Boards of Canada and Memories

June 20, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

I became aware of the band Boards of Canada about 30 years ago. I suspect, but don’t remember, that hearing them for the first time was one of many gifts of listening to the radio DJ John Peel late at night. Boards of Canada quickly became one of my favourite bands and maybe my all-time favourite.

They are an electronic duo – brothers – who were born in Scotland. They spent some of their childhood in central Canada. It seems to have been there that they picked up some of their earliest influences including nature and cultural history as depicted in numerous documentaries by the National Film Board of Canada. Their music keys into nostalgia and childhood with themes including the environment, psychedelia and spirituality.

They have only produced five albums (plus a few early EPs). The fourth album was long awaited after a gap of seven years and we have had to wait another 13 years for their latest album: ‘Inferno’.

Fortunately, in my view, and in the view of most reviewers, it has been worth the long wait. It feels like the most structured and complete of their albums. The cut-up vocals have a sense of greater purpose than on earlier albums and the focus on religion, alien life signals and spirits is slightly unnerving but interesting. I love it!

I have played it through a few times. On my way back from the Food Bank where I volunteer once a week (a two-hour walk mainly along tree lined footpaths), I looked up some of the song titles on the Internet. With help from Google, I was able to get some inklings into what many of the tracks on the album are about and their underlying themes. I learnt about Nostradamus (‘Age of Capricorn’), Hindi Hell (‘Naraka’), the significance of 1420MHz, which is apparently is the radio frequency of hydrogen and a critical band for radio astronomy and the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (‘Prophecy at 1420MHz’), and much more.

Along My Walk To The Food Bank - Wild Garlic Earlier This Year — *_{^{Along My Walk To The Food Bank – Wild Garlic Earlier This Year}}*

I was particularly taken by the references on the internet relating to the track title ‘Memory Death’. This may well relate to the period occurs between clinical death (when breathing and circulation stop) and biological death (irreversible cessation of all cellular function) during which the brain may be active. Some have postulated that this period can last several minutes and that, during this time, the brain replays memories; some conjecture that it replays the best memories.

I was strangely moved by this concept. It got me thinking about what my best memories, to be replayed during my memory death, might be. To my shame I struggled to think of them. Admittedly I was walking and so not fully concentrating on the task of remembering, but I was shocked to find that, at first, all I could think of were relatively ‘bad’ memories.

For example, my earliest memory is of being alone at night in hospital having my tonsils removed. I was awake and kept flicking, no doubt noisily and irritatingly, a bit of loose Formica on a bedside table. I recall the nurse coming over and telling me off. I was four years old.

I remembered illnesses (measles, an infected leg, pneumonia), crashing a car in Kuwait before I had my driving license, funerals and one occasion of being reprimanded at work. I struggled in the moment to remember the good stuff. (My wife tells me that I shouldn’t have been so surprised at that since I’ve always been a bit of a half empty person).

Gradually I forced out some positive memories but I have resolved to find some time to think harder about those ‘good’ memories and perhaps write the best ones down. Goodness knows, there have been so many good experiences in recent years especially family holidays, the arrival of grandchildren and just in the everyday of retirement. But I wonder if I have become too reliant on recaps with the myriad of photos on my phone and have failed to sear memories and images onto my brain.

The Boards Of Canada Albums — *^{The Five Boards Of Canada Albums So Far}*

I’m going to think about this more and try documenting memories to help me remember how fruitful my experience of life has been. Meanwhile, I’m going to continue to listen to Boards of Canada and to hope there will be another album, even if we have to wait another 13 years for it.

A Tough Month For Alcohol Targets

June 4, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

In 2005, when I was working hard, doing a lot of work-related socialising and then coming home at weekends to unwind, I started to plot the number of alcoholic drink-free days I was having. I’d read that one’s body (the liver especially) needed rests from alcohol to recover. I realised that I wasn’t managing those rests well and so started monitoring alcohol free days.

By 2017, when I retired, I had progressed from about a quarter of days being alcohol free to about a third. However, what I noticed after retirement was that, on the alcohol days, I was drinking more than I probably should. Guidelines had been issued by health bodies saying that 14 alcohol units per week was the approximate safe level of drinking. I felt that achieving that would be too ambitious but I started pairing the tracking of alcohol-free days with counting of alcohol units I drank each day.

By 2018 my target was to drink alcohol on no more than 50% of days each month and to restrict myself to 100 units of alcohol per month. That was much more than the guidelines but still challenging for me. My monitoring was helped by the MyDrinkaware App which helps calculate the units for each drink I consume. The advent of half-decent no-alcohol beers has also helped!

I have achieved both self-imposed targets since January 2021 and I’m pretty proud of that. However, even though my progress has plateaued, I am not inclined to push myself further.

It’s harder to achieve the targets in some months than in others. Months with 31 days mean I have to be alcohol free on 16 of those to achieve my target. Also, some months have more weekends than others and, despite retirement, the weekend is still when I tend to reach for wine and beer most frequently. Some months have Bank Holidays too. Plus, some months contain big celebrations or holidays. The May that has just passed was one such tough month.

May this year not only had its usual 31 days but there were two Bank Holidays, five weekends, my birthday and a brief holiday in Pembrokeshire to celebrate it, plus a ‘Hogfest’ beer festival at The Hog, Horsley, our village pub. I managed to achieve my targets but doing so was quite constraining in the last week of May and it got me thinking about whether I need to be so diligent.

The trouble is that the longer the period over which I have achieved the targets – over 5 years now – the more it seems a shame not to continue to meet them. As with all things, there is a balance to be struck. My physical health is almost all-important and all the evidence suggests that alcohol is bad for it; I’m lucky to have lived this long but I want to live healthily for longer. On the other hand, holidaying, socialising and relaxing with a glass of wine or chatting with mates in the local pub over a few beers is restful and, I think, healthy for the mind.

