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Saturday 31 December 2016

What are the Yorkshire Dales Really Like?

We are privileged to live right in the heart of The Yorkshire Dales.   That means a lot to us but may mean little to Blog followers around the world - or even from other parts of the United Kingdom.

I know this as I spent my first 8 or nine years in the south - in and around Guildford, Surrey in fact.   In those radio days my impression of 'the north' was of a foreign land probably inhabited by aliens who did not wash.   My father's posting to Leeds, Yorkshire was a bit of a shock to a southern softie.

I need not have worried.   Yorkshire, I soon discovered, was beautiful - even then.   Of course there was industry and grime and the industrial revolution was in its derelict death throes.

Well, what about the Yorkshire Dales?

Take a look at


http://www.dalesdiscoveries.com/uploads/4/8/5/6/4856328/yorkshiredalesguidetohealth_happiness.pdf

The cover gives you a flavour.


Enjoy.

Friday 30 December 2016

The Rainwater Harvester Working Again - Kingspan Envireau to the Tip

Apologies for the tedious rants about the fiendishly expensive but for us useless Kingspan Envireau rainwater harvesting system.   I should have started worrying when the enormous great underground tank arrived on a low loader - from Northern Ireland I think.   You see these absurd things on the motorways from time to time.   Our Kingspan Envireau 1000 gallon tank arrived on a day when Restoration Man were filming.   Indeed, the arrival of the rainwater system that day was one of the reasons the film crew were there.

We supposed, wrongly, that Kingspan Envireau would appreciate the potential free advertising - if not for their precise system but for the concept of rainwater harvesting and its benefits.

The Kingspan driver's face drained of colour when he saw the film crew.   "No filming" he shouted.  "Health and safety!"   I still puzzle about this surprising twist to the day.    Needless to say the film crew, like true professionals, kept on filming.   If the tank blew up or something dramatically unhealthy or unsafe happened they were NOT going to miss it.   Health and Safety is right up there with Data Protection as a general purpose admonition intended to scare the pants off the vulnerable and naive.   Tiger Aspect's crew were of sterner stuff,   They were there to make a TV programme, not to be cowed by a delivery driver.

Unsurprisingly the Kingspan Envireau rainwater harvesting system did not appear in either of our Restoration Man episodes.   Kingspan Envireau did however get an honourable mention on Channel 4's website as one of our suppliers, more's the pity.   Our project appeared on the Kingspan Envireau website - and it is still there.   It would be good if they would remove it now that their fiendish system has given us so much trouble.

Here is what replaces it.   No menu buttons and digital displays.   Just an analogue dial showing the pressure in the system and a light that comes on when the pump is actually in action.

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With limited plumbing skills I fitted it all myself.   I could have hidden it away but as it is in the utility room already full of machinery it does not matter that it is prominently on show.   Furthermore the dial is at eye level.

The white bulge at the back is a pressure vessel which ensures that the pump does not activate every time a toilet is flushed but waits until the system pressure (4 Bars) falls below a certain level.


If the thing fails to work I can just replace it myself for 1/4 of the price of a Kingspan Envireau engineer's visit.

I feel quietly chuffed at the result.

Did I mention that I dislike Kingspan Envireau by the way?



Thursday 29 December 2016

Alan Bennett on Settle Rotary Club

Among the pleasures of living in Settle is that you bump into national treasure Alan Bennett from time to time in the local shops and so forth.   It is comforting to know that famous people do mundane things too.

Pat bumped into AB in the check out queue at Booths supermarket recently and told him that the check-out lady had told her that she was taking AB's latest book on holiday with her to read.   "She'll need an excess baggage allowance" he replied.


Sure enough the book is 720 pages deep and covers his life between 2005 and 2015 via his diaries.   Bless, her, daughter Lorna got it for Pat as a Christmas gift.   She's already up to page 217 and our life is punctuated with giggles - often and inevitably relating to Settle.

Here is the entry for 5th July 2010:

" A child in Settle is said to have asked what the Mafia was and his grandfather said, 'It's like Settle Rotary Club, only with guns.'"

