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Saturday, 31 December 2022

2022: A year in numbers

Well, I beat last year in every area (though in eating fresh fruit and veg a tie with 2021). So - here we are, my ninth year in a row of measuring exercise output and food & drink intake. The table below is limited to seven years, so 2014 and 2015 aren't here, but for the record, I was knocking back 33.4 units of alcohol a week on average in 2014, cut back to 28.0 in 2015, so the sub-14 units a week across this year is a halving from seven years ago, and down to what the NHS considers 'safe drinking'.  

Walking is still below 2019's record, though a pair of Nordic walking poles (thanks Andrew N!) has ensured a greater number of moderate-to-high-intensity walking minutes per day than ever before. Will be difficult to beat in 2023!

Gold-coloured background in table - best ever result. Every row represents results averaged out per day across the entire year. Walking - I covered 3,400km/2,100 miles on foot this year. 

Measurable and manageable
2016 201720182019202020212022
Paces (daily
average)
10.6k11.0k11.4k12.0k11.1k11.2k11.6k
Moderate to high 
intensity (mins)
N/AN/AN/A24303544
Alcohol drunk
(units/week)
25.0
20.819.718.515.514.113.7
Dry days over
course of year
155186196198208231234
Days with zero
physical training
14883271711229
Press-ups/dayN/A256090832023
Pull-ups/dayN/A275111112
Sit-ups/day71N/AN/AN/A161925
Sets of weights
exercises/day
N/A2.12.22.32.41.11.6
Squats/dayN/AN/AN/AN/AN/A2840
Plank time (min:
sec/day average)
N/AN/AN/A3:404:114:214:58
Portions fresh
fruit & veg/day
5.05.25.35.46.16.46.4

Days without a minimum of three sets of exercise have fallen to a mere nine across the course of the year. 

Thanks to Dr A. for tweaking my squats - my arms now (attempt anyway!) to point vertically up towards the ceiling, rather than just swinging around, which makes balance harder and is good for stretching the back. Since beating last year's pull-ups record, I have taken to doing the more challenging ones (full pull-up rather than just from the position in which my arms parallel to floor, a half-pull-up). It will be very hard to beat 12 of these a day across 2023, given my current max on this form of exercise is five (I managed six just the once). 

Press-ups - continued focus on quality rather than quantity. Each one right to the floor, then up until arms lock, back straight. Plank - typically two lots of three minutes.

So - here I am, 65 years old, convinced that daily exercise routines are part of the key to longevity. Along with good genes and good luck - and a strongly positive mental attitude, driven by gratitude and never taking good health for granted. I hope I can keep this going! Another daily routine here is prayer while brushing my teeth - praying for the health of all those around me, and thankfulness for what I have.

All the very best to all my regular readers for 2023.

This time last year:
2021: A year in numbers

This time two years ago:

This time three years ago
2019 - a year in numbers

This time four years ago:
2018- a year in numbers

This time five years ago:
2017 - a year in numbers

This time six years ago:
2016 - a year in numbers

This time seven years ago:
2015 - a year in numbers

This time eight years ago:
Economic forecasts for 2014 - and 2015?

This time eight years ago:
Economic predictions for 2014

This time ten years ago:
Economic predictions for 2013

This time 11 years ago:
Economic predictions for 2012

This time 13 years ago:
Classic cars, West Ealing

This time 13 years ago:
Jeziorki 2009, another view

This time 14 years ago:
Jeziorki 2008, another view

This time 15 years ago:
Final thoughts for 2007

Thursday, 29 December 2022

The Long Review of 2022 (Pt. IV)

Having covered Europe, the UK and the world, now a look at my home turf - Jeziorki and Jakubowizna. Here's it's all about investment and progress.

Jeziorki first. The S7 extension (section A) opened from the end of the S79 down to Lesznowola in the summer. A mere six and half kilometres of it. Section B of the extension (Lesznowola - Tarczyn) is expected to open in 2023. It will mean that the S7 will stretch from Warsaw down towards Kraków as far as the border of Małopolska province

The S7 opening has had the entirely expected effect of dumping a mass of traffic down ulica Karczunkowska. Where once cars came in small strings of five or six, reflecting a traffic-light change on the junction with ul. Puławska, there are now endless torrents using this pavement-free road as a connection to Węzeł Zamienie. The new traffic volume means that using this road as a pedestrian when the adjoining fields are covered with snow or are muddy bogs has become almost impossible. We learnt the news this year that finally, a pavement for ul. Karczunkowska has been approved by the local authority. It will be ready in... 2026. 