June, July and August are always challenging for me in terms of meeting my alcohol targets because it is often tempting to capitalise on the relatively sunny weather with a glass of wine in hand in the garden. But September is going to be the next really tough month for me. Then, we are off on a holiday in Europe where eating and drinking in cafes and restaurants will be a constant temptation – indeed, a requirement.

I’m determined that I will remember that the alcohol targets are self-imposed and are not incontrovertible. Maybe I’ll continue to meet them, but maybe short-term aims for a happy social life will get in the way.

Big Birthday Week

May 18, 2026 / fgrtommo / 3 Comments

I hit a birthday milestone a weeks or so ago; one of those relatively big ones with a 0 on the end. Birthdays seem less and less significant as one gets older but Jane, my wife, ensured that this one was celebrated with a lot of fun, enjoyment and very good memories.

My birthday week started, as it almost always does, with a Bank Holiday weekend. We didn’t exert ourselves much but I did make it over to a neighbouring village of Amberley where I have a small allotment. I picked some rhubarb and did some cursory weeding to show I’m still occupying the rather abandoned-looking vegetable patch.

My timing was perfect in that, while in the village, I could see the preparations for the Amberley Cow Hunt without having to press through any of the crowds that would be gathering later in the day. The Amberley Cow Hunt route is populated by a series of decorated pictures of cows, each illustrating a pun or other play on words. Each year, the cows on show seem increasingly sponsored by local business and ever more impressive.

Much of that weekend was taken up with gardening at our own home and visiting the HogFest, a beer, food and music festival at our local pub, The Hog at Horsley. As usual, the beer and entertainment there was various and good. A highlight was watching a singer in one of the several bands put her entire body, from head to foot, through a stringless tennis racket; impressive slimness and flexibility!

'Crazy Pony' Finishing Her Tennis Racket Stunt — *^{‘Crazy Pony’ Finishing Her Tennis Racket Stunt At HogFest}*

My birthday itself was marked by an excellent dinner with, to my surprise, a few local friends. I had vaguely been wondering why Jane had bought so much food given my expectation of a quiet dinner with just her. Then the table decorations started to look a little over the top for just that and, as she started cooking, she admitted that she was cooking for eight not two. We had a great evening.

Next day, birthday celebrations continued in Pembrokeshire. Jane had booked a room at Grove, a very luxurious hotel. She had also booked a ‘fine dining’ experience in their renowned restaurant. We wandered around the very well-tended hotel gardens which supply many of the vegetables and flowers they use in the hotel. Then we settled into the bar and restaurant.

The Grove Hotel From Its Gardens — Grove Hotel From Its Gardens

Our Evening View From Grove Hotel — Grove Hotel From Its Gardens

Fine dining it was! There were multiple courses from three appetisers through to three petit fours at the end. The small plates of food in between were little marvels. They introduced by the waiter/waitress who explained the incredible number of ingredients in each dish. The flavours were amazing and over the couple of hours it took to savour them all, we became too full to eat the petit fours which we therefore saved in a little box until the next evening.

Next morning we went into nearby Narberth to plot more modest eating and drinking arrangements for the evening. Narberth proved to be very pleasant. We had breakfast at Fforc where I indulged a little in a hearty Welsh fry up. We then wandered a little and particularly enjoyed The Malthouse which had a huge selection of antiques (almost all a step up from bric-a-brac) including antique maps, which I have always liked, and garden equipment.

Narberth (Ex-) Town Hall — *^{Narberth (Ex-)Town Hall}*

We came away with a large pot, an old dustbin for one of Jane’s roses, and a vintage watering can. This will replace the couple of old metal watering cans which both have holes that pour little streams of water on my legs as I carry them. The items we bought were all about a third the price of similar items in our Gloucestershire shops so we felt rather smug.

Since the weather was sunny and bright, we drove south to spend much of the rest of the day on the coast. First, we visited the extensive Stackpole Estate owned by the National Trust.

This was an excellent mix of cliff tops carpeted by wildflowers, precipitous views down to the sea, dunes, ancient woodlands and calm lakes and lily ponds. To take all this in involved a lengthy but relaxed walk. While I was enjoying all the sights enormously, I was also conscious of my fortune at being able to walk so much given the issues I had with my ankle and knee last year (and, now, my milestone breaking age!)

In The Woods And By The Lakes Of The Stackpole Estate

We had time to travel a little along the coast to St Non’s where, legend would have it, St David was born to St Non in stormy and unassisted conditions. The original chapel for St Non is now a ruin near the well where St David was apparently born, but there is a newer Chapel of Our Lady and St Non which was very sweet. Both chapels have great coastal views and are underpinned by a great story.

St Non's Chapels And Well — *^{St Non’s Chapels And Well}*

Before heading back towards Narberth, we popped into Stackpole Walled Gardens. These are run as an outlet for local people with learning disabilities but visitors are also allowed to walk around. The grounds, now being redeveloped, were clearly once a very grand series of walled gardens and greenhouses heated not only by the sun, but also by underground boilers. Our time there was an unplanned pleasure.

Also a little ad hoc, was our brief stopover in Tenby. This is a Victorian holiday resort that I recall from my last visit well over 50 years ago to be a busy tourist town full of amusement arcades and, for the 1960’s, fast food. Now it is a lot more sophisticated than my, probably faulty, memory. There are pretty terraces of Victorian houses, beautiful beaches, old and less old castles, and broad coastal views. We also found the lively Harbwr Brewery with its multiple bars and roof terrace for a welcome beer and an element of our more routine days – the Guardian Quick Crossword.