Mark Rand
(Past President Settle Rotary Club)

Tuesday 27 December 2016

Ass Whupped by a Ten ** Year Old

Meet grandsons Ben (left) and James today lunching at the Wildwood in Gerrards Cross after their post Christmas drive south from Settle.

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The boys have been a great source of pride and delight to us over Christmas when they have not been knocking seven shades of sherbert out of each other.

Here is a very useful present from them which I shall treasure for ever:


Among my Christmas highlights was a protracted game of cards with Ben (10 **).   Our family card game is 501, a devilish affair involving cunning, skill, memory and mathematics at which I have, naturally, excelled - until now.   After many many rounds Ben well and truly defeated me or Whupped My Ass* as his American father would say.

Ben also accompanied me as Deputy Junior Assistant On-Train-Guide on the 1146 from Settle northwards on Christmas Eve.

* ' To Whup ass' is a North American expression meaning to defeat resoundingly.   Not only are US Americans prone to colloquial indelicacy they cannot even spell arse correctly.

**  Since posting this entry my darling daughter Lorna has informed me that my grandson is not ten.   He is eight.   Why does NOBODY keep me up to date on these important things?

I distinctly remember Ben (8 it seems) telling me, on being asked, that he was ten.    This was while he was in the process of whupping my ass at cards so perhaps (quite possible) he was trying to lessen the blow of humiliating defeat.




Sunday 25 December 2016

Station Inn Mystery


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This curious image was captured on 15th December by our Ribblehead Viaduct web camera.   The camera is on the station master's house.   The Settle Carlisle railway lines are on the left and the Station Inn is at the bottom of the station drive.

Question is what is the enormous explosion-like fireball alongside that is lighting up the sky?   The Station Inn is still there in case you are wondering.

Suggestions please in the comments section below - if only to prove that somebody is really out there.

Happy Christmas.

Saturday 24 December 2016

Let it Snow

Well it isn't snowing in Settle this Christmas Eve but the weather is pretty awful.   Storm Barbara is blowing herself out and we await the next.   Yet it is mild, as Decembers go.

Maybe we are in for a mild winter when the absence of snow may disappoint.   Maybe not.

Here is a splendid compilation of winters past in and around Settle.   It lasts for 13 minutes or so and has a relaxing and seasonal piano sound track.    Sit down with whatever takes your fancy.  Full screen, relax and enjoy.

And remind yourself how winters were.

Winters long ago

Saturday 17 December 2016

Google Knows Where You Are

Yesterday's post about the pie in the sky had a footnote of caution that many Blog followers may not know the whereabouts of Wigan (take off) and Low Bentham (landing).

So curiosity led me to a remote part of the Blog programme which shows who actually looks at it.   The statistics for THIS WEEK are below:

United States
1560
Russia
626
United Kingdom
204
Germany
60
France
55
Ukraine
31
Australia
9
Portugal
6
Spain
5
New Zealand
5


The top three are curious indeed.   Each is a nuclear power, disturbingly.   The UK is in third place.

Does the list really represent the proportions of worldwide interest in Settle Station Water Tower?   Or even water towers in general?   Possible I suppose but unlikely.

Maybe my occasional irreverences have put me on watch lists, eager to jump on suspicious keywords.

Well, to fans in The Pentagon, The Kremlin and GCHQ - 

HAAAAPY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL

For God's sake do not click to enlarge

Friday 16 December 2016

Pie in The Sky

Blog readers in places like St Helena and Outer Mongolia, and I know you are out there, may have missed yesterday's local news story about the meat-and-potato pie which was sent into space from Wigan, Lancashire:

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It went up on a weather balloon yesterday at noon I think, rose 20 miles into space and landed in the village of Low Bentham, quite near Settle.   The on-board camera pictures were amazing.

It had been tracked using GPS and pie charts probably.

Since its epic journey the pie's value has increased to £3.14159

It's this sort of nonsense that makes Britain Great.

Wednesday 14 December 2016

Two Bits of Good News

1.   Result from my CT scan - no cancer visible anywhere in the scanned area (chest and abdomen).

2.   Our rainwater harvesting system is now working on a simple pressure sensor and float switch.   Good riddance to the Kingspan Envireau three boxes of expensive tricks.

