Down the Broom

So an interesting day.

I struggled with the rudder of my boat for most of the morning. There is a rope to raise it and a rope to lower it. I have to rig this set-up and find it beyond my intellect. However my engine mount arrives from the States,  which is exciting.

The Gatehouse Maid

The Gatehouse Maid

Then I go to pick up a remarkable man: Ohyama sensei. He is here to lead a musical dialogue at the university. A dialogue, in this usage, is a performance of a piece, followed by discussion with the audience on the structure, social context, drugs taken, which brought about the music.

http://www.heiichiro.jp/index.html

Anyway, he played the Cello suite No 1 by J S Bach and talked about it. Very good.

Ohyama sensei is a great guy and I would like to go on the batter with him around the pubs of Tiger Bay in  Cardiff.

I then went to Zakimi-sho a castle near my house. They have lit it up for a reason not explained.

The Five Mile Chase

The Five Mile Chase

The Lilies of the Field

The Lilies of the Field

Sailing into Walpole's Marsh

Sailing into Walpole’s Marsh

The Bag of Spuds

The Bag of Spuds

The Old Copperplate

The Old Copperplate

The sap is rising

 

 

 

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Rogues

It being the first of March and a beautiful Saturday morning I think of shoes.

I don’t know where this comes from but I have always believed that proper shoes are lace-ups with leather soles.

Real shoes

Real shoes

Slip-on shoes with grotesque names such as, pumps or loafers, were only worn by spivs and wide-boys.

Spivvish, I wonder if this word has Yiddish origin? "The origin of the word is obscure. According to Eric Partridge[1] the word was originally racecourse slang,"

Spivvish, I wonder if this word has Yiddish origin?
“The origin of the word is obscure. According to Eric Partridge[1] the word was originally racecourse slang,”

Anyway stationed out here in Japan, one has to take one’s shoes off very frequently and indeed put them back on again in a vaguely unbroken symmetry. This makes lace-up shoes tedious and worse, due to age, I find I have to sit or kneel  to tie my laces. Whereas with slip-on shoes you just er slip them on. The result is a strong swing to the spiv in my footwear. My Father would not approve.

During the first Protestant plantations of Ulster in 1610, it was discovered that most of the families had no shoes. The Governor sent back to Glasgow asking for a thousand pairs of brogues. Brogues through the chinese-whisper effect became rogues and the jails of the west of Scotland were emptied and the produce sent to Ulster.

A hermit crab on my morning beach clean.

A hermit crab on my morning beach clean.

The dentist here is such fun!

The dentist here is such fun!

 

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Think I’ll Pack it in and Buy a Pick-up part 2

Pack it in, er no but buy  a pick-up, hell yeah!  Well actually I might have to pack it in as a result of buying a pick-up.

To launch my boat I have to tow it on  a trailer to the local fishing harbor, a distance of almost 2 kilometers. I then will back the trailer down a launching ramp into the water and when the boat floats off I pull the trailer back up the ramp. I have to remember to tie the boat up somehow or else it will float off whilst I am stashing the trailer, you know.

It is apparently impossible to attach a tow bar to my Nissan. So I have to buy a car to enable me to tow the boat around. I will then have to get a new house with a bigger parking lot. To do this I will have to get a better paid job.

650cc of raw power

650cc of raw power

I cut a deal, with the help of the noble Gakiya san, whereby I will buy the truck if they attach a tow bar. We, the seller and I, cut our palms and mix our blood in an energetic, pumping handshake, standing on one leg. Tradition is strong in Okinawa.

The Hijet will redefine the baby size truck

The Hijet will redefine the baby size truck

I have always wanted a pick-up.

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Give a Little Whistle

You may wonder why these posts are not dominated by my travels around the East China Sea in the good ship Dileas. Well there are several slaps and stiles that I have to cross first. I have to register the boat. This is complex involving lots of paperwork, which I could never have done without the help of the very gracious Arisa san. There is then an inspection by boat specialist san, which is coming right up.

To pass the inspection, the boat needs equipment. 3 life jackets, a life buoy, lots of ropes, an anchor with chain, a black sphere, a black cone, a light, a red bucket and a whistle. I gather this together but realize that I have forgotten the whistle. I rush off to the 100 yen store where you can buy anything for you guessed it, 100 yen.

