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23 May
Something that’s been bugging me for a few years now is the seemingly stalled progress on Hydrogen Fuel Cell technology.
I’ve done no great amount of research into this but try and pay attention whenever the subject crosses my path. In light of the current fossil fuel disaster in the Gulf of Mexico it surprised me that the general media hasn’t picked up on this topic. Maybe they are in on the multi national conspiracy too!
Hydrogen Cell technology is proven and exists, there have been several test vehicles built which work very well considering that they are prototypes. These have been produced by the worlds biggest car manufacturers, not just some bloke in a shed.
For anyone who doesn’t know, this is a method of energy production which allows a vehicle to run on nothing more than Hydrogen. The only emission is water, pure, clean water. No carbon, no sulphur, just water.
OK so why isn’t this in mass production? The reason given is that the process of extracting or manufacturing Hydrogen is massively inefficient and costly, also it generates it’s own pollution in the process. Why should this be an issue? The first steam engines to be widely used were grossly inefficient. Designed by Thomas Newcomen to pump water from Cornish tin mines in the early 18th century, using very low pressure steam. Firstly it didn’t stop them from being commissioned in vast numbers as all concerned could see that the benefits far outweighed the cost and logistical problems of using so much coal. Secondly, within a very short space of time, other pioneers of steam such as James Watt had taken the concept and developed it into something much more practical.
The point here is that we have a need to move the technology forward, if it was adopted on a small scale it would drive the research on as all of the big manufacturers would want to be leading the race. Instead we are told that using electric vehicles is the green solution but this is absolute codswallop! When Boris Johnson was interviewed about electric vehicles being exempt from London Congestion Charge, he was lamenting the virtues of this clean technology. That was until a sharp reporter asked him where the electricity came from to charge the batteries of these vehicles…”from the plug.” was his answer. Well done Boris, just like all of the other bafoons who think that they can take some kind of high moral stance because they drive one of those things, he had missed the point. Production of electricty is not green at present and all that GeeWizz drivers are doing is pumping load of carbon into the atmosphere from a power station every time they charge their car instead of every time they turn on the engine!
If all of the major governments from around the world seriously contributed to the research on this, I’m sure that it could be a much more viable option. Currently though, it seems that the research is being done on a very small scale at a few universities and is considered as something for the future. Future my arse! The reason, as far as I can make out, that this is not being pushed forward is simple. There is no need as long as we have oil available! As long as we keep using oil, the powers that be can tell us that we are naughty and must pay lots and lots of tax for the privilege. If a clean fuel was used they would have no excuse to tax it so heavily.
Meanwhile, in order to look good, they will commission a load of poxy wind farms (a future topic to rant about) and hopefully be perceived as “green aware!”
I am no tree hugging, tofu eating nutter who thinks that cars are bad and planes are the devils playthings. I am however realistic and appreciate that new technology is needed to move forward responsibly. Most authorities on fossil fuels seem to be indicating that we have about 30 yrs of oil reserves to play with. We also have millions and millions of vehicles which will become redundant when that time comes. Put the tech out there now, allow plenty of time for the crossover to happen gradually whilst the industry can develop and advance it at leisure. Otherwise we are gonna end up with one hell of a mess of useless scrap and at the same time could well end up with the average Fuel Cell family car as something so slow and impractical that the transport system will be ground to a halt!
Of course if I wanted to be really cynical I could suggest that the process to produce Hydrogen is already perfected but is being kept firmly under wraps so we can keep on using that tax lucrative oily stuff…?

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23 May

Now I like farms, I eat food every day, I find it necessary to keep me from falling over and dying.  What I don’t like though, is getting held up for ages every morning and night by a fleet of agricultural machinery.

I’ve lived pretty much all of my life in rural or semi-rural locations and it has always been the same.  Slow moving traffic on major trunk roads due to bloody tractors and crop sprayers every rush hour.  They sit there in their air-conditioned, super comfy Tonka toys, bopping away to the Wurzells or something on the stereo, totally oblivious to the enormous serpent following them.  I’m sure that the Highway Code states that they should pull over if the queue behind them is in excess of six.  What they don’t seem to understand is that means six vehicles, not six miles of traffic!  Sometimes you may get a courteous one who will try to help as much as possible by putting the very edge of his near side wheel slightly closer to the side of the road.  Yeah thanks for that, those extra three inches that you’ve just allowed me will be really helpful.  I’ll be far enough over when I hit the oncoming truck, as I pass you, to just lose my right arm and leg perhaps.  Much better than a full frontal impact, I’m sure you would agree.