Not sure which gives me greater pleasure.

Sunday 11 December 2016

Just Singin' at the Train

We sing at the trains in Settle at Christmas.   And the trains sing back.

Click here to listen. The train sings back a 2m 36s

Some nice glimpses of the water tower in the background too.

Saturday 10 December 2016

Dutch Pictures from Four Years Ago

Previous post also refers.

Among the Dutch visitors in June 2012 was a keen photographer who kept clicking away.   The book about Dutch water towers was accompanied by a DVD containing 98 pictures of their visit to our water tower.   Besides being excellent photographs they serve as a splendid reminder of how far we have come in the last four years.   Here are just a few:

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The incredible wooden jigsaw puzzle that turned into a navvy hut

 Portrait of bloke in hat

Very early stage of navvy hut reconstruction

 'Unsupported' staircase

 Main room looking trendy and new

Lots of glass, steel and stone

Dutch Water Towers


Way back in 2012 I had the pleasure of showing a group of Dutch visitors around the tower , a trip arranged by David Blackburn who knows a thing or two about water management from his days with the British Waterways Board.

They promised to send me, via David, and four years later a book about Dutch water towers and today it arrived:



Water towers are common features in Holland, it being such a flat country.   Some are amazingly
ornate too.  I leave it to the Dutch to explain:

Handreiking Een toekomst voor watertorens 

Watertorens zijn boodschappers uit ons verleden. Zij maken deel uit van onze geschiedenis en met hun rijzige gestalte bepalen ze mede de identiteit van een dorp of een stad. De maatschappelijke aandacht voor dit gebouwde erfgoed groeit. 
Steeds meer watertorens verliezen hun oorspronkelijke functie. Ze hebben vaak alleen toekomst als ze een nieuwe economische bestemming krijgen, bijvoorbeeld als woning of kantoor. Dat stelt geheel andere eisen aan het gebouw. Denk aan extra daglicht, sanitaire voorzieningen en meer leefcomfort. Met kennis van zaken kan dit soort veranderingen op een goede manier worden vormgegeven, met respect voor de cultuurhistorische en architectonische waarden van het monument. Juist de karakteristieke kwaliteiten kunnen de toren in zijn nieuwe functie meerwaarde bieden.
Beschermen van bijzondere monumentenDe Rijksdienst voor het Cultureel Erfgoed heeft de taak om bijzondere monumenten te beschermen. Wij adviseren over nieuwe mogelijkheden voor oude gebouwen. Het herbestemmen van monumenten is één
van de grote opgaven voor de komende jaren. Restauratie én transformatie staan centraal in het werk van de RCE. En zijn ze gestart met de uitgave van een serie brochures over het herbestemmen en ontwikkelen van monumenten.

Een (nieuwe) toekomst voor watertorensEen toekomst voor watertorens geeft in kort bestek weer wat er komt kijken bij een succesvolle herbestemming van een watertoren. U vindt hierin onder meer onze visie en toetsingscriteria rond de herbestemming.
Voor gemeenten, monumentencommissies en beleidsmakers biedt de brochure handvatten voor het ontwikkelen van stimulerend eigen monumentenbeleid.
InspiratieEigenaren, architecten, gemeenteambtenaren en ontwikkelaars vinden in de brochure veel inspirerende voorbeelden en praktische tips. Natuurlijk blijven er ook vragen onbeantwoord. De RCE wenst u veel inspiratie en succes bij het aanpassen van de monumenten waarvoor u een bijzondere verantwoordelijkheid draagt.

The Water Tower in 1959

Bishop Eric Treacy was the nation's foremost photographer of railways during the latter part of the steam era.   The picture below was taken by him in 1959 and there is the water tower, still then in operation, as was the coal yard.

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The picture shows a BR built Fairburn 2-6-4 tank No 42051 leaving Settle with an up local train.   The train standing on the down line may well be taking on water.

From The Best of Eric Treacy ISBN 1-85877-007-6

Thursday 8 December 2016

Lit Up for Christmas

External lighting of water towers is a delicate issue.   A goodly number of our planning conditions related to it - especially as it is visible to train drivers who are easily confused apparently.

