about JohnH
Sorted, fit. Current activities are photography, hiking, motorbiking, trail biking, music, geology/geoscience, dinner-at-home, travel and more.
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The fun part of kitchen appliance installation: stomping down the polystyrene bases that the big appliances arrive on. I handed this task over to the Big Kid in the house, ie me. Fair enough after all the frustrations associated with deliveries and anyhow I don’t find it much fun crawling under the counter ferkling the plumbing, nor heaving and hefting the heavy stuff so good to have the fun bit too. Maybe my hiking boots aren’t particularly well adapted to this work but they protect the toes and for the moment they are what I have in Keswick.
Maybe it’s time to move on from motorbikes? Car roofs aren't always necessary, but if there’s no roof is it still a “tintop”? This one in dark blue isn’t the one of the bright colour schemes - blue, red or yellow - but hey maybe some of us prefer to be discreet, which leaves the full-on yellow for the tearaways in from the Chilterns, the Cotswolds and the Kent coast.
’fraid not upping my game quite yet; the rather stylish Mercedes 280 SL, built about 1970, was parked at Putney Reach on the shores of the Thames which the rowing clubs usually monopolise.
I rediscovered my rowing ergometer in the last lockdown (ie November 2020). I’ve not been using it for some while and it’s just been gathering dust. It turns out that after my mildly obsessive work in my home gym during the previous lockdowns that I’m now strong enough to use the rower again.
There are of course niggles and strains to work around. But getting the kit on and selecting “just row” on the monitor gets me into the sports zone very nicely, concentrating on my stroke style and counting mindlessly.
I bought it in the 1980s for exactly that, now in this period of lockdown it’s great that I can again use it to lose myself in the sport and exertion. These days I’m being careful not to go all-out, though a short sprint finish is always fun and leaves the body xinging nicely.
2020 nearly gone, the year when we all got sore behind the ears from wearing masks. Not quite clear whether and when we’ll get back to where we were before the pandemic. Meanwhile may I wish you as Merry a Christmas as possible and I’m sure we’re all hoping for better in 2021: I’m really looking forward to getting those jabs.
- Cols du Galibier, Lautaret, Ornon and Festre
- Hiking Helvellyn (950 m.) twice - Lake District National Park
- Jardim Panorâmico of Funchal-Lido, Madeira
- The River
- Preston Park front gardens
- Opera in the Walled Garden: Chiswick House Festival 2020
- MotoGP fan
Lemon harvest (3.2 kg) from my patio garden in Hammersmith, West London
Lemon fruits ready for harvest in my patio garden in Hammersmith
A hint of the sub-tropics in West London