Of course the drivers following old grass stalk chewer often don’t help the situation either.  How frustrating is it when you finally see a clear stretch of road ahead, you are six cars back and you fully expect the car immediately behind the chunky tyred machine to dive out and squirt past him, bringing you one step closer to freedom. No such luck, he has a little peek and starts to make a move, then his bottle goes and he pulls back in.  The car behind then has a look and thinks “can I take them both?”  Then he bottles it too.  After a few seconds the first car is feeling silly, “there was enough time” he says and moves over for another peek.  Now the second car is hanging out again too, telepathically willing him to go for it.  Then by the time they’ve dithered for a while there is an oncoming vehicle on the horizon, still enough time to make it but it’s the perfect excuse to abort the manoeuvre completely.

Then there are the others who seem to think that touching the back of the tractor with their front bumper and straddling the white line for miles is the answer.  Every little straight sees him start to “go for it” but he’s no braver than the “ditherer” and dives back in to resume his attempt to mate a Mondeo with a Massey Ferguson!  Of course while you are watching this display ahead, you become totally engrossed and shouting instructions as if you were watching televised football.  Then the inevitable happens, you glance into your door mirror and spot him.  Twenty cars back and he pops out of the queue, where’s he gonna go, he’s never gonna make it to the front.  Of course we are British, famed for our orderly queues and woe betide he who dares to challenge that!  You immediately move closer to the car in front of you, bugger safe stopping distances, he’s not getting in here!  As he passes, you blast your horn and flick him “the vees.”  A truck comes the opposite way, our hero has suddenly turned to zero, you scream at the cars in front not to let him in (or at least to wait a few seconds, just to ensure that he has actually s**t himself as 40tonnes gets closer and closer!)  In reality, you don’t really want him to crash because then you would be stuck for even longer and it is bound to be the innocent beggar coming the other way that comes off worst.

At last you see a field gate ahead and if you are lucky the tractor  starts to give you a little orange wink of apology as he prepares to turn in.  Then relief turns to utter dismay as he pauses and casually waves his mate out of the field and onto the road in front of him!  “Do you have no sense of compassion, man?”  The whole process starts again and it’s finally your turn to take point, immediately behind the mud spitting tyres and smell of farmyard.  You come to clear stretch of road, you move out and have a peek, you can’t bottle it, you have to commit and go.  Bum twitching, you pull out and floor it, alongside him now, one hand on the wheel the other on the horn/shaking imaginary coffee beans at him.  He is totally oblivious, just getting to the chorus of “I’ve Got a Brand New Combine Harvester” and dreaming about the new pair of wellies he’s gonna treat himself to on payday!

Now I’m not stupid, despite what those of you who know me might say and I appreciate that these vehicles do need to move around.  Why during rush hour though?  You speak to any farm worker and he’ll be only too keen to tell you the he starts at 5am and doesn’t finish until 7pm.  So why the hell can’t you just plant some seeds or brand some cattle or something for and hour at each end of the day.  Park up the tractors and play cards, read that crumpled and dubiously crispy copy of Razzle that’s tucked behind the seat.  Do anything, just don’t drive on the roads while other normal vehicles (those actually capable of driving at the national speed limit) try to get to work or back home to pick up the kids…please!

Rant over!  I will just add that I do genuinely understand the need for farm traffic, especially as I choose to live a bit out in the sticks, it’s inevitable.  Why can’t there be some government legislation to minimise the impact on commuter traffic.  Aside from the inconvenience caused, there is an environmental issue too as all of those cars are forced to run at slow and often inconsistent speeds for miles at a time, pushing up fuel consumption and emissions.  It wouldn’t take much, a ban between 8-9:30 am and 4:30-6pm would cover most of the problem without impacting too much on the activities of the farms.