There are no guidelines about lighting water towers.

Our occasional attempts at a bit of external seasonal fun have drawn mixed responses, overwhelmingly appreciative, fortunately.

This year's Christmas illuminations are muted as these things go:

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Ho, ho, ho.

Wednesday 7 December 2016

The Geest Truck Has Landed

My latest E-Bay find was a three wheeler railway platform truck - reported upon here previously.

Buying it was the easy bit.   Getting it here was the bigger problem.   Not as big a problem as the coal truck from Aviemore but still a problem.   It was way too big for my going-to-the-tip trailer and its was way up north near Newcastle.   The car transporter trailer was nearing completion so today was the agreed collection date.   The big trailer's first serious outing.

Well the big trailer passed with flying colours.   Here is the new truck on board the big trailer with Hadrian's Wall country in the background:

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Pat is particularly taken with the colour of the tie down ratchet straps.

It was properly dark by the time we got back to Settle, the trailer having braved foul weather on the M6 in the Shap / Penrith / Tebay areas both ways.


The engine cowling was removed for the return journey.   Don't you think there is something of the Santa's sleigh about the ensemble?

Thursday 1 December 2016

It's All Happening at this end of The Sidings

Our end of The Sidings industrial estate looked pretty dire before we bought the tower and work began to restore it.

Then the Stationside apartment block was built which gave the area another lift.

Now, industrial Unit E, which backs on to our navvy hut has been totally refurbished and, signage apart, is open and in business:


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Tuesday 29 November 2016

That Trailer

The one-time derelict caravan has metamorphosed into a pretty snazzy looking car transporter trailer:

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It awaits its mudguards (on order)

Its first big trip will be to Newcastle to collect the Geest truck.   I bet you cannot wait.

Meantime it has done two round road-test trips to Ribblehead and back on a mission to repair the viaduct web camera (done).   The very long ladders fit on the trailer with length to spare.   The anchorage points for the tie down straps are directly onto the metal chassis so that when tightened the load becomes part of the trailer.   It tows superbly well and will be a really useful piece of kit.

Sunday 27 November 2016

Polluted Snow

I came across this image online at http://fantasystock.deviantart.com/art/Black-Polluted-Snow-116374211 :

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It is reminiscent of my childhood in Leeds.    Falling snow was then, as now, magical.   The dirty old city of Leeds, overnight usually, was blanketed in pure white.   These days the magic remains, visually at least.   There may be traffic chaos, especially in and around London but the stuff stays white for days and possibly weeks, topped up and refreshed from time to time.

Not so in my childhood.   I am talking the 1950s.   Coal was king.  Fog was smog.   Blowing your nose into a white handkerchief was an experience.

Something was seriously wrong with the air we were all breathing.   The Yorkshire Evening Post frequently carried letters from an enigmatic correspondent 'Fresh Air - Shadwell' who turned out to be a chest physician.   The constant message of those letters was that the very air we all breathed was killing us.   What nonsense we thought.   Air was air and reality was reality.   We had to be warm in winter.   The very fabric of the city was black - the buildings long term and the snow very soon after falling.

Leeds was not special.   It was typical - of towns and cities throughout the land and throughout the industrialised world.

It was not the age for people to be concerned about the environment.   Fresh Air - Shadwell was to the 1950s in Leeds what Mrs Mary Whitehouse was to later decades.   Google her if you must.

My faltering career aspirations took me into the mortuary of St James' Hospital in Leeds during  holiday jobs as a hospital porter.   Porters were not over keen on 'carry-outs' as they were called.   Not me.   I was curious and fascinated by the situation.   On the North side of 'Jimmy's' there were wards upon wards of patients in what were then called Nightingale wards asleep, agape, awaiting their ends.

There had to be more to life, and death, than that.

