iPod Touch

iPhone and iPod Touch side-by-side

On Saturday I got the chance to check out the Apple iPod Touch at my friend D’s house in Edinburgh, and I have to say that overall I was impressed.

D really wanted me to see if I could connect it to his wireless broadband connection and with no manual, or recent experience of the Apple-style OS after a couple of attempts and about ten minutes fiddling about I managed to do it. Safari was up and running and happily browsing the world wide web, and the built-in YouTube application was particularly impressive. As was the “pinch” method for zooming into page content.

One of the things that took me longest to work out — and D had to show me this — was the hardware button beneath the screen which is used to go back. I just didn’t find this intuitive, I kept looking for an onscreen option to return to the previous screen.

Compared with the Windows Mobile 6 I found the iPod Touch interface to be a much slicker and responsive experience. I’d now quite like to try the iPhone just to compare it.

Groundhog Week

Groundhog Day poster - Bill Murray in a clockface

I think I’m stuck in Groundhog Week! Looking back, this is how every week has felt since about March:

Monday briefcase Work
Tuesday briefcase Work
Wednesday briefcase Work
Thursday briefcase Work
Friday briefcase Work, then drive to Selkirk
Saturday house Sort out Mum’s house
Sunday house Sort out Mum’s house, worship God, drive to Anstruther

I don’t mind saying that I’m now feeling quite exhausted. I’m writing this at 16:25 on Sunday afternoon, but it feels like midnight.

That said, I’ve not regretted a single moment of the last six months or so. I’m just so glad that Jane and I have had the time, money and energy to help Mum out the way that we’ve been able to. I know that Mum’s said that we’ve been a real blessing to her, but she has to us too and this experience has only helped to make us better, stronger people and strengthened our relationships.

Same routine, different setting

With Mum settled in her new flat, and the various loose ends being tied up (plumbing problems being fixed, shelves put up, financial transactions completing) we thought that we could take this weekend off and have a long-anticipated rest.

How wrong we could be. No sooner have we got my Mum moved, but Jane’s folks have now decided to move. So yesterday we cleared out the garage.


Full garage
Take one full garage, ready for some good old fashioned clearing out, and get to work …

During, pt.1

Peter carrying stuff to the skip
Remove items from it, one by one, and carry them to a nearby skip …

During, pt.2

Peter putting stuff in the skip
Drop items into nearby skip, and repeat until garage is clear.


Empty garage
That’s better! Jane and Peter investigate a previously unknown, secret door at the back of the garage.

Fire and ice in South Queensferry

Alan Vance and Ricky Carvel

On Friday evening I popped down to sunny South Queensferry (next to the Forth Road Bridge, just outside Edinburgh) and met up with old friends Alan Vance and Ricky Carvel; friends from my first time at St Andrews (1989-1993).


Alan is a physicist who works for the Met Office in Exeter (at the other end of the island). His job involves something to do with staring at clouds and going up in aeroplanes to examine the effects of climate change (and as a result also probably contributing to it too).

I discovered that while clouds look lovely and fluffy from the ground, up close they’re not. They’re made from neither cotton wool nor legless sheep, but droplets of water and in some cases ice, which turn certain items of the Met Office equipment into aerial driftwood while flying through them.

If you’ve ever read Niall Griffiths’ novel Grits and wondered who the handsome fella on the cover is, the one looking out to sea, then wonder no more: it’s Alan Vance – Irishman, Christian, physicist, cloud-gazer, guitarist, cyclist and one of the most laid back and lovely people you could ever hope to meet.


Ricky, whose blogs I’m a fan of, works for the University of Edinburgh as a researcher for the BRE Centre for Fire Safety Engineering. He’s written a book: The Handbook of Tunnel Fire Safety; a bargain at £85 on Amazon UK .. but then it is in hardback so you can almost justify the price.

I’ve enjoyed keeping in touch with Ricky over the last few years, particularly since moving to Edinburgh from Inverness in 2003. We keep in touch mostly about Fish and Marillion music, guitars, DAB radio and other mildly geeky things like phones and stuff.

Friday evening

Alan was in Edinburgh all week for a conference. A few calls and texts later we arranged to meet at Ricky’s on Friday evening; he was going to be in looking after the children anyway. I said to Alan that I’d text when I was leaving Anstruther.

Just before I left I got a text from Ricky:

Hello. You still coming here tonight? If so, have you eaten yet? Alan & I are going to get a carryout ethnic later, we’ll wait for you to get here if req’d.

I phoned back and left a message on Ricky’s voicemail saying that yes we’d eaten and were about to head off, so just to go ahead without us.

About an hour later I was sitting in a queue on the north side of the Forth Road Bridge. Roadworks have resumed, as have the traffic jams. So sitting stationary I checked my phone for messages and to look up Ricky’s address. I knew that he lived around the corner from my brother, but I’d only ever been to his house by foot.

There was a text from Alan:

Ricky’s phone is not passing on messages but accepts texts. Mine works but am low on electricity.

For three guys working with the cutting edges of technology so far we’re not doing very well trying to keep in touch over something as simple as meeting up for a couple of hours. Pity help the institutions that we work for!

Alan Vance and a salt cellar

A couple of hours later Jane and pulled out of South Queensferry having had a lovely, laid back evening that had been filled with laughter, photographs of a salt cellar (see right) but mostly watching Alan eat his takeaway Chinese meal, and then eat the half of Rick’s that he had left.

Friends are great!

Night driving

Cars at night

Conversation between Jane and me while driving home from Edinburgh on Saturday night. I was driving and feeling quite tired; Jane was in the passenger’s seat.

Gareth: How awake are you?
Jane: Not very, why?
Gareth: Don’t worry, I just wondered if you wanted to take over driving. I’m getting sleepy.
Jane: I could … it would probably help wake me up a bit.
Gareth: Yeah, cos that sounds safe! You’re alright there. I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t fall asleep.


Gareth: Could you sing me a lullaby?
Jane: Do you want to get us both killed?
Gareth: Is that really the first line of a lullaby? What kind of lullabies do you know?!

And then Jane did indeed sing me a lullaby that began with the line “Do you want to get us both killed?”. It was a really beautiful thing.

We got home safely just after 23:00.