwise it’s like the situation of an astronaut standing on the International Space Station throwing a small metal box at the sun and making a declaration that the journey of the box (from ISS to the sun) is a zero-carbon journey.

Whereas if we consider the process by which the box and the astronaut came to be on the ISS in the first place, the journey is far from zero-carbon.

Tom Tapper (and his team) are using modern bicycles made in an intensive industrial process. The ingredients include carbon fibre. The tyres are made from various manufactured materials and will include rubber – tapped in and transported from trees in far-away, exotic forests before being transported thousands of miles and put through an industrial process. His clothes will also have been manufactured in industrial processes (and probably manufactured in and transported from foreign countries).

And – oh boy – let’s not even think about the carbon footprint that the manufacture of solar panels produces!


So not a very zero-carbon journey at all.


My point here is nothing to do with the carbon/zero-carbon argument.

I’m just having a little poke at the misrepresentation of a story and the obscuring of some fundamental facts.


Knew this would happen

Don’t often twitter about the 9-5 side of things but…

Last week I accepted a very interesting opportunity in Wiltshire that I’m due to start on Monday (one of the reasons that Antonia is starring as our guest blogger).

Since accepting this role I have been offered:

A contract in Staffordshire

A contract in Oxfordshire I interviewed for so long ago the details are now hazy

An interview in London which I’ve been told is a formality

Another interview in London

An interview in Sussex


The truth is that the job in Wiltshire attracts my brain as well as my enthusiasm.

But this consulting/contracting lifestyle – the phrase “like buses” springs to mind.