*^{Views Of Tenby (The Old Lifeboat Station – Bottom Right – Is Now a Residential Property!)}*

To round off the day we went back to Narberth for a drink in Hwb, a craft beer bar with pop-up food outlets. The beer was very good and the burgers were serviceable – a step or two down from the seven or eight course meal of the night before but just right in the context of our splendid and very full day out.

Next day we headed out fairly early to St David’s. The city – a city because it has a cathedral – is tiny; the smallest in Britain. Most of the mostly very pretty houses seemed to be holiday lets and there were many fewer shops than I expected. However, we managed to find a very good café called Minnow and we had healthy, tasty breakfast and very good coffee there.

We walked around the city for a bit hoping to find a newsagent that took my Guardian newspaper vouchers but failed. We ended up simply gravitating to the city centrepiece: St Davids Cathedral and the adjoining ruins of the Bishop’s Palace.

Ruins of the Bishops Palace, St Davids — St Davids Cathedral

The cathedral is in a beautiful setting and is very well preserved inside and out. The nave is unusual – if not unique. It slopes upwards by about four metres from one end to the other so that columns supporting the roof become progressively shorter towards the altar. Also, all the columns in the nave tilt outwards. This is apparently due to weak foundations and gentle earthquakes over the centuries. The cathedral is fascinating, beautiful and, when we visited, very peaceful.

*^{The River Alun Between St Davids Cathedral And The Bishops Palace}*

We passed on the opportunity to visit the adjacent Bishops Palace and instead decided to head towards home with a quick stopover in Solva. While Jane went off to find a wool mill and shop, I strolled up and along one of the headlands protecting Solva Harbour. It was a lovely walk past ancient lime kilns and along paths with wildflowers, big views and few people. It was a good way to end our stay in Pembrokeshire.

*^{Overlooking Solva: Pretty Paths, Lime Kilns and Headlands}*

I’m not going to celebrate being 70 again but we will hopefully revisit Pembrokeshire soon.

Talk Club When I’m OK

April 23, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

Talk Club is a national mental health charity for men over 18 years of age. It was set up a few years ago by someone with a friend who had taken his own life, in part because he felt he had too few people to talk to about the things causing him anxiety. We live in a world where men tend not to spend a lot of time talking about their feelings. The aim of Talk Club is to help men improve their mental fitness by providing talking and listening groups that actively help men understand how they feel.

I am lucky that our little village of Horsley has a pub landlord who has cottoned on to this charity. He has taken the initiative to set up a weekly Talk Club in his pub along with a few of his chums who share the role of ‘captain’ for the meetings. I was lucky too that, about four years ago, a good friend in the village who was already familiar with this sort of group, persuaded me to attend this village’s instance of the nationwide network of meetings. I’ve been attending on a semi-regular basis ever since.

The group sessions follow a pattern which I outlined in a blog post shortly after I started attending. Each attendee is asked four questions in turn. The first and last question each attendee is asked is how are you feeling out of 10. Invariably scores tend to rise during the meeting for almost all participants – the process works in allowing us all to get things off our chests, feel listened to and feel a bit better.

Recently my scores have been particularly high and I have started to wonder why I continue to attend the Talk Club meetings. My knees and ankles have been less troublesome recently and, touch wood, my health generally has been in line with my increasing age but not a cause of anxiety. The onset of Spring has boosted my score (and that of other attendees) too.

Local Bluebells - Spring Unleashed — *^{Local Bluebells – Spring Unleashed}*

I’m also aware that I’m about double the age of most other attendees and my concerns – mortality, aches and pains and whether I’m going to manage to get my potatoes into the ground in good time – are very different from those of most others in the group who tend to worry about work, relationship breakdowns and looking after small children.

More Spring - A Crab Apple Tree In Our Garden At Peak Blossom — *^{More Spring – A Crab Apple Tree In Our Garden At Peak Blossom}*

Also, Easter at home with all our close family was a triumph for my well-being. It was just so lovely to have our sons, their partners and the grandchildren with us for quite a few days, the weather was good, the Easter Egg Hunt I had devised went well, and we all had lots of fun. Even amid the anticlimax of everyone leaving after Easter, the memories, helped by a plethora of video and photographs, are keeping me ebullient.

*^{Easter Egg Hunt With Maps This Year}*

Easter Fun

So, given my Talk Club meeting scores are so high, why attend? There are a few reasons.

Numbers attending each meeting vary from about eight down to three (or even on a couple of occasions, two). There is a need for attendance because otherwise there is an insufficient listening element. Participants need to disclose their feelings to others and so me just being there is valued. And I have seen how that listening helps; it has been exciting to see how some new joiners to our sessions have felt better progressively through their attendance.
One of the rounds of questions asks what we are grateful for. Historically, I, for one, haven’t spent enough time thinking about this. The Talk Club process forces that thinking and as the meeting progresses and others in the group talk about what they are grateful for, I am often prompted into thinking of additional reasons to feel grateful myself.
Another of the question rounds asks what we are going to do to improve our well-being in the next week. My answer usually fixes on a list of tasks rather than issues of diet, sleep and exercise which drive most other participants’ answers. But just sounding out the key actions to the group makes them more likely to get done.
My scores have been high recently but that hasn’t always been the case. I may be ‘ok’ now but when I’m not, at some point in the future, I will need the support of the Talk Club to help me. In that sense, attendance now feels like a bit of insurance for the future.
We have a laugh. Of course, not everyone feels good when they attend the meetings but usually someone will have an amusing story to lighten the mood. The meetings are confidential so these stories and other tales are not generally repeatable, but, in the moment, they are welcome.

I couldn’t attend Talk Club this week because my football team, Forest Green Rovers had a County Cup Final game and home football games take priority for me (and we won!). But I plan to be there the following week as usual. I’ll keep attending Talk Club while we continue to live in the village and the other members of the group also continue to see it as worthwhile.