Maybe the newly appointed Baron Prescott of Kingston-upon-Hull could embrace it as one of the environmental issues that he was forced to accept a peerage in order to campaign for? (That’s another post altogether ;-))

Cheers

G.

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23 May

When I was a youngster, holidays meant discovering a new part of the UK, usually living in a rented farm cottage or similar.  Back then, I was jealous of all of my school mates when they were off to Spain or Italy and other such exotic places.  When they came home though, it was a different story.  It seemed to me that all that their holiday consisted of was beach or water park and being dragged along to some cabaret night so their parents could get smashed and make fools of themselves!

We may not have had the wonderful weather all of the time and I can’t ever remember experiencing the thrill of a giant water slide but I never really missed any of that. Our days were always busy, visiting local attractions, country houses, zoos, exhibitions, theme parks, etc.  All of those things were great and I still enjoy them now, I learned a lot about the history of our kingdom, discovered an interest in animals and birds, plants and trees and had a lot of fun along the way.  Above all of that, one activity has stuck with me and developed throughout the rest of my life.You see, some days we would just go somewhere for a “wander around and a look about,” a phrase often used by my mother and mimicked by the rest of the family in jest.  Often these little jollies incorporated some kind of walking, whether that be through a flat Suffolk coastal village or around a public garden but sometimes there would be a bit of a climb involved and that was when I was happiest.  The memories of watching Curlews atop a bleak Scottish moor, the first sight of the water after the trek up to Tarn Hows in the Lake District, or taking the cliff path from Lulworth Cove up to the top of Durdle Door in Dorset will stay with me forever.

Those early trips had triggered something inside me. A desire to walk up to the top of big hills took hold of me by the hand and led me to some amazing places.

As luck would have it, at around the same time as I was discovering this urge, the Duke of Edinburgh Award Scheme was offered to me.  This was it, my chance to try proper hill walking, as much as walks with my parents were enjoyable, they were never really “wild” or “challenging.”  We never needed map or compass, survival gear consisted of an apple and a cagoule and I don’t even remember having a rucksack or boots.  So soon I was spending one or two evenings a week, back at school learning the basics of mountain craft, route planning and navigation, emergency procedures, survival skills etc.  The OS maps of the Cheviot Hills along the Northumberland and Scotland border were teasing me with their contour lines and symbols, only allowing me to imagine what the landscape really looked like.  Eventually, after what seemed like ages, we were in the minibus and on our way north.  Equipment was borrowed from a friend, frame rucksack, plastic boots, oilskin like waterproofs, not ideal but I didn’t care, I was on a voyage of discovery.

Misty hills loomed all around us and a cold breeze carried the chorus of a dozen, quickly pulled up, zips away towards the fast running stream that we could hear behind the campsite.  A little shiver just ran up my spine as I remembered that moment.  I couldn’t have predicted the swirling mix of emotions that seemed to carry me along for the next few days but at that precise point in time as we stepped out of the Sherpa I was awestruck.  My first proper outdoor experience was happening!

After a typical teenage night spent under canvas and the expected chaos of cooking breakfast we shouldered our far too heavy packs and started out.  The day seemed to fly by, I remember clear skies, warm sun, trying to make sense of all those lines and symbols that had hitherto been our only picture of this vast and wild landscape that now surrounded us, oh and blisters, blisters and a few more blisters!  It was those plastic boots that did all of the damage, I didn’t care really, until one of the leaders suggested that I may not be able to make the second day’s walk.  Every trick in the book was used to get my feet in some kind of fit state to continue, surgical spirit, needles and squeezing out fluid, plasters, lint dressings, etc, etc. Needless to say, with an extra pair of socks and a permanent grimace, I completed day two!

So as time has gone on, those first exploratory steps into hill walking have led on to a multitude of adventures.  The Lake District became my Mecca and the hills became my holiday destination year after year.  I had no desire to go abroad and lie on a beach for two weeks, I would much rather live in a tent and get to the summit of a few mountains whenever I had the chance.  I’ve never done any of the really hardcore stuff such as the Cuillin Ridge on the Isle of Skye but I have happily plodded up well-marked and worn paths and tracks to touch summit cairns and trig points all over the place.