I mime blowing a whistle  repeatedly to smiling but confused assistant. She finally gets it and trots me over to a rack of stuff. I thank her.

Life is mostly froth and bubble

Life is mostly froth and bubble

Hmmm, bubble blowing kit not really what I want.

I range around the store looking for whistles without success. Self doubt sprouts. “Why would they stock whistles? Who buys whistles?”  Anyway I try again on another confused assistant. I really put my back into it. At the end of the performances she cries “Hai!!” and we scamper off to another stand.

Listen to what Jiminy Cricket has to say. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vF8ooxOhNU

Listen to what Jiminy Cricket has to say.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vF8ooxOhNU

It being Japan, there is of course a huge choice of whistles, long, short, red,black, sport, camping, kids, grown up, key chain, silver plated, and with or without shamrock.

100 yen each. I buy loads, shop early for Christmas.

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Spring air — woven moon and plum scent.

It is Sunday and Spring is in the air. Big Red is frisky and I can hear her snorting outside the front door. So I grab the big lens and mount Big Red for a morning of seeing what the world has to offer.

This is one of the rocks just offshore from my house

This is one of the rocks just offshore from my house

I cycle up to the little port where I hope to launch my boat when the time comes. I find a little covey of Pacific Golden Plovers.

I am a Golden Plover

I am a Golden Plover

We are having a little sit -down

We are having a little sit -down

I go down by the sea and watch a Pacific Rim Egret hunt.

Big strong legs

Big strong legs

I pass by a wedding chapel. The Okinawans really like getting wed in style.

Spot the happy couple

Spot the happy couple

I then had a long conversation with a Grey Faced Buzzard.

Which is your favorite rodent?

Which is your favorite rodent?

Old fishing boat

Old fishing boat

I watch an Osprey.

This is the Osprey what I watched

This is the Osprey what I watched

Tara comes by to play tunes with Atsuko and Taisuke.

She looks like Maeve

She looks like Maeve

The sun goes down.

The sun is the round thing

The sun is the round thing

Do I wake or sleep?

 

 

 

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No More Soldering for Me

I am in Tokyo and it is snowing and cold. I am an Okinawan softy but off I go for a tramp to have a look at the Yasukuni Shrine.  It is not far from my hotel. This is the place that, when visited by a Japanese Prime Minister , becomes the center of diplomatic  storm. As usual I have no idea what is going on, but I think people er think that Japan  should not honor  its war dead because some of them got up to no good and also they lost.

Luckily the country in which I was born was on the winning side and as a boy and youth I engaged in a lot of honoring our war dead, usually in November.  Our Queen and all politicians, like everyone did so. In fact not doing so was unthinkable.

Here is a video.

http://youtu.be/7ZKP1PxMZWs

There is a museum at the shrine that I found very moving. The story of Japanese warfare is explained from medieval days, through military stagnation, Western incursion, through Russo-Japanese war, First World War during which the Japanese were on the allied side and indeed sent a fleet to the Mediterranean, which I did not know. There are a couple of rooms on the wars in China in the 1930s, which clearly have more significance to  Japan’s entry to  the Second World War than I can understand.

Anyway, you finally get to rooms on the Great East Asian War. Basically after a great first half the Japanese get smashed. Smashed big time. The losses in the armed forces are horrendous, Okinawa is grotesque, the destruction of Japanese cities is on a different scale to Coventry, then the atomic bombs. The Japanese had a really bad time. The  walls of the last rooms of the exhibit are covered with thousands of little passport photos of men who died in the war. It is awful. Many people are openly weeping and I also feel close to blubbering.

Another video from outside the museum.

http://youtu.be/bAoaaMJRHg4

Statue to war widow

Statue to war widow

“So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

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Any Worthwhile Expedition Can Be Planned on the Back of an Envelope.

Much though I love my boat, about which I have written extensively, she is an antisocial creature. She only really likes me. We have had unforgettable moments together, but once another person is introduced, she does not feel at ease. Two people make her panicky.

So I have acquired another boat – a sailing boat. She is called American 14.6. I take this to signify that she was born in America and is 14 and one half feet long.

Mine all mine.

Mine all mine.

I can go anywhere in this boat – China, Korea, the Keramas, Iejima. Oh Lord, I cannot wait. I can fill her with food, drink and tanks and go camping/diving on lost beaches on far-flung sub tropical islands. What’s more, I can go with other people as the new boat, who I think I will call Dileas, likes up to 5 people.