I recommend Talk Club and other men’s groups like it to anyone over 18 especially if you are feeling down. I’d say that it is a valuable support in life whether you are feeling happy and relaxed or not.

Getting Back Into The Groove

April 1, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

We spent the majority of February in Edinburgh and most of March relaxing back into our routine back at home. That home-based groove is pretty nice though. The weather has been mixed – warm and cold, sunny and wet by turns. But we live in a lovely and relatively quiet part of the Cotswolds. When the weather has been good, we have enjoyed rural walks, local pubs and the start of Spring with all the bird song and new growth that brings.

*^{View Across Our Local Town: Nailsworth}*

We have also, courtesy of Jane’s Christmas present to me, renewed our membership of The Newt Gardens in Somerset. We paid our first visit of the year there a couple of weeks ago. We haven’t been for about four years and there have been some notable extensions to the structure of the huge garden space. The weather wasn’t great so we restricted our explorations to the areas already familiar to us and the new ‘Four Seasons Garden’; we saved the ‘Roman Villa Experience’ for another day.

*^{The New ‘Four Seasons Garden’; The Newt, Somerset}*

The garden is very impressive. The centrepiece remains the ‘Parabola’ the top half of which is home to over 300 apple tree varieties. The trees are trained onto trellises or architectural shapes. The attention to detail here, and elsewhere in the garden, is incredible.

*^{Upper Part Of ‘The Parabola’: The Newt}*

We stayed for lunch in the main restaurant and that too was, as on previous visits, very good. We had a great table with a view over the ‘Parabola’. Beyond that we could see the vegetable and fruit garden, the topiary towards the hotel and then, even further on, the orchards on the slopes to the south west. Next time, we will come when more of the planting is in flower and the weather is more conducive to a longer excursion around the property, but we enjoyed the first of our membership visits very much.

Back home, I have slotted back into the normal mix of walking, daily shopping, volunteering at the Food Bank and local school, and watching my football team, Forest Green Rovers, struggle to regain their early season form. On the cultural side, I have increased the pace of my reading of novels (slightly). I have enjoyed that even if it has been at the cost of catching up on the backlog of The Economist magazines that built up while we were in Edinburgh.

^{My First Attendance At A Forest Green Rovers Womens Team Game}

Also, I caught up with an old acquaintance from when he was involved in the local Climate Action Network who had, bravely and impressively, organized an exhibition of portraits of progressives and activists he had painted. Whilst I didn’t like many of them much, they were good likenesses and the reasons for choosing to paint them were explained well.

Jane and I also saw Salt House, a threesome folk band from Scotland and the North of England, at our local Ruskin Mill. We had heard a lot of their music in advance on Spotify and loved it. We often caught each other, before and after the gig, humming the melodies. The gig itself was lovely, intimate and beautifully done. I will renew my attention to the list of future performances at Ruskin Mill since the quality is almost always exceptional.

Other highlights have been involvement in celebrating Second Grandchild’s second birthday in Bristol. Given my love of football, I was encouraged to see that his presents included a small football goal and a child size football. (The football was branded Arsenal to reflect his father’s preference but Forest Green Rovers have merchandise too so watch out……). Plus, last weekend, we hosted a couple from London who have been close friends for decades; it was great to catch up, chat and to eat well at home, at The Crown in Minchinhampton and, especially, Juliet in Stroud.

*^{Local, Village View In Glorious Spring Sunshine}*

Now we are planning a big family Easter get together. Fortuitously, life – whether in Edinburgh or back home – is good.

Edinburgh Highlights: Eating, Drinking

March 3, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

Continuing the highlights of our month long stay in Edinburgh…… here the best of ways we found to sustain ourselves between our sightseeing.

Dinners

Restaurants in Edinburgh are worthy of a capital city; there is both high quality and diversity. The best are also very popular and we couldn’t get a suitable booking at a couple of the restaurants on our wish list. It seems from the evening restaurant experiences we did manage (in between more basic meals back at our rented accommodation) that the clientele is dominated by young professionals. It seems that either the cost-of-living crisis is a fiction for this group. Or perhaps they are spending their discretionary funds on the short-term pleasures of dining out rather than accumulating savings in the face of whatever jobs crisis Artificial Intelligence is promising to create for them.

Little Capo was my favourite evening dining experience. The food, especially the burrata, was excellent and our seating at the bar put us in the centre of a buzzing atmosphere. The service was excellent – friendly, attentive but not too quick.

A close second was a meal at Vinette. A tiny entrance led to a rather labyrinthine space where, again, the service was very good and at a very comfortable pace. Our table was somewhere between a corridor and a room and Jane had to spend the evening looking at a fridge of hanging beef which wasn’t ideal. However, the food was unusual (we didn’t choose the steaks) and very tasty.

Lunches

As we had when we visited Edinburgh for a month last year, we had lunch at The Port Of Leith Distillery. This held some nostalgia for us since, last year, coming to the bar in the distillery had been our first real outing together after Jane had broken her shoulder. It was interesting too to see the result of the demolition work we had a ring-side seat for last year. My lunch was excellent but Jane said hers was too tepid to be really enjoyable.

*^{View From Port of Leith Distillery: Last Year (Top) Versus This Year. Royal Yacht Britannia To The Right}*

Better for lunch and with an equally good view was Cafe Calton. This is on Calton Hill and is very popular with residents and tourists alike. We started with a shared, very tasty Scottish Rarebit and my chicken burger was very good with enough unusual touches to raise it above the ordinary. The efficient, smiling staff seemed to be having a good time and so did we.

I know I wanted to avoid a list but I have to mention Sunday lunches at Brown’s of Leith. This has only been open for a few months but it is already hugely popular. It was perfect for informal lunch with a large canteen style dining area with three or four pop-up type food and drink providers around the edge including seafood and pizza. We went twice and I will go again next time we are up.