All of that waffle finally leads me to the point of this post!  Over the years, many people have asked the question “Why?”  Why would I want to spend my spare time getting out of breath, windswept, soaked to the skin by either rain or fog (or both,) lost in a blizzard or sun burnt, just to stand on a hill?  A man called George Mallory, who was part of three separate teams that attempted to climb Everest between 1920 and 1924, was asked a similar question, albeit on a much grander scale.  When asked why he wanted to climb Everest, he is alleged to have replied “because it’s there!”  The accuracy of that quote is somewhat ambiguous but it has become a well used phrase within the hill walking and mountaineering fraternity.  Incidentally Mallory and his partner both died on their final attempt on the world’s highest peak in 1924.  They were last sighted not far from the summit but despite his body being found in 1999 it is still not known whether they actually made it to the top or not.  He is known to have had a camera with him but that was not with his body, so the secret may lie with is partner (Andrew Irvine) whose body is still on the mountain and a guy called Tom Holzel thinks he knows where it is.  If the camera is found on his planned expedition to find Irvine and the film preserved it could prove that Sir Edmund Hillary may have been about 29 years too late!

Mallory’s quote is fundamentally, I suppose, the simplest answer to the question posed.  However in reality for most it is much more than that.  I guess that each individual will have their reasons for wanting to do this and with tens of thousands of people taking to Britain’s high places each week, that’s a lot of reasons.  For me though, it is a mix of freedom, beauty and achievement.  As I head away from the village or car park and set off into the hills, I start to feel the stress and strain of daily life just fall away behind me.  That isn’t some kind of weak metaphor but a genuine sensation.  You see, on every walk that I do there is a goal, (usually the highest peak) the main purpose is to reach that goal and return safely at the end of the day. In order to get to that goal I need to do varying kinds of work, map reading, terrain evaluation, weather assessment, re-hydration and usually lots of very hard work as the path starts to get steeper.  When I’m not involved in those tasks I have time to take in the surrounding landscape which is, almost invariably, stunning to behold.  I don’t have time to think about the latest interest rate rise or the cost of a service for my van.  The last week’s work is totally irrelevant and next week’s is not even on my radar, who cares?  I’m challenging myself, exercising and being engulfed in some of the most amazing scenery that these Islands have to offer, what do I need to be stressed about?

Upon reaching the goal, usually exhausted, the exhilaration that I feel is worth a bar of gold.  Ideally I want the weather to be good and clear to allow me to take in the full vista but even in thick low-lying hill cloud (known as “clag”) where I can barely see my mate next to me, it is still an awesome feeling.  To have worked so hard to get there and knowing that, at that point in time, you are higher than anyone for miles around is simply wonderful.  Of course there are days when getting to the top seems like a chore, high winds and lashing rain or hail can be enough to put anyone off but usually the thought of reaching the summit is enough to keep me motivated and smiling.  Especially when I’m in like-minded company, which is another aspect of the pastime that I value greatly.

So what am I trying to get across to those who have taken the time to read this twaddle?  Essentially I would hope that I could encourage some of you to try hill walking, get out there and experience the assault on the senses that draws people back to the mountains time after time.  I have taken many “newbies” into the hills for the first time and have yet to find someone who didn’t want to do it again and again.  Apart from some basic equipment, which doesn’t have to cost the earth, despite what you may read in some of the outdoor related media, you need very little to start experiencing this.  Call into your local library, they should have maps of your surrounding area and the staff will usually be able to tell you where your nearest “high place” is.  That may only be a little hill in the local park or a grassed over slag heap near an old colliery but it will give you a taste.  You will increase your heart rate as you climb and when you get to the top of even the smallest summit, you will get a different view of what may have seemed very familiar to you just an hour or so earlier. Pick up a guide-book while you are in the library, there are hundreds covering every part of the British Isles.  Set a day aside and pick an easy route (they are usually graded in the books) set off and give it a go.  Of course always ensure that you do this safely, most books will have some basic safety information in the front, read it and absorb it and never ignore it, but don’t be put off by it.

Go on, get out in the hills, get out there and experience the scenery, the weather, the smells, the sounds, the exhaustion and the elation but when you climb your first peak, please don’t do it just “because it’s there….

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