Goodwill

A cold afternoon playing saxophone in the street with Loba my little dog. I bought her a nice blanket but she'd stepped out of it and stood there shivering. A lady asked me if she could buy a jacket for Loba and 10 minutes later returned with one. Also she bought a plushy dog bed.
The price tags showed she'd spent £50.
Later in The Firestation Café I had to take picture of Loba with her new items. I've never seen her so comfy and relaxed.
The lady, who told me she had recently lost her greyhound, had white hair and wore a white coat which looked like it was composed of feathers. Maybe she really was an angel?

The Blaxhall Ship Open Mic

John Davey sings the blues. At Steven Lay Open Mic, The Ship Inn, Blaxhall, Suffolk. Every fortnight.
Eleven other performers also lit up the evening, each and everyone accompanied by my terrier, Loba, barking her agreement or disagreement with proceedings.
Thanks to Siggi and Adrian of The Ship Inn, Blaxhall, for providing a warm fire, chips and great atmosphere.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for, The Vapes.

I have been working with Mr Steven Lay a lot this year. A guitarist/singer, producer songwriter. Ask Lay what make of guitar he plays and you'll get his essence, "The best guitar in East Anglia!"
We have never rehearsed, only had a lot of fun playing music together in clubs, pubs, concert venues and parties. We are The Vapes.


Augmented Reality for Bikers

Suzuki motorcycles release a smartphone App which gives 360° views of the new Suzuki V Strom 1000. The app enables custom views with added accessories and choices of colours.
Of course in a few years we'll all have an app specific to our bike with 100% detail including uniquely personal customisations, additions and wear and tear charactetistics updated in real time. We'll be able to zoom in to components and test them via the app as well as going through maintenance and repair procedures in-app prior to performing them on the bike. The app will know exactly what tools we possess and what's needed in addition.
Some bikers will never actually ride, just enjoy augmented reality biking and their insurance will be almost zero.

Article about V Strom App

Ingress Woodbridge

There are places and details in Woodbridge I have noticed since playing Ingress, an augmented reality game from a division of Google. Some have been accepted as in-game portals, others not. The observation and photography is a daily pleasure. I don't use a proper camera because my smartphone gives me ample creative quality.
When Ingress first started in November 2012 there were no portals in my home town so I set about submitting them. By February 2013 I had half a dozen portals and presently (November 2013) there are around 60. Nearly all are my submissions so I have created a thriving game for other local Ingress agents and myself. And I dominate my town by holding narly all the portals in he name of my faction - the Resistance.

Blue plaque noting the house where poet Edward Fitzgerald lived in Pytches Road, Woodbridge.
He translated from the Persian The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, which he first published anonymously in 1859.


Carved heads on The King's head pub, Market Hill.

Door knocker in Cumberland Street.

Arc of a Sport Yak

In Gran Canaria I planned to sail 900 miles down to west Africa. Instead of spending out on a life raft, a single use, high cost item, I purchased an unsinkable dinghy. Sport Yak is made by the Bic biro company and in that same orange yellow. I have used Sport Yaks since I was aged 7 when my parents had one and would allow me to row around for hours. Decades later I bought a 2nd hand one in Maldon to use with my first sailing yacht, Juggler, in the 90's and, foolishly because it was a good one, sold it with that boat.
My next boat, Storm Petrel came with a real sailor's dinghy, an Avon Redcrest, but it took so long to unroll and inflate I had little confidence in it as a life saver in an emergency.
I ordered the Sport Yak from a chandler in Las Palmas and it was delivered from Barcelona,  over a thousand miles away. A Swedish single-hander, Robert, ordered one at the same time and when they eventually arrived at the shop in the city we carried one each through the streets to our boats. As we decided whose was whose Robert noticed a fault in the hull of one and dismissed it. I had such faith in Sport Yak's that I accepted without question this small manufacturing artifact - which looked as if a hot object had indented the hull - but it turned out as a sign of a badly manufactured product.
Making way up the River Gambia. 2004

The Sport Yak fitted exactly on the fore deck, upside down so it would not fill with water. This was a careful choice because ocean sailing makes a towed dinghy extremely problematic. A couple of half hitches held it securely in place and enabled a very fast release. The Sport Yak weighs just 20kg so could be thrown into the water in a hurry. The unsinkable double skin design means it will float just as well upside down and even when full of water.
Cooling off at Georgetown in the River Gambia. 2004