Inaction in the face of fleeting opportunity is a crime.

Inaction in the face of fleeting opportunity is a crime.

Anything beyond what is needed for efficiency and safety is worse than useless.

Anything beyond what is needed for efficiency and safety is worse than useless.

She has a trailer. This means I can drive her around the island and launch her in the most exotic locations. Oh Lord, I cannot wait.

My house looks so much better with some boat art

My house looks so much better with some boat art

Anyway it is Winter, windy and coldish so I will just have to wait. Here are some birds.

Pacific Reef Egret

Pacific Reef Egret

Not a very good photo but a very rare bird. Grey headed lapwing.

Not a very good photo but a very rare bird. Grey headed lapwing.

This flower is about 12 ins across

This flower is about 12 ins across

A cow, surfing.

A cow, surfing.

 

 

 

 

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And the Living is Easy

Here is an example of how nice it is to live in Japan. My much-loved G10 breaks down. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2013/09/15/the-murdering-canons-roar/

Who you gonna call?

Why the help number on the Canon web site, of course. They go through a thorough fault-finding exercise and admit that probably something is seriously crank. No problem they say “We will send a man to your house to pick up your camera.”  “Say what, I live in Okinawa?” No problem , what time would you like him, the guy, to come?”

“Er well I don’t usually get home until 7:30 ish.” ” Okey dokey.” says the nice person at Canon, “He will come between 8:00 and 8:30.”

Sure enough he, the guy, arrives when advertised with a special Canon box, wraps the camera for me and, smiling wildly disappears into the night.

A couple of days later Canon phone, explain what is wrong and ask if I would like them to fix it.

I say “Hai!!!”

Today there is a call asking politely if it would be OK if the guy drops the camera off at my house at 8:00?

I say “Hai!!”

I fire up the Cobb whilst waiting for the guy.

I fire up the Cobb whilst waiting for the guy.

At 8:00 the bell rings. I sign, give him, the guy, the cash and he disappears into the night smiling wildly.

The guy

The guy

Thanks Canon, the guy, Japan in general for making my life so easy.

Also thanks to esteemed colleague Micheal who to tell the truth   took the Japanese calls.

Home again.

Home again.

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It’s a Hippie Thing, You Wouldn’t Understand

As I cycled to work this morning I was struck, not physically, by this sign.

Hey guys! Leave that hippy alone!

Hey guys! Leave that hippy alone!

This afternoon I had to go to Naha, which meant that I could slink off to the stinking pond where the big-boy birds hang out.

Black Faced Spoonbill, endangered species, tries to catch a fish.

Black Faced Spoonbill, endangered species, tries to catch a fish.

So these Spoonbills are big muscular birds but it does not seem to have done them much good.

God does not like you

God does not like you

Lonely little Black Winged Stilt in the onion patch

Lonely little Black Winged Stilt in the onion patch

Grey Heron endangers Spoonbill.

Grey Heron endangers Spoonbill.

Bad-assed Shoveler

Bad-assed Shoveler with Mr and Mrs Teal. Click on the photos

 

 

 

 

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That Kind of Girl is Always out of Reach, She’s a Beach

I spend a lot of time playing with my beach. She is a wonderful companion of whom I never tire. Today being Saturday, it being glorious weather, I  spend the morning with her and I ponder on why I like her so much.

One thing is she is never the same. Not only does she reserve little surprises for me but also she plans subtle but major changes in appearance to keep me interested. Recently she has gone all sandy.

What will she be wearing in the Summer?

What will she be wearing in the Summer?

She used to wear a lot more coral but this winter she dresses herself in beautiful fine sand.

She is usually very faithful, only I get to play with her. Sometimes I see the tracks of other men and although momentarily angry I am old enough to know that beaches can be flighty.

Just me today

Just me today

Just when you think you know all about her she reveals another unexpected personality trait. Today she showed me that there are shells encrusted in her hard bits by the sea.

How come I never noticed?

How come I never noticed?

She is also very slutty. You go around to see her some mornings and there are empty bottles everywhere. I have to clean her up and hide the evidence before she is fit to meet people again.

Last night's fun

Last night’s fun

She has many secret passages.

A private club

A private club

Members only

Members only

What I like best about her is that when I am with her everything around just looks more beautiful.

She's my beach

She’s my beach

 

 

 

 

 

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