On day shifts I would hang around in the mortuary, declare my interest in medicine, and be allowed to witness post mortems.   Many of them.   They were pretty routine and mainly involved slicing up vital organs to observe abnormalities.   Two of the organs stick in my mind - the brain and the lungs.   The brain often yielded an immediate and obvious cause of death.   The lungs less so.   What was blindingly obvious about the lungs was their colour.   What should have been pink was black.   Very black.   Oozing black ink or so it seemed.   'Leeds lung' I remember a pathologist calling it.  Of course, smoking, then routine, was a factor but for everybody - simply everybody - was the inescapable reality that the very air we breathed contributed to 'Leeds lung'.    Nobody, but nobody, was immune.

Clean air legislation, regarded by many at the time as cranky, was enacted.   Smokeless zones came about and, eventually the coal industry itself shut down, amidst political upheaval and social unrest which rumbles on to this day.

The fact is that nowadays, when it snows it eventually goes.   Without the seemingly weeks of miserable and increasing depressing blackness of my childhood.

I have mentioned smog.   That, for us, is a thing of the past but not so the world over.   Smoke amalgamated with the water droplets in the air which weathermen nowadays call fog.   The result was a yellowish dense ground level cloud of an intensity nowadays unimaginable.   There used to be an expression 'You could not see you hand in front of your face'.   Well, not quite;  but nearly.   In daylight hours life went on but when darkness fell the expression became true.   Movement was impossible without lights - street lights, torches or vehicle headlights.   In Leeds the only reliable vehicles were the trams.   They ran on rails and did not need steering.   Their drivers could navigate as if by instinct.   The dips in the line and the points were their clues to location.

My school was near the centre of Leeds and my usual way home was on the bus.   In the most severe smog I can remember the buses were abandoned.   I contacted my father, whose job was in the middle of Leeds.   We met at the car park where his car was parked, more by feel than sight.   He drove and I walked ahead, my torch pointing backwards towards the car.   I followed the tram tracks all along York and Selby Roads  to home in Halton, my school scarf wrapped around my mouth and nose.   At major junctions there were policemen, lit by flares, wearing white coats, directing what little traffic that was moving.

When we got home, hours late, we settled down in front of a hugely welcome coal fire . . . .

Saturday 26 November 2016

We're on Google Earth

So are you, probably....


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Back in August a Google Earth camera car, bristling with cameras and whatnot, visited Settle Station drive.   I spoke with the driver and told him I wished that I too had my camera with me.   Ever since I have been checking to see if we are on.   Well, we are now.

Anyway, above is a picture it took of our place and here is a picture of a Google Earth camera car:


Quite distinctive eh?




A Seriously Big Ball Cock

The previous Blog entry spoke of a delivery on a pallet.   It was a seriously big ball cock like this one in a reservoir on the Isle of Wight:

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A water tower, or a reservoir, needs to have some means or regulating the height of water in it.   This can be done by equalising the inflow with the outflow, by the use of an overflow or by regulating the inflow.

Often this is achieved by means of a float operated valve - much like those in toilet cisterns.   As the water rises so does the float which operates a shut-off valve.   When the water level drops so does the float and the valve re-opens.

Mind you, these valves are enormous - not the sort of thing you get at B & Q.

Here is our ("how's your leg?") pallet complete with valve:


Pat is standing alongside it to give a sense of scale.    She is already working out how it might fit in with the tower's decor.   You can see the look of sheer delight on her face.   Just.

Special thanks to Northumbrian Water Ltd for this - at whose suggestion we have made an appropriate donation to Water Aid.


And here is the assembled ball cock:
Bess the dog has quite a collection of balls, to be found randomly all around the house.   Right now the assembled ball cock resides under the bridge leading to the front door.   Its big yellow ball is therefore visible from inside through the floor level windows.   Bess has just caught sight of the ball for the first time.   She did a double-take, leapt back and clearly thought all her Christmases had come at once.

Friday 25 November 2016

Achilles Heel Better Now - and a Delivery on a Pallet

Blog followers will know that I broke my left Achilles tendon back in August.   Bang.  I heard it go.

The Achilles tendon is the largest in the body and when it breaks you know all about it.   Ask Achilles the Greek.   Ultrasound revealed a 3.5 cm gap between the broken ends.  Consultant Surgeon Chris Wray decided he could not operate on it yet as I was on anti-clotting Fragmin daily injections and he really did not want to kill me.   He told me I must nurse it for two months and he would review it.