Coffee and Wine

In my mind, Smith & Gertrude just trumped our old favourites from previous Edinburgh visits: Cairngorm, Toast and Spry Wine Bar and Ante Coffee. I thought that Ante had the best coffee but they gave it to me in a cup with no handle so I couldn’t drink it easily while it was as hot as I like without burning my fingers; style over function in my view.

Smith and Gertrude with its turntable playing classic vinyl, lovely cheese and wine selection. On one day, we dived in there as it opened at 4pm to have a swift glass of wine before picking up FG from nursery. The frisson of mischievousness on our part from being 10 minutes later than usual in picking him up was memorable.

Pubs

One of our longer walks took us through the residential area of Trinity which is full of 18^th and 19^th century villas and solidly built terraced houses. Just beyond, was the Firth of Forth and The Starbank Inn which provided a view of the sea and good food and beer.

The Firth of Forth Outside The Starbank Inn. Gloomy Day But Nice To See The Sea! — *^{The Firth of Forth Outside The Starbank Inn. Rather A Gloomy Day But Nice To See The Sea!}*

Although it was just over the road from where we were staying, we only managed to get into Teuchters Bar & Bunker, the scene of my rather unfortunate seating failure during last year’s visit, once.

Because Teuchters majors on the rugby I called upon the outstanding knowledge of Eldest Son’s parents-in-law for suggestions for a venue to watch an Arsenal football game with Youngest Son (he’s a big Arsenal fan) on a rainy Sunday night. They came up with Platform 5 which turned out to be perfect; a sports bar with a telly showing the Arsenal game in a sea of screens showing the (Glasgow) Rangers versus (Edinburgh) Hearts game in front of dozens of energised Scottish football fans. The atmosphere was great, the cheering was raucous, broken glass was on the floor, the bar staff were working flat out and Arsenal won (but Hearts lost); great evening!

As usual, Edinburgh had much to offer. There is still a lot that we have left to do there – I’ve still not been to a music concert there for example. We love it.

*^{Sunset Over Edinburgh And The End Of Our Stay}*

Edinburgh Highlights: Viewing

March 1, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

We achieved so much in our month in Edinburgh and there seemed to be something memorable every day. The weather was grey and drizzly for most of the first three weeks, we both caught colds (the only apparent downside of visiting grandchildren) and I had a nasty recurrence of tinnitus for a few days. But my joints behaved, we had a nice place to stay and had a great time.

Listing all that we did will turn into a long list so, below, I’ll focus on the best and most pleasurable….. Sights seen first and then eating and drinking….

Art Galleries

As usual, we visited several private and public art galleries. Best for me were the several different exhibitions that came and went while during our month-long stay at the Scottish National Gallery. As last year, perhaps the best of these were the two substantial exhibitions of the best works by members of the Royal Scottish Academy. The first was for work of all types and the second focused on watercolours.

Various Works At The Royal Academy Show, Scottish National Gallery — *^{Various Works At The Royal Academy Show, Scottish National}*

*^{Huge Variety Of Watercolours from Royal Academicians At The Scottish National Galley Show}*

Alongside these there were two other exhibitions in the National Gallery. One celebrated the 200^th year of the Academy and was called Origin Stories. It showed works throughout the last two centuries and illustrated how members of the Academy (‘academicians’) supported, taught, mentored and inspired each other through a network of artistic relationships. The second was a small exhibition of Modern Miniatures – both small sculptures and paintings. All of this was very good to see.

'Modern Miniatures' At The Scottish National Gallery — *^{‘Modern Miniatures’ At The Scottish National Gallery}*

Elsewhere the Modern One was showing its rehanging of its permanent collection. Also, the City Art Centre was as excellent as usual with an exhibition of Scottish Portraiture alongside its permanent collection.

Works Qt Modern One Including One From A New Peter Doig Exhibition (Top Left) — *^{Recently Re-hung Works At Modern One And One From A New Peter Doig Exhibition (Top Left)}*

*^{Pictures At The City Arts Gallery (Including By Joan Eardley and John Bellany)}*

……And I always love visiting the National Portrait Gallery where the great entrance hall is so impressive.

*^{Entrance Hall Of The Scottish National Portrait Gallery}*

Here, this visit, there was a fascinating exhibition of photographic art by Alfred Buckham (‘Daredevil Photographer’) who, in the first half of the 20^th century, created aerial pictures from three negatives – one of a plane, one (or sometimes more) of clouds and one of a city or landscape taken from his own plane. He travelled the world as a somewhat larger-than-life Englishman, clearly had a great sense of humour, and produced some remarkable images.

Edinburgh BY Alfred Buckham — *^{Edinburgh By Alfred Buckham}*

Other Exhibitions

Dovecot Studios was also well worth visiting as we usually do. First, we saw an exhibition along the viewing balcony of tapestries made at the studios. I thought some of these were very good to look at and almost all were impressive in some way.

*^{The Dovecot Studio And Some Of The Tapestries On The Balcony}*

Downstairs we saw a new exhibition: The Biba Story: 1964–1975. Biba fashion rather passed me by at the time. Regardless, the exhibition was well laid out and interesting.

*^{The Biba Exhibition At Dovecot Studios}*

The exhibits conveyed the distinctive Biba style, the development of the brand was fascinating, and the stores that sold the goods were clearly impressive. At the end, my questions about textile sourcing and what the accessories looked like were largely answered but I was left unclear about why the whole enterprise came to an abrupt end.

On a different scale, we saw a small exhibition of textiles and weaving by Lynda Graham at Mote102 Jane keeps an eye on this tiny gallery and we have visited before. It’s a intimate space with undecorated, rough walls that is perfect for the types of exhibitions Mote102 present. Indeed, the walls are almost as interesting as the art.

