Celia Walden, Telegraph, May 10th.
So the new shed. Old fart's delight. The old plastic garden store blew away in storm whatsit. Same one that turned the lights out in Alnmouth.
Shelving from James Walsh. Too high, now minus the top one which has plants on.
Pockets from our defunct camping equipment. Helmet from the Bancrofts. Also sign from Emily - 'My shed, my rules'.
Aged p's join the mosh pit whilst uncle four stripes babysits the house. Well the golf was on with a Guinness fridge. We hit the Heather Small gig.
Heather Small. Picturedrome. Always liked her in M People and with her first husband, Sean Edwards. It will be the last gig we do. Buxton Opera House or Manchester Arena/Bridgewater Hall preferred.
No seating in the stalls, all mosh pit. Quadriceps work out, standing for two and a half hours. Hot, drenched in sweat.
The first note, so-called intro, punched us hard in the chest. Bass, drums or keyboard. Then so loud. Couldn't hear the words, but it didn't matter because everybody else knew them.
Several other couples our vintage. Stood watching, listening. The rest just went mad. Jumping, arms in the air, hair flying, bumping into everyone. Not offensive, just enjoying themselves.
Nearly as bad as being at a match with All Black rugby supporters, but not quite. They can be offensive.
Somewhere we were searching for heroes and wondering what we did today. Quite an experience and fun, really.
A couple of nips with Chris watching the final holes.
in the championship play off 1962. We ran on the pitch with an inflated Yogi Bear dressed in a Fartown shirt. I grudgingly admit losing in the Wembley final.
Peta Bee, the Times exercise queen, March19th, at it again. Walking. Blast fat, live longer, keep ageing in check, including dementia. She's fit.
Walking fast (100 steps per minute), add top speed intervals, do hills, carry weights, aim for 12000 steps a day.
The important one for me is walk in nature. Stepping patterns improve when we like where we are. I call it getting a spring in my heels. We do know however some like to walk on pavements.
So we went for one. Spring was late, early April.
And the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time
This is available to all, religious or not. Simon Barnes and I recommend the sit for everyday reflection. The deeper 'who am I' is tough and tortuous. I came to it through study of our billion year emotional evolution.
Rose Wild, Times, Feb 19th, was the stimulus for the following:
Orwell said political language 'is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidarity to pure wind.'
His advice included 6 rules:
- Cliches - 'never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.'
- 'Never use a long word when a short one will do.'
- 'If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.'
- 'Never use a passive where you can use the active.'
- 'Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an every day English equivalent.'
- 'Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.'
In praise of walking: a head-to-head between walking for fitness and walking for the joy of the wild.
Walking on the menu
For 1.5 million years, our hunter-gatherer ancestors walked and ran regularly in packs, tracking and killing lunch. Fatigue was not an option. Coming out of the trees, walking on two legs must be good for something and we can still do it. Farming did follow but not for a long time.
Simon Barnes, Rewild Yourself, suggests we have lost some of the old skills, particularly recognising the sights and sounds of birds - on the African savannah don’t follow oxpeppers, they’re grooming a predator, not seriously - it’s an example. He mentions the importance of peripheral vision. Invaluable on the savannah. Apparently there is a separate neural pathway which is easy to lose, in alzheimer’s for instance. One of the reasons he says for falling over in old age.
Walking instead of medication
It’s Peta Bee again, Feb 19th, Times newspaper. Health benefits are the most talked and written about. Short diversion, not an ageing question, but how do you prepare Lily James to be Pamela Anderson? Carefully, at least to start with. Personal trainer, Matt Baron, used a mixture of machines, free weights and resistance bands.
And what else? Matt says walking is - ‘the most underrated calorie-burner’. Anna Maxted, Telegraph, 1st march, tells us middle aged and elderly people need to walk briskly for 150 minutes per week (5x 30 mins). That is if you are not doing anything else like rowing, marathons, peleton. And, all this effort is wasted if you sit about the rest of the day. So mobilise regularly every hour for 10 minutes. It’s not compulsory, merely advisory.
It’s mix and match. You can get a gizmo that does the maths or, like me, do a guestimate, or really like me, don’t bother. Get a programme that suits and do it regularly. I’m always ‘work in progress.’
Kingsley Amis couldn’t see the point of giving up something in order to spend his last two years in a nursing home. We might however be able to get more into our later lives if we avoid hypertension, diabetes and obesity. It is also claimed that keeping physically fit will help grow new neural pathways. A hedge against falling with dementia maybe?
Walking as meditation
Walking, not only ‘the most underrated calorie-burner', but Matt also says it’s de-stressing, a bonus strong meditative element. One foot at a time. Sounds, smells and sights, including peripheral vision. In the moment. Breathing depends on the effort. But you might want to stop as well. Simon in contrast suggests it’s all very well going for a run with phones in your ears, but getting out there in whatever shape or form is more a sharing with nature. And yes it’s good for you. Not just physically. Don’t go out walking and running just for your health. My experience suggests fitness and meditation can go together - top end of breathing to maintain pace (is this the anaerobic threshold?), the mind tends to be empty.
Simon is a devotee of sitting in nature. Don’t forget a plastic bag to keep a dry bum and a pair of bins. Initially it maybe to spot something. Eventually, being on a wild sit is enough.
The current recommendation is 12000 steps a day (was 10000). Equivalent to 6 miles, 5-600 calories and 1lb body fat per week, depending on speed, terrain and incline. NHS sources suggest most Britons average 3-4000 steps per day.
So, how to calculate all the daily action? There are step tables for example,
- 30 minute walk 3000
- 12 step staircase (x 10) 240 daily 1680
- walk 3 mins every hour 250 daily 1750 and so on
Do something regularly.
Walking the metropolis
Paul Morley, in his book, The North, writes of his youth discovering the streets of Reddish, near Stockport, near Manchester. ‘It was a fine place to walk, because whichever way you headed, there was always something to see ... a paving stone, a lamp post or shop window ... I became an explorer of corrugated iron, drainpipes and gutters ... and I have never learned to drive, preferring always the walking, and reverie ...' He’s not talking Manchester Town Hall, super though it is. He seems to get as much from towns as Simon does from nature.
post script ‘My grandad started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he’s 97 years old and we have no clue where he is.’
‘I walk around like everything is fine. But deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.’ Perfect for me.
Back home we celebrated with Andrew.