One huge improvement is the opening (at last!) of bus lanes along ul. Puławska. It means that a bus ride from Metro Wilanowska to Kaczunkowska now takes 25 minutes at peak times, rather than the 40+ minutes it would have taken before. Added to this is my newly acquired Senior's Warsaw Card, a mere 50zł (£9.35) for the whole year, which gives me access to all buses, trams, Metro, Koleje Mazowieckie, SKM and WKD trains right out to the borders of Zone 2. Not only can I flop onto any bus anywhere, but I can get to Zalesie Górne on Koleje Mazowieckie trains for free, and pay the 5.72zł over-60s discount fare from Zalesie Górne to Chynów, cutting the price of a round trip into central Warsaw to a mere 11.44zł (£2.15). 

With all the new stations including Warka Miasto opened and all the existing stations modernised, the Warsaw-Radom railway line is almost up to speed - the final touch will be the GSM-R mobile communication system for trains; when that's operational, trains will be allowed to speed up to a maximum of 160km/h on the line (current maximum permissible velocity is 120km/h). This, however, is not expected until 2024. Still, things are moving faster - the quickest train between W-wa Jeziorki to Chynów now takes 24 minutes, an improvement over the 31 minutes pre-modernisation.

But things will get worse before they get better... the modernisation of the Warsaw transversal railway line is about to get under way; Warsaw West (W-wa Zachodnia) is still unfinished with much inconvenience to come. Below: Platforms 3 and 4 at Zachodnia are currently disappearing. Platforms 5, 6, 7 and 8 are almost ready. Platform 2 (to the left) working hard right now, serving all east- and westbound local trains.

I get the feeling after 25 years in Poland that the whole country is a continuous work in progress that will never reach closure; something or other always has to be undergoing a remont.

Back to the S7 extension. Stretch B, from Lesznowola to Tarczyn will be open sometime in the first half of 2023, finally connecting Warsaw to Radom and Kielce by expressway, which comes to an end at the border of Małopolska province. And all the way down to Kraków within a few more years.

On the local front, little change in Jakubowizna, other than the bottom end of my street (the bit that's in Chynów) being officially named ulica Owocowa (lit. 'fruity street'), a no-through road sign on the stump of road parallel to the railway line running up the hill, and another medium-tension electricity pylon replaced by a more modern one. A new house is being built on my street, a single-story dwelling. Work started in the summer. Ulica Torowa outside Chynów station now has proper drainage and a new (first) layer of asphalt meaning no more edge-to-edge puddles when it rains. Sadly, the J&B Snack Bar closed for business this summer - the best burgers in the poviat; a new supermarket (a Dino) has opened at the far end of Chynów. Disappointing choice, but cheaper than Top Market.

And more and more orchards being fitted with anti-hailstone netting - a reaction to the increased frequency of extreme-weather events brought about by climate change! Temperature forecast for New Year's Day is +14C.

This time last year:
S2 tunnel under Ursynów opens

This time two years ago:
The first year of Covid-19

This time three years ago:
Last night in Ealing, twenty-teens
[A strangely prophetic post, suitably dream-like in quality]

This time four years ago:
The Day the World Didn't End

This time seven years ago:
Hybrid driving - the verdict

This time nine years ago:
Pitshanger Lane in the sun

This time 13 years ago:
Miserable, grey, wet London

This time 14 years ago:
Parrots in Ealing

This time 15 years ago:
Heathrow to Okęcie

Wednesday, 28 December 2022

The Long Review of 2022 (Pt. III)

Climate change is creeping up on us, still far too many are in denial, far too many are who do accept the science are complacent. Yesterday, 27 December, Warsaw's daytime high temperature was 10C, on Sunday 1 January it is forecast to be 13C. The creaking frosts of yesteryear are but a memory

At least we had several days of deep snow - coupled with the rains that have washed it away, the water-table should rise and there won't be a repeat of this spring's mild drought, which affected early fruit crops like strawberries and cherries. And the warm weather means less need to heat our houses.

Russia's invasion of Ukraine has led to scores of millions of tonnes of extra carbon dioxide gas being emitted into our planet's atmosphere (by the autumn between 30 and 100 million tonnes according to various estimates). The year's UN climate-change summit, COP27, saw the establishment of a mechanism to pay for climate damage wreaked on poor countries by emissions caused by polluting countries - but there were no new targets set, no reckoning of emissions made over the past year. 

It's not getting better, it's getting worse. Extreme weather events will be getting more common. This year we saw Pakistan hit by major floods that had a third of the country under water, and right now, North America is being hammered by winter storms of exceptional ferocity. Floods, droughts (and with them forest fires) will plague the world, rich and poor, with increasing frequency. Poland is well located to avoid the worst heatwaves and flood events, which makes its people more complacent. Britain - frequently lashed by Atlantic gales - is readier to accept the new reality. 

But will people take action, or leave it to government and business to react?