Films

The Everyman Cinema is a luxury with big sofas and the option to buy drinks and food from them. We saw and, overall, enjoyed Marty Supreme. Timothy Chalamet was very good but, as Jane said afterwards, the film has so much action that it felt like being hit around the head with a rolled-up newspaper for two and a half hours.

We also saw and enjoyed Hamnet. I especially enjoyed the last 20 minutes of Hamnet and can understand why Jessie Buckley has won so many awards for her performance.

I also went with Eldest Son to see the very different 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple at the Everyman Cinema. It was impressive throughout; the music and acting are top notch (especially Ralph Fiennes). This was my best cinematic experience overall while in Edinburgh; especially so since Eldest Son, who is a huge fan of the whole 28 series, had kindly shown me the prequel on his laptop/telly the previous day so that I was up to date.

Day Trips

We only left Edinburgh/Leith twice once to visit Stirling and the other time to visit Rosslyn Chapel.

There was a limited amount to see in Stirling but the train ride there was smooth and Stirling Castle is very impressively located, presented and preserved. It was made ornate and grand by James V as a way of underlining his status (some might say narcissism). The statues and rooms remain majestic.

*^{Inner Royal Chambers And The Chapel (Bottom Right), Stirling Castle}*

Our visit benefitted from gorgeous sunny weather and the views from the hill top on which it was built were of snowy mountains and wide river valleys. The history of the castle, its architecture and rooms were all well explained and maybe we will revisit it one day with a grandchild or two in tow since the presentations were very child-friendly. My lasting memories though, will be of the 360-degree panoramas available from the castle site and the neighbouring cemetery.

Our visit to Rosslyn Chapel did not benefit from sunny weather but it was an unexpectedly impressive building and, again, its history, architecture and specific features were well explained.

It seems that Victorian renovation efforts, following a long period of disrepair after the Reformation and attacks by Thomas Cromwell in 1650, were rather ill conceived. Severe problems with damp remain. However, and despite the building only being about half of what was originally intended by the owning St Clair family, it is a gothic marvel. The carving throughout the chapel is remarkable and the stories surrounding it – including those amplified by Dan Brown in his famous book ‘The Da Vinci Code’ – are absorbing.

Again, I can imagine revisiting the Chapel in the future with grandchildren but on a drier, sunnier day so that we can appreciate the views and walk through the adjoining woodland rather more.

Best Walk

The best walks were with First Grandchild (FG) between our rented mews house or FG’s nursery and his home. Sometimes he sang, sometimes he ran or skipped, and sometimes he showed us the sights of Edinburgh from his perspective. We particularly enjoyed him pointing out the absent parts of clothes dummies in the windows of fashion shops – some didn’t have feet, some lacked arms and all were missing their faces. FG is almost constantly amusing as he burns off energy and reveals his vivid imagination.

I walked along the Water of Leith and through the Royal Botanic Gardens many times and walking around of the Georgian architecture West End and New Town is endlessly satisfying.

*^{Barely Spring Views In The Royal Botanic Gardens, Edinburgh}*

However, my favourite walk without FG during our month in Edinburgh was along the Union Canal. This showed me once industrial parts of Edinburgh I’d not seen before and the Slateford Aqueduct over the Water of Leith was an unexpected and impressive sight. The Water of Leith Visitor Centre nearby wasn’t open but I’ll be back.

Indeed, I am already looking forward to our next visit to the sights of Edinburgh.

Edinburgh Family Plus

February 26, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

We both understand how lucky we are to see our sons grow up and become fathers, and even luckier to have good relationships with them and their partners so we can see grandchildren. Jane’s father didn’t live quite long enough to meet me, let alone see all that has followed.

As last year, we spent a month in Edinburgh to spend time in a city we love and to see our growing family there. Coincidentally (since we had made the rental booking well over 9 months before), our visit started a day after the birth of a Third Grandchild (TG) in Edinburgh. Like last year, our Bristol family were able to join us for one of the weekends. Plus, this year, our Youngest Son (YS) and his wife were also able to visit for a weekend; last year a storm grounded them in Belfast.

*^{Dean Village, Edinburgh From Dean Bridge}*

It was marvellous to have all our immediate descendant family in Edinburgh over the period of a month to welcome TG into the world. Her parents seem to be coping with the new arrival very well and TG is a gorgeous little granddaughter.

First Grandchild (FG) loves his new sister. We picked FG up from pre-school a few times. It was lovely to hear him chat about his day on the way and then to see that his first act upon arriving home was to give his sister a big, loving hug and kiss. He seems so proud of her.

First Grandchild So Proud Of His New Sister — *^{First Grandchild, So Proud Of His New Sister}*

FG also loves Second Grandchild (SG) from Bristol. FG was generous to his cousin with his toys and the two of them played well together. SG was very excited by the whole experience of travelling to Edinburgh, staying with us and seeing his cousins. It all warmed our hearts.

That YS and his wife could make it over from Belfast for a couple of days was unexpected because their new business had only been launched a week before. Both have been heavily involved in securing grants, harassing slow, overstretched builders, chasing Council planning and building regulations officers, pressing the landlord for services, securing materials and preparing the media for the launch. Although they have been consistently positive, the last few months have undoubtably been stressful for them.

However, the launch of Nellie Studio, a very smart osteopathy and Pilates studio (take a look at the website!), has been a great success and they felt able to join us and admire TG. We have watched the hard work and determination needed to get the business established with a degree of anxiety and an inability to help much. However, the space they have constructed looks great, teachers and customers seem very happy, and we now expect to see the business grow amid a bit of fun. We certainly had fun with them in Edinburgh.