Within a month my brand new Sport Yak had a small split at the bow. Also I noticed a crackly sound as I got in and out of it, pushing on the sides, something I had never experienced with my previous Sport Yaks. As the split got bigger I grew suspicious my dinghy was a bad job and I photographed the split and emailed the supplier to let them know. They did not offer a replacement and blamed me for denting it.
As a child I remember sitting on the Sport Yak until the hull dented right in, and it was such a tough plastic it always straightened out with a pop. This new one was different.
Wassau, 150 miles up the River Gambia. May 1st 2004

Bansang 220 miles up the River Gambia. 2004

Bar at Denton bridge, Oyster Creek near Banjul, Gambia. 2004

Kaur, 150 miles up the River Gambia. 2004

I sailed to Senegal and into the River Gambia. The Sport Yak got lots of use and was even stolen for a few hours, but the locals found it a mile along the river and returned it to me. A youngster had taken it.
The unsinkable Sport Yak was used to wash clothes in and to play in the cooling sweet water of the River Gambia with 45C day temperatures.
Buba Samateh, friend and shipmate, at Georgetown 150 miles up the River Gambia. 2004

I eventually sailed back to Europe and in the French inland waterways the Sport Yak was essential to get ashore when canal sides were too shallow for the 4' 6" draft of Storm Petrel. The split in the bow kept growing extending all around. The whole top seemed to be fragile and became stress cracked all around.
The Sport Yak was almost a write off, just 4 years from brand new. After returning to Britain I sold Storm Petrel and the Sport Yak was given away to the buyers as a handy platform for floating around the boat to scrub the hull, but not a yacht tender of any worth. Within a month the new owners had the Sport Yak stolen. A year after it disappeared I spotted it in a local boat yard in a very derelict state. The split had grown to make the dinghy unusable and the little dinghy was abandoned, left to fate on a patch of sea grass and full of dirty rain water.
The end of Sport Yak by the River Deben, Suffolk, UK. 2013

I thought of reclaiming it and contacting Storm Petrel's owners, but I've left it to take it's course and instead have written this history of my Sport Yak. A tribute to a great dinghy, but a caution about poorly manufactured goods. I suppose for every thousand Bic biros there is a duff one.
I now have yet another Sport Yak which has all the excellent qualities I expect. It was owned by my parents as a play boat for their grand children and when they grew out of it, the Sport Yak spent 7 years behind the shed in their back garden, until they offered it to me to make use of on the River Deben, where I live on a house boat. Of course I jumped at it and the current Sport Yak rests intact and indestructible on the fore deck, ever ready for instant deployment on warm summer days at high tide.
My fourth Sport Yak is as good as number one and two. Number three was a bad one, even though it was an essential part of the biggest adventure of my life so far.
Stolen and derelict by the River Deben, Suffolk, UK. 2013

Ingress

Undergrowth hid a portal visible on my phone. I was in the virtual reality of Google's Ingress game. Trees surrounded my visual field, Loba padded around in dead leaves carpeting the ground, my bicycle leaned against a tree nearby.
For ten minutes I stared intensely into my phone screen, maximising my gains and minimising my losses at the portal. I was happy that no other players had managed to access this portal because it had been located out of place, after I submitted it to Google but found it had erroneous gps geo location. But I knew the land owners and took advantage of my unique access knowledge to the thickly wooded and marshy piece of land.
I wondered about those people who use these quiet spots to meditate, the pure nature thinkers, skilled at clearing their thoughts and eyes, intent on perceiving 'reality'. As I stared into my phone screen my state of mind was almost completely uninvolved with my surroundings. Occasional glances around were met with the tangled colours of undergrowth and leaf mold and my senses were aware that other Ingress agents may have followed me to find out the way in.
These glances were instinctual, unfiltered reactions to gusts of wind in the leaves. Far from trying to silence the noise of technology, of smartphones and the Internet I was in a blur of interaction with those technologies to an extent they excluded the 'reality' around me. I was 99% concerned with the virtual reality of a computer visual overlayed on Google Maps.
I came to the conclusion that my feeling of not being 'there' in a natural sense was actually a way of being there very close to the way other animals experience it.
Wild animals are not like Buddhists, meditators or yogic nature lovers, in an imaginary enlightened state of clarity with nature. Wild animals are absorbed in hunting, foraging, hiding and moving into potentially risky new areas to gain resources. They are not at all concerned with clearing thoughts, or seeing deeper into life. My virtual reality state of mind gave me insight into what it is to be a hunter, the hunted and the animal at this spot, at this time, with all that involves.