I did as told and yesterday was the review.   Mr Wray examined me and was very pleased with me.   I am walking almost normally and could extend my foot with considerable force  - using my now healed Achilles tendon.   During my two months of nursing my Achilles I kept hearing the voice of consultant onchologist Dr Shazza Rehman.   "The body's ability to heal itself is absolutely remarkable".   Here is Dr Rehman, the Trust's lead onchologist and a very lovely lady indeed:



So what's all this got to do with a delivery on a pallet?    Well, a big lorry drew up by the water tower this morning - so big that it parked on Station Road rather than attempt the station drive.   I was busy in the garage when the lorry's driver peered in.   "Mister Rand?"  he enquired.  "How's your leg?"   How could a delivery driver know about my leg?   Conversation moved on to logistics about how he was going to offload a very heavy pallet.   That is another story - see next Blog posting.

Pallet unloaded curiosity got the better of me and I asked how he knew about my leg.   In one of life's coincidences it turned out his previous delivery had been a sheep pen to a Mr Wray in Gargrave.   Mr Wray in Gargrave was orthopaedic and trauma surgeon Chris Wray.   He had asked the driver about his next port of call and on hearing that it was a Mr Rand at Settle Water Tower he had said "Ask him how his leg is.   That'll freak him out!"

It did.

Small world again, with splendid people in it.   And Donald Trump.



Tuesday 22 November 2016

A CT Scan Today


I hope this is the final lap of my cancer journey - a second CT scan.

CT - computerised tomography - is the latest? thing in X Rays.   It gives a 3 D image of whatever parts of your body need a coat of looking at.   In my case it was the digestive tract so today I had a chest and abdomen CT scan at Airedale Hospital to see if there were still any nasties.

You starve before the scan then drink a whole load of contrast medium - orange flavoured and quite pleasant during the hour or so before the scan.   That illuminates, as it were, the upper gut.   Just before the scan they administer iodine into a vein to show blood vessels too.  That gives you a very odd warming sensation.

Then the enormous doughnut machine moves along your body whilst every body else runs for cover.


As you slide into the jaws of hell a Yorkshire voice tells you to breathe in deeply and hold your breath.   As you come out at the other side the same voice tells you to breathe normally - quite a relief I can tell you.

And that's it.

When dismounting the table I asked if they had ever forgotten to tell the patient to resume breathing.   No, they said, the voice is automatic so that avoids any unpleasantness.    Phew.

That, I hope, marks the end of my brush with the big C.   Diagnosis, operation, chemotherapy and checking where the sun don't shine then checking the rest.

Not something that anybody wishes for but what will be will be.

The NHS in the UK comes in for some stick from time to time but I have to say that the whole thing has been very efficient,  compassionate and reassuring.   All along the way the people have been great.   Well done Airedale Hospital.










Sunday 20 November 2016

Rainwater Harvesting dies. Caveat Emptor - especially with Kingspan Envireau

Ages ago on this Blog I posted about rainwater harvesting problems.   The trouble then was the failure of the main water pump, located in the 1,000 gallon underground tank in front of the tower.   We were teetering on the brink of being outside the warranty period for the Kingspan Envireau system but with goodwill all round a new pump was supplied and all was well - for a while.

Some months later the system failed again.   Sorry, said Kingspan Envireau, you're on you own now and it's £300 for an engineer to attend.

That sort of call out change makes rainwater harvesting uneconomic when compared with mains water.

I approached the rainwater harvesting industry's trade body who put me in touch with one of their members, Edward Daykin from  Ecoserve in Newark who called when he was next in our area.   He got us going again for a fraction of Kingspan Envireau's price.   What was the problem?   Edward could not tell - he had simply dismantled the system at the tank end and it had started to work on re-assembly.   A dodgy connection presumably.

http://www.ecoserve-uk.com

This summer the system failed again, the fault screen announcing that the remote sensor in the tank or its connection was faulty.   The connection is some 40 metres of underground wire - even though Kingspan Envireau's own recommendation is that the wire should not exceed 15 m.

