Guess who got a new camera for his Christmas present ??
This is the result of our post Boxing Day lunch walk along the River Lea in Ware, up to Hertford Lock.
Rabbit passed away this morning, aged 14 years.
He was a dwarf rabbit and had been my daughters pet since she was eight.
We never really agreed with rabbits living in a hutch, but it was kind of foisted on us.
Anyway, he was off his food yesterday (unusual for rabbit) and was a bit wobbly on his pins
Apparently, he perked up a bit in the evening and was moving around and took some fresh greens that were given to him.
This morning, he wasn't too good.
He was brought into the house and made comfortable on a bed of hay in a box. Rabbit was just laying on his side, snuffling and his breathing was laboured.
At least, he had human company and was stroked.
Apparently, Blue, our cat, just sat and watched him, as if he sensed it.
As Rabbit wasn't getting any better, they took him to the vets but he died in the car.
He was only a rabbit and rabbits get killed on the road every day or end up in the pot.
However, any life is precious and all animals leave an imprint on your heart.
I often used to feed him some greens or his favourite treat - rabbit yoghurt drops.
He was very tame and would let you stroke his back and ears while he ate them.
Rabbit will be cremated - no flowers please.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H.Auden
RABBIT 1995 - 2009 R.I.P
Many boaters ask what the technical difference is between the more expensive Pure Sine Wave inverters and the basic Modified or Quasi Sine Wave inverters.
This one is the output from a Maplins cheapy modified sine wave inverter that I use in the car sometimes:
Even without any electronics expertise, you can see that they are very different and the distorted (almost squared) waveform of the MSW inverter is a compromise between a reduced technical complexity, which allows it to meet the price target and its ability to supply many, although not all, mains appliances.
The pure sine wave from the Mastervolt is an emulation of the mains that you get from your household socket. It is achieved with a lot more circuitry, which results in the increased cost.
Most devices with motors or microprocessors, digital clocks, etc struggle with the outputs of MSW/QSW inverters.
As is usual with electronics, you get what you pay for.
If you don't want to spend all that money on a pure sine wave inverter, then the answer is to run as many appliances as possible from 12 or 24VDC and then just use a small Maplins type MSW inverter to charge your phone, camera, etc.
One of my great luxuries in life is soaking in the bathtub.
I rate it so highly amongst life's little pleasures that we had a separate bath and shower fitted on Willawaw at build.
Whilst soaking, my mind tends to wonder to the weird and wonderful.
Heres bathtub thought of the day for today:
Will the archeologist's of the future end up excavating our landfill to learn more about the way we live ??
Most of the plastic items will probably still be there ?
As one gets older, you have to keep pace with the modern age (well at work anyway), but I have noticed that at a certain point, you start to take interest in old things.
By that, I mean articles from the earlier years of your life.
When young, its quite common to always be pitching at the latest fashion or the latest technology and to dismiss anything from yesteryear.
At a turning point in your life (and you never know exactly when this is), you suddenly start becoming attracted to "old stuff".
When I was 16, I went to radio college to learn about electronics.
For our practical work, we used a black box mystically called an "AVO".
The size of a small birthday cake and heavy enough to give somebody concussion when swung, the AVO was our constant companion and saved us from electrocution.
It's purpose was to measure Volts, Amps, Resistance and so on and it was the "Bees Knees" when it came to fault-finding. It was our shining knight in Bakelite.
30 years on, I still have one.
Its not the one I used at college - that never belonged to me at the time, but the one I have, is very similar.
They were made in the UK by a British company called AVO Ltd and the Avocet bird was their company trademark.
Just reading the wording of the manual takes you back to the language of the empire.
It has been superceded by modern technology in all respects except class.
If you just want a meter which gives you fast accurate meter readings, then it would be far better to buy a new digital unit - I use several in my everday work.
However, the AVO is an antique and what's more, its an antique that can still be used.
In the same way that you see the guy driving to work in a restored 1970's MGB or a Morris Minor, its possible to get pleasure from using an antique.
There is a simple pleasure in using something that doesn't have PCB's and has CAM switches which make satisfying noises when moved (not electronic beeps).
Anything which uses Constantan and Alcomax in its consistency has just got to be fun.
Electronics in the AVO age was schoolboy physics.
Now its the work of the devil - you can't repair anything in the field anymore.
Unfortunately, I like collecting old electronics.
Recently, I nearly bought an RT144 "Sailor" VHF which is another favourite of mine.
Luckily, common sense, a lack of workshop space and the fact that the boat already has a Sailor RT2048 VHF prevailed.
At sea, one of my more modern ships had a Scopex dual channel 10MHz oscilloscope. I understood that.
Now, looking at the latest ones, they do far too much and are far too complicated for what I need.
I think I will get one, as they are very useful for a wide range of fault finding, but I will either get an old one from Ebay or buy one of the new handheld types.
I've obviously passed my turning point, but at least I can embrace the new with enthusiasm and an open mind, whilst still savouring the simple pleasures of the past.
To be locked into one or the other has got to be limiting and blinkered - surely its better to be balanced and have a foot in each camp ??
The politicians keep telling us that we are coming out of the recession.
I know that's nonsense.
"Are you a master of economics ?" I hear you ask
"How do you know ?" you say.
It's very simple.
A recession means that demand falls.
People lose their jobs, they can't buy things.
Demand for luxury consumer products goes down.
This leads to more job losses and general insecurity on a global scale.
The harbingers of doom in the media who originally started banging on about a recession to match the great depression have managed to unsettle everybody.
Those that do have money, sit on it, to ride out the forecasted storm.
Demand falls further, factories close and the ships that deliver all the widescreen TV's with cinema surround sound aren't needed anymore.
The backwater ports get cluttered up with unwanted and laid-up container ships like this one.
When this ship and the others like it get taken out of mothballs, I will know that things are getting back to normal.
In the meantime, the drydocks which are nothing more than holes in the ground, are largely empty.
I watched workmen working in this one and pouring cement into cracks in the ground, waiting for better times.
It seems that the only people who can afford a lick of paint and general wash and brush-up is the Danish royal family, who have their yacht in for some TLC.
Dannebrog, built in 1932 is still the Imperial Yacht.
So, the Danish monarchs, unlike ours, still have their retreat. Mind you, the Danish pay a lot of income tax.
Today I got an invite down to the world of Hades from our Chief Engineer.
The subterranean (or should that be sub-mediterranean) engine room is a world I love to visit.
The engineers have been nagging me for a few days to connect up a rudder feedback potentiometer on the rudder stock.
This "pot" basically feeds details about rudder position, electrically back to the wheelhouse.
The steering gear was removed in the shipyard for an overhaul.
Ours is only a small ship of about 80m length, but the steering gear is the size of a smart car.
They cut a hole about ten feet square in the deck above the steering compartment, lifted the steering gear out with a crane and overhauled it ashore.
It was subsequently put back and the deck re-welded into place above it, once again sealing the compartment.
I love going down into the engine room through the watertight doors.
It is deafening even with only one Mitsubishi generator running.
We have two auxilliary gensets, two main engines and two shaft driven generators.
You wear ear defenders, communicate by shouting at each other or using sign language and they have all the tools, workshops and big machinery you could ever wish for.
The engines are started by compressed air, the cylinders are big enough to climb in and they have acres of computer monitors and instrumentation to watch in the engine control room.
The ship has to be largely self-sufficient when at sea, so they carry a full metalworking workshop, spares and a wide range of raw metals - a plethora of cables, steel bars, wood, plating and all sorts.
I really am torn between whether I like to play with electronics on the bridge or the big machinery like shaft generators and three phase switchboards down in the engine room.