While Ingress is just a game on your phone, playing requires you to move physically to portal locations. Portals are distributed all around the earth and there are already Ingress players of all nationalities. Ingress is still in invite only beta, current players are testing and providing feedback before it is released publicly. Even under this exclusivity, Woodbridge, a small town  in the big game, has around four players and often players from surrounding towns visit to gain points by destroying and capturing 'my' relatively low level rural portals. Big cities have many portals and dozens of higher level players.
I love the daily use of maps and a compass on my phone, the detours and forays into other parts of town to find these virtual portals writhing in slow light and exotic matter. I love the way Ingress gets me away from my regular paths, takes me on walks and cycle rides and the five minute periods waiting for portals to 'cool down' after intense hacking. These waiting periods are inherent to game play, they force me to stand and wait. The only option is to look at the buildings, the trees, the statue, the sculpture, whatever unique features of human creativity a portal is placed at . I notice interesting brickwork, decorative window ledges, wrought ironwork, curving stone steps, blanked off doorways. I learn about my locale in ways I would not without these necessary pauses in the game.
The Ingress map shows nearby portals with distance in metres and their geographical relationship to the one I'm standing at. I get a real feeling for the layout of the area with portals acting as focal points on an action map. Ingress is just computer generated graphics on a phone - the lowest form of 'reality' for technophobes. But they miss the point with their distrust of virtual reality, which, when grounded in geographical locations, cultural artifacts such as sculptures and murals, and architectural sweet spots, is far from imaginary, or even a game at all. Google's Ingress is a world wide catalyst to walk, cycle or drive around in reality. In my experience Ingress does not blind you to the world by replacing it with a computer simulation, it makes the world into an adventure of exploration and discovery of what is  'out there'.



Honda C90 and Ed March


Ed March image from his YouTube video in Iran

Ed March rode a Honda C90 from Malaysia to the UK over 8 months. His YouTube videos are fantastic because Ed is the most good natured and happy go lucky rider in the world.
Now Ed March is organising an adventure tour in 2013, from Mongolia to the UK, which he describes like this:

10 lucky (or unlucky ;) riders in search of adventure. We will fly to Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia with only hand-luggage and a sense of adventure. Once settled, we'll then head off to the local bike market and each buy a small, cheap and simple Chinese Honda, AKA a 'Chonda' for around £500. Then we'll start equipping the bikes and getting ready for the road. This will be up to you. I'll probably be buying some soft panniers and a cheap waterproof topbox, and get the frames welded up at a local shop. I'd advise doing something similar and keeping the bike light, but what you do is up to you.
This is where we'll also buy the tools and other equipment for the trip; camping stoves, tents, sleeping bags and spare parts for the bikes. These are all so cheap out there that it's not worth taking it on the plane. Plus I really enjoy the idea of getting back to the UK with a genuine Mongolian jumper and bike pump and being reminded of the trip every time I use them. Not to mention having a Mongolian motorcycle to ride around too.
The idea to buy the bikes, luggage and other equipment locally in Mongolia is so refreshing, it benefits the country, instead of tourists orbiting by, isolated from the local people and economy by over-priced 'adventure' gear purchased in London prior to departure.
On his Malaysia - UK ride Ed March made a YouTube video of Iran, which shows his world girdling, friendly style.


The Chonda Challenge and other Ed March Adventures are on his website.

Woodbridge Tide Mill

Woodbridge Tide Mill has worked for over 800 years harnessing the tides to drive a mill producing flour and animal feed. It was the last commercially working tide mill in Britain.  At the heart of the mill is a 5m diameter waterwheel constructed of oak. The River Deben is 9 miles from the sea and the tide rises twice each day, filling a reservoir, called Wyllie's Pool. When the tide has fallen the reservoir flows out to drive the waterwheel. 
I shall find out if Wyllie's Pool is a reference to William Lionel Wyllie (1851 - 1931) an English maritime artist.
The present Tide Mill was built in 1793. It stands on a public quay with benches overlooking the River Deben.


High water on a warm autumn day. And on a winter day.

 At night.