But hey, hang on - our system had been fitted by Kingspan Envireau themselves for two reasons
- our plumber had never fitted one himself and
- we were being televised so failure could be public and embarrassing for Kingspan Envireau.

So Kingspan Envireau KNEW from the start that our system had a connecting wire nearly three times their own recommendation and this connection was what had failed.   It's all to do with capacitance.  A call to the once helpful Kingspan Envireau helpline proved futile.  Out of warranty - now down to you mate, as it were.

I decided to abandon the system that had cost a great deal of money and to revert to mains water, putting the Kingspan Envireau decision down to one of life's bad ones.

But hang on another mo..  Did I really need a complicated box of tricks in our utility room to tell us how deep the water was in the outside tank?   The system had never accepted the full depth measurement anyway.   When after a dry spell it was showing empty,  physical inspection of the tank showed it was a least half full.

Does everybody with a rainwater harvesting system have this many problems?    I Googled - as you do these days.   I soon discovered that these systems can be as simple as a tank, a pump and a pressure switch to shut down the pump should it run dry.   The Kingspan Envireau system was grossly over complicated and any one of 101 possible problems resulted in the system shutting down and undue expense every time.   An alternative might be an annual 'service' at even greater expense.

So I called my good friend Edward Daykin and explained.   What did HE think about my plan to abandon the Kingspan Envireau system entirely, rip it out and replace it with a pressure switch?   "Sounds like an excellent plan" was his astonishing reply.   "Just one thing - install a float switch as well to make quite sure the pump doesn't keep going and burn out if it every gets dry".

So that, dear reader, is what I have done.

Here is the Kingspan Envireau gubbins that I have removed:

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Kingspan Evireau control panel - £339.07 + VAT


and

Kingspan Envireau sensor display - £82.89 + VAT


and here is what replaces them both:



£81.66 - INCLUDING VAT

Oh yes, and a float switch:

£8 - E-Bay








Thursday 17 November 2016

Now an Autotruck

I simply have to have a project on the go.   The Yanmar Tractor is nearly finished and so too is the car transporter trailer so what next?

I have always had a soft spot for those three wheeled tractors you used to see on railway platforms towing sometimes trains of wagons full of mailbags.    They were such commonplace and utility vehicles that few of them have survived.   Rare among the survivors were those made in the UK by Geest.

These things steered by means of the entire front end, engine, powered wheel, the lot,  turning so they could in fact turn in their own length - sometimes actually less.   The Geest auto truck was particularly useful as its body tips.

Well, I now have one - or soon shall have when the trailer is ready to go to near Newcastle to collect it - maybe a week, that's all.   The three pictures are not of my actual auto truck but they are almost identical.   My new (well, 1940s) truck lived at Hexham station and is a part finished project which has been dry stored for some decades since its former owner died.



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This third picture is nearest in terms of condition and colours.   It could just end up in LMS maroon.



Monday 14 November 2016

Too Much of a Good Thing

We have five TV sets around the tower - all monster size HD things and one is even 4K super HD.   Yes, yes, I know how sad that is but there it is.   We have three floors and a man-cave dammit.

For ages now the picture on four of these five sets has varied between perfect, through breaking up or freezing to nothing at all.   Especially on HD channels and in high winds.

When the system was installed there were huge trees between our aerial array and the transmitter, Winter Hill Nr Bolton in Lancashire.    This weakened the signal a great deal, especially in summer when tree leaves aggravated things.   This, meanwhile is Winter Hill:

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Since then, two things have happened - the trees were felled to make way for the apartment block on The Sidings, the roof top of which is considerably lower than were the trees.   Secondly, the UK's analogue transmissions were switched off and we went digital.   At the same time Winter Hill's output increased greatly in power.   These factors each combined to give us a very good signal indeed.  TOO good in fact.

Nowadays, signal strength can be displayed among the menu options on screen on the TVs.   Each was showing 100%.

The fix?   Attenuate (turn down) the signal leaving our mast to 70 or 80% - a simple turn of a screw at the masthead box-of-tricks.   Remove two signal-strength-amplifiers which had been installed to enhance our one time too weak signals and Bingo.   Perfect HD / 4K TV pictures all round the house.