Youngest Son's Wife's New Osteopathy and Pilates Business — *^{Youngest Son’s Wife’s New Osteopathy and Pilates Business}*

As ever, we had a great time in Edinburgh and that time cemented in our minds how lucky we are to have lived long enough to meet the people our sons live their lives with, and the lovely children they have produced with them.

Museums: Cheltenham and Bristol

February 2, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

We are currently in Edinburgh for the second of our annual, month-long, winter stays to continue to build our affinity with the city and, this time, spend some time with a new addition to our Edinburgh family. In the days before we left for Edinburgh and all the excitement there, I visited two museums – in Cheltenham and in Bristol.

*^{Winter Near Our Home – But With Snowdrops Emerging}*

I demonstrated a hint of senility recently as I bought the wrong trousers online. That error led me to a rare visit to Cheltenham via foot, bus and train. There, I could exchange the trousers face to face rather than go through another online and postal exchange which I would probably have messed up. Having completed the exchange, and given I was under no time pressure, I thought I would take a look at the The Wilson Museum which I only became aware of through a recent advert in our local culture listings.

The museum is in a smart modern building but was founded over 100 years ago around the collection of the Wilson Family including Antarctic explorer, Edward Wilson. The museum has undergone some recent restorations and re-organisations and has a pleasant café, educational play areas for children and a few good-sized rooms for permanent and temporary exhibitions of art and artifacts. Given how good and wholesome it was, I felt negligent in not having visited before.

The highlight was a room containing art and furniture from the Arts and Crafts movement. I’ve loved seeing exhibitions of work of this type in the past in London (and especially the William Morris Museum and Thomas Carlyle’s House which I had visited in August and September 2019). What I hadn’t fully appreciated until now was how important the Cotswolds were as a locus of the energy and talent that drove the movement. Many of the main protagonists such as Ernest Gimson, the Barnsley brothers and William and Eve Simmonds, lived in villages and homes we have walked though or past many times in recent years.

*^{Arts And Crafts At The Wilson Museum, Cheltenham}*

The exhibition was well laid out and had a good combination of very high-quality luxury pieces and very plain but beautifully designed furniture that still bore the hall marks of the movement but was for families with limited means. The latter showed how the movement aimed to bring great design and well-made things to the working population in the face of increasing industrialization and mass production.

Then, on the day before our trip to Edinburgh, Jane and I stepped up to manage Second Grandchild’s (SG’s) trip in and out of his nursery while his parents attended a funeral and worked in London. Seeing SG is always fun and it was interesting visiting his nursery for drop off and pick up and lovely to see him waving us off so happily.

In between, I walked into the centre of Bristol while Jane returned home to get a haircut. My primary aim was the 2026 iteration of the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition which was on tour from its home in the Natural History Museum in London and on show at Bristol Museum & Art Gallery.

I love this competition and exhibition and have seen it many times in London. It was a treat to be able to weave this year’s viewing seamlessly into my local schedule of retired life while helping Second Son and his partner. Plus, there was the bonus of visiting another relatively local museum for the first time.

The Photographer of the Year exhibition didn’t disappoint. Unfortunately perhaps, my favourite photos were the very first I saw. These were aerial drone shots of the tundra by Alexey Kharitanov that contained incredible colour. The remainder of my wander around the exhibition was not exactly anticlimactic but many of the animal shots were, maybe inevitably, rather similar in style to those from previous years and, so, less memorable. One excellent thing though is that all the exhibition is available online and so there was no need to fiddle around with picture taking of the best.

'Taiga Tapestry' By Alexey Kharatanov — *^{‘Taiga Tapestry’ By Alexey Kharitanov}*

The rest of the museum had interesting rooms, exhibiting a wide range of art since Medieval times, a large natural history collection, and an exhibition demonstrating the long history of ceramic production in Bristol before it was overtaken by The Potteries in Staffordshire. I saved some areas for another time and look forward to an opportunity to show SG the excellent collection of stuffed native birds and animals.

Bristol Ceramics — *^{Bristol-Made Ceramics, Bristol Museum}*

From the museum I wandered towards the city centre and had a ‘smashed’ burger from a street food vendor (Boigers) who do occasional pop-ups at our local village pub. It was another first for me and the burger was pretty tasty though, I suspect, nutrition-light.

My final trip element before heading back to pick up SG, was a brief visit to Bristol Cathedral. This wasn’t a first time visit but it has been over a decade since my last one which I snuck in while working briefly in Bristol.

*^{Bristol Cathedral From The Old Monastery Garden}*

It is, of course an impressive building. A helpful and patient gentleman gave me a summary of the history. He outlined how the building has almost continuously evolved over the last 1,000 years and especially since it was taken apart by Henry VIII as he closed the Augustine Monastery that had been at the cathedral’s heart. I had a very pleasant wander around and was impressed with the way the light and airy nave had been extended so sympathetically in the late 19th century to echo the Medieval parts of the building.

Jane and I had a last lovely little dose of SG while starting to receive more photos of the arrival of Third Grandchild in Edinburgh. What a full and exciting day it had been. More excitement to follow!

*^{Early Glimpse Of The New Arrival in Edinburgh}*

Betwixtmas in Belfast

January 4, 2026 / fgrtommo / Leave a comment

The period between Christmas Day and New Years Eve appears to have a new name (new for me, anyway): Betwixtmas. These few days at the end of December can feel like a strange little lull. Christmas Day is such a climax of social interaction, celebration, eating and drinking. Then, although we no longer stay up to see the New Year in, the advent of a New Year is another cause for celebration and new hope. The days in between often feel calm but can also feel like filler.

Until quite late in my career, I usually drifted into work or ‘worked from home’ to get peripheral tasks done without using up precious holiday allowances. Because so many colleagues were out of the office for the holiday period, I could often get a surprising amount done. Later, I tended to take time off to chill out after Christmas away from London. Now I’m retired, there are even more options to relax into Betwixtmas.