Woodbridge Tide Mill.
Tide Mill Way, Woodbridge, Suffolk, IP12 1BY.
Tel: 01728 746959

Opening times: 11:00 - 17:00 Last entry 16:30 . Open every day May to September (April and October weekends only). Closed November to March.

Will you come and help us sail our boat home?

When you have a reputation as a sailor, friends who get caught up in the romance of sea travel ask you to help them bring their new boats home. I used to accept these invitations and this video shows it's really fun, but nowadays I'm a cynical old ex-sailor and I just say no!
The last time I helped a friend deliver his boat was in the month of February and it was freezing cold. When we went out to sea over the River Deben bar the waves were quite frightening, sploshing over the cockpit and soaking us. I had my little dog with me of course and she was really frightened, so much so she quaked and shivered for two hours. I tried to wrap her inside my multiple layers of fleeces and coats, but she was not suffering cold, it was the sheer unpleasant winter seascape that freaked her out. So I said never again!
This trip in the video was a different kettle of fish, lovely weather, and happy people, frying up kippers, just enjoying the newness of the experience. They were lucky to be treated to the best the sea has to offer, smooth waves and a gentle sailing breeze. There's nothing like it when it's good, but I've seen both sides and I don't want it any more.

Dogs aloud!

Many proprietors believe there are Health & Safety laws against allowing dogs into their cafe's. There are not. There are guidelines pointing out the necessity of scrupulous cleaning where food is prepared and served, but no ban on dogs in food environments.
Costa Coffee in Woodbridge does not allow dogs inside, whereas The Crown Hotel does. So I go and enjoy the quiet comfort inside The Crown Hotel during the cold winter months. Costa Coffee are losing a significant number of sales from their decision.
Costa Coffee have a loyalty card, they email me my points and special promotions. I got an email saying "We haven't seen you at Costa for a while, but why not make 2013 more rewarding in every sense. Below is your latest points balance and what you can buy or save towards. We hope to see you soon."
So I wrote back explaining my absence.

Hello.

I enjoy Costa Coffee throughout the summer when I can savour a latte on the terrace in the sun. It is now winter and due to Costa Coffee choice to not allow dogs inside, I have not enjoyed a latte since September. I am not complaining because I understand the choice to avoid the extra layer of complications inherent to having dogs in a cafe. However there is no law against it and the decision is made purely to keep the majority of non-dog owner customers content. However this single factor in Costa Coffee's business choices is the reason I have not been spending my money in Costas.
During the summer of 2012 I spent approximately £400 in Costa Coffee, Woodbridge. This trend would continue throughout the winter but my little, well behaved dog, 'Loba' is excluded from the cafe.
Thank you for listening and I look forwards to the spring weather when I shall be back on Costa's terrace enjoying the relaxing ambience and good coffee again.
Regards.
Clarissa Vincent

Loba is with me 24/7
Ban my dog for arbitrary reasons, but do not expect me to continue to spend money with you if you do.
I find children running around, falling over, knocking drinks over, and screaming in a cafe, highly disturbing, but they are not banned. All the pubs, hotels and cafe's I have been in with dogs present have been far quieter and relaxed than a typical Costas Coffee with a throng of young children present.

Lesson 230812 alto sax beginners blues in G (Bb concert) backing track only

12 bar blues in G for alto sax (Bb concert)
Exercises:
Use the key of G,
Use the scale of G and the G triad.
Use the C scale and triad and the D scale and triad.
Play the root note of each chord.
Play the root note and its octave.
Remember to play rests, such as leaving one bar or a couple of beats as silent, but structured rhythmical silences.

Lesson 230812 - Alto sax beginners blues in G (Bb concert)

Sailor home from the sea

 After 20 years of sailing I have sold my last sailing boat. The crown of my sailing years was a 4 1/2 year voyage from Britain to west Africa and back. When I arrived back to Britain I at last had a video camera and this is one of the few videos I made while still on The Voyage of Storm Petrel. When I sold Storm Petrel in spring 2012 I bought a motorcycle, so the adventures continue, but I can stop for a coffee whenever I wish.


There are two books of this voyage:
The Voyage of Storm Petrel. Book One. Britain to Senegal Alone in a Boat.




These links are to Amazon.co.uk the books and Kindles are available in the US and other global Amazon sites.
The Voyage of Storm Petrel. Book Two. Gambia and Europe Alone in a Boat.
Available in paperback and Kindle on Amazon