So, I have discovered that when it comes to TV signals you CAN have too much of a good thing.   I have also discovered that Winter Hill is the UK's third highest mast at 1015 feet tall.   Impressive:


If that ever pops up in a pub quiz you will thank me for that.




Thursday 10 November 2016

November Snow at Ribblehead

FoSCL's web camera that overlooks the Ribblehead Viaduct is immensely popular on the Railcam.uk website - and not just for the trains either.   There are few enough of those anyway just now.   Yesterday we had unseasonably early snow, nowhere better pictured than at Ribblehead:

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The almost black-and-white colour still image is fine but the live image at 0800 yesterday captured falling snow - for all the world to see

The Tower in 1887

This picture of Settle from the Castlebergh has been posted online.   Dated 1887 it clearly shows the station and water tower on the far left, just above centre.   The tank colours are a matter of guesswork but each panel has a light centre and a dark outer frame.

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The railway had only been open for ten years and this view shows it to be well clear of the then built up parts of Settle.   Rather, the chosen line took advantage of the extensive gardens of the grand houses to the west.   Giggleswick, mid / upper right is well apart from Settle then.


Tuesday 8 November 2016

Where The Sun Don't Shine Again

It is the first anniversary of my operation for the removal of my cygmoid colon which was found to be cancerous.   Since then I have had chemotherapy for six months and Fragmin injections for another two.   In between times my left Achilles tendon broke.   So I have had a bit of a year really.

Today was the day when I was summoned back to Airedale Hospital for the undignified procedure of another colonoscopy.   Something of a moment of truth.

RESULT - no signs of further cancer at all.   I still have to have a chest and abdomen CT scan for belt-and-braces but this is exceedingly good news which I needed to share with Blog followers, some of whom have been kind enough to communicate their concern for me.

During the first colonoscopy when my cancer was discovered I had opted for no anaesthetic - and regretted it.   It hurt like hell, especially when they took biopsies.   This time I asked for pain killing and sedation and boy what a difference.   Furthermore I asked for the HD colour monitor to be turned my way so that, for the first time, I could see where the sun don't shine - as it were.   It was quite a journey too I can tell you.   I was introduced to the site of my last year's operation, evidenced by metal clips which will trigger future airport scanners no doubt.   That seemed fine.   We carried on up the Circle Line right up to its junction with the District.

After an hour in the recovery room I had two slices of toast and jam - hugely welcome after a couple of days of nil-by-mouth and a total clear-out.  Then Pat drove me home.   I was warned not to drive, drink or do anything important for two days, including not signing legal documents.

Nothing was said about Blog postings though.




Wednesday 26 October 2016

Need Train Info - Try Arriva Trains Wales


Settle Town Council produces a leaflet, perhaps delivered to every household in Settle, entitled Information for Residents and Visitors.   It tells you what Settle Town Council is responsible for and what is down to Craven District Council and North Yorkshire County Council.

Its back page is devoted to useful Contacts and numbers - including Train Service Info.   The thought is there but the info may be a bit misleading so far as Train Services are concerned - see second picture.   It recommends that you try Arriva Trains Wales * for Settle train information.

(all credit to Pat R& whose radiography skills enable her to spot the abnormal at fifty paces)

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* For Blog followers in Russia, the Ukraine and China who may not appreciate the joke, please be aware that Wales is another country.   It is far far away from Yorkshire.   Which is where Settle is.

Here are the major differences between Wales and Yorkshire:

                                 WALES                                                  YORKSHIRE

Language                  Welsh                                                      English, of sorts

Flower                       Daffodil                                                   White Rose

Food                          Leeks                                                        Pudding

Traditional enemy     The English                                              Lancashire

Iconic headgear         Pointy hats (F)                                          Flat caps (M)

Patron Saint               St David                                          Sir Geoffrey Boycott

Famous Mountain     Snowdon                                                    Pen-y-Ghent
                                                                                           (getting confused yet?)

Farm animals             Sheep                                                         Sheep

Ground made of         Coal                                                           Coal

(hang on, this comparison is going off the rails)

Most famous son        Neil Kinnock                                              God

Now you've got it OK?