This year we were lucky enough to be able to spend Betwixtmas in Belfast with Youngest Son (YS) and his wife. For us this year, Betwixtmas was busy and bright – certainly not ‘filler’. Our Belfast trip followed our first Boxing Day for nearly 40 years without any offspring. The uniqueness of that was tempered by a sunny walk, a very good lunch at a local and recently expanded pub (The Old Fleece), a brief visit to nearby friends and then an early night.

The weather in Belfast was very good for the time of year and the logistics of travel to get there worked. Once we were in Belfast, we had a really relaxed and great time.

^{Views From The Metropolitan Arts Centre, Belfast}

YS and his wife are a brilliant team. They are currently setting up a new osteopathy and Pilates business called Nellie Studio. This will be on a floor of a Victorian warehouse in East Belfast that they are renovating. They have grappled with the treacle of having to obtain planning permission and building regulations control for the listed building and are now pressing the letting agent and builders to get the space ready for income generating osteopathy treatments and Pilates workouts. Observing the way they are working together to achieve all of this was inspiring.

Billie Studio's Osteopathay Treatment Room Taking Shape — Screenshot

^{Billie Studio’s Osteopathy Treatment Room Taking Shape}

In between dashing across Belfast to source curtain poles and extra wood flooring, while we babysat their dog, YS and his wife entertained us with films and sport in their cosy lounge, trips to excellent restaurants and walks in surprisingly sunny weather. For me, the only blemish to Betwixtmas was that Forest Green Rovers (the football team I support rather too obsessively) failed to win either of the televised games in the period.

*^{Dog (Reggie) Sitting With A Very Relaxed Dog}*

Belfast is a significantly smaller city than Bristol or Edinburgh where our other sons live. However, it is developing quickly as the Northern Ireland Troubles gradually recede into history. Young entrepreneurs appear to be establishing new independent businesses and there is already a busy and excellent café, restaurant and bar scene. There are far fewer of these than in, say, Edinburgh; but how many does one need? Belfast has enough and is developing further between each of our visits.

Breakfasts are particularly well done. Cultura again stood out for me as the most outstanding breakfast but we also had a great brunch at DRIP and the best coffee was at Established which has long been one of our favourite breakfast haunts.

On an outing to the south of Belfast, we visited Fodder in the Woods for a burger lunch and then wandered around the associated gift and food shops and Finnebrogue Woods. It seems that, well beyond Belfast, young businesses are starting up everywhere.

*^{Fodder In The Woods And Finnebrogue Loch}*

We also had a treat of a dinner at the new Capparelli at the Mill restaurant that has been established by one of Yotam Ottolenghi’s ex-chefs. It is in a lovely building that has been expanded imaginatively and lovingly. The service and food were outstanding and I can’t wait to go again.

Capparelli Mill — *^{The Approach To Capparelli At The Mill}*

We ate very well throughout our stay. YS, his wife and her mother all produced great home cooking for us on successive evenings. We also visited a couple of pubs that we hadn’t been to before (The Jeggy Nettle, which had a lovely open fire, and Northern Lights, which had a range of twenty craft beers of the type I like). YS also gave us the first margaritas we could recall drinking – complete with salt around the top of the glass – all very innovative and special for us!

'Archer Fam' Chicken Pie By YS's Wife - Delicious! — *^{‘Archer Fam’ Chicken Pie By YS’s Wife – Delicious!}*

We squeezed some culture and some walks into the schedule. As on previous Belfast visits we strolled through the Botanic Gardens to the Ulster Museum.

Here, the exhibition on the origin and history of The Troubles is well put together and informative. We had seen this before but there is too much to absorb in any one visit and this time I focused on the videos spelling out origins of The Troubles. We have seen the excellent, recent TV series Say Nothing, Trespasses and (most of) Once Upon a Time in Northern Ireland and the Ulster Museum provided another dimension to our understanding of the issues and the way they have been, at least partially, resolved.

*_{Collection OF Ceramics By Local Artists At The Ulster Museum}*

On our last morning, we popped into the Metropolitan Arts Centre (MAC) where there were exhibitions by William McKeown, Niamh Seana Meehan, Marie Hanlon & Rhona Clarke. Each one was diverting in their diverse ways and the building itself is interesting. I’m sure we will visit the Ulster Museum and the MAC again during future Belfast trips.

*^{Sea Skin By Niamh Seana Meehan At MAC}*

So, Betwixtmas was very successful for us this year. It came following a wonderful Christmas Day with Second Grandchild (SG), Middle Son (MS), his fiancée and her mother in Bristol. MS treated us to not only brunch but then a very tasty Christmas dinner of chicken, ham, pigs in blankets, stuffing and about six vegetable side dishes – my plate near overfloweth!

MS Was So Impressively In Control OF Chrismas Lunch (Ably Supported BY His Sous Chefs) That He Was Able To Take Us For a Walk Through St Werburghs, A Very Bohemian Part Of Bristol — ^{MS Was So Impressively In Control Of Christmas Lunch (Ably Supported By His Sous Chefs) That He Was Able To Take Us For a Walk Through St Werburghs, A Very Bohemian Part Of Bristol With Gaudi-esque Buildings}

Betwixtmas ends with New Year’s Eve. As we move past New Years Day and into the early days of the new year, there is a chance to think about hopes and resolutions for 2026. Maybe I’ll write about those New Year Resolutions later this month if I can sustain actually doing them for that long. Meanwhile, Happy New Year to all!

Great As It Is To Travel Away From Home, It Is Always Good To Come Back - Ruskin Mill In Winter Sun — ^{Great As It Is To Travel Away From Home, It Is Always Good To Come Back – Ruskin Mill In Winter Sun}

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