Anyone doing one of those carbon-footprint calculators online will be shocked as to how much personal responsibility they should be taking. Climate change has dramatically altered my outlook on life and consumption. Despite not owning a car for 11 years, riding small-engined motorbikes rarely (only on sunny summer days, and then not far!), having 100% of my electricity usage covered by solar power, recycling all my waste (and composting any fruit and veg peels etc), working from home as often as possible, I'm STILL in a position whereby we'd need 2.5 Earths if everyone on the planet lived my lifestyle. But it's not the seven, eight or 13 Earths that many of my readers will require.

What more can I do? Eat less meat and dairy products is about the only thing with which I can make a big advance in terms of cutting my carbon footprint.

This year we passed the moment in human population when our population exceeded eight billion - just 11 years since it passed seven billion. When I was born, it was not yet three billion. However, there are clear signs that the curve is flattening. The nine billionth human being is expected in 2037 - 15 years from now, the ten billionth in 2057, in time for my hundredth birthday, 20 years after the last milestone.
As humanity is getting wealthier and wiser, family sizes will continue shrinking; China will be the third -most populous nation on earth after India and Nigeria by the end of this century. 

I believe that by the middle of the next century, the number of humans will stabilise at a sustainable five billion - will a richer, more longer-lived and fulfilled population - if all goes well.

We've become more used to reading doomsday scenarios. This year's NASA's successful DART mission to crash a spacecraft into an asteroid's moon to see how it can deflect its course suggests that with enough advance warning, mankind has proved that it is able to prevent a cataclysmic asteroid strike on our planet. 

Pandemics - we're not over it yet. This is our third Christmas with Covid, and its only now starting to impact China as it emerges from nearly three years of draconian lockdown. Here in Poland, it's clearly on the wane - but for how long? Today's seven-day rolling average of reported new cases is 459, and deaths at 6; this time last year it was 12,345 new cases and 406 deaths. This time two years ago it was 7,871 new cases and 246 deaths. Will we see a new mutation next year?

Nuclear war? Supervolcano? Don't know. Climate change remains the number one threat to us all, yet here we all are doing precious little about it. 


This time four years ago:
2018 - a year in journeys

This time ten years ago:
Wise words about motoring

This time 11 years ago:
Hurry up and wait with WizzAir at Luton

Tuesday, 27 December 2022

The Long Review of 2022 (Pt. II)

For the land of my birth, 2022 was the Year of the Two Monarchs, the Three Premiers and the Four Chancellors. The death of Queen Elizabeth II was sudden and unexpected; but once the news had been digested, a process of acclimatisation began immediately. Getting used to saying 'the king' instead of 'the queen'; talking about 'His Majesty's Ambassador' instead of  'Her Majesty's Ambassador' when referring to the same person; realising that the monarch who had ruled since before my birth was no longer on the throne. 

A change of prime minister is something that happens far more often than a change of monarch - in my lifetime one monarch per 64 years, compared to one premier every four-and-half years. But to see three prime ministers in one year - and that's a year without a general election - has been unprecedented.

Brexit is the underlying cause; the liar Johnson was finally thrown out of No 10 by his own party, to be replaced by the hapless Liz Truss, a weak and wavering human being, unsure of whether she was against the monarchy or for it, which party she was in, or if she was in favour of remaining in the EU or a Brexiteer. Her innate weakness was seized upon by the 'ultras' in the Tory party who wanted someone pliant in No 10 who they could manipulate to push their radical agenda - lowering taxes for the wealthiest in society. Together with her chancellor of the exchequer, Kwasi Kwarteng, she terrified the markets with a combination of cash hand-outs (to help cope with the energy crisis) and tax cuts. Kwarteng's budget resulted in the pound falling to $1.03 and almost £20 billion being spent over the next four weeks by the Bank of England on a bail-out to save the value of pensions.

Truss was out after 45 days - an absolute record, "a shorter shelf-life than a lettuce", also ousted by her own party. She was replaced by Rishi Sunak, the first British prime minister that I don't viscerally object to since pre-referendum Cameron. I found myself hurling abuse at the TV set or monitor whenever May, Johnson or Truss spoke about Brexit - but somehow Sunak doesn't fire up the same emotions in me. Yet his stunning wealth (richer than King Charles III, richer than Trump) makes him out of touch with people's everyday concerns - and it shows at every PR stunt that has him interfacing with reality (buying fuel in a petrol station, serving homeless people at Christmas).

The upshot of all political turmoil is tragic for me; the country that was once the world's number one soft power, an exemplar of good governance and common-sense solutions, has in just a few years become a global laughing stock. Once upon a time, "examples of British best practice" were usually worth following or at least making note of. A mere six and half years it took to turn this situation around diametrically.

Brexit is damaging the UK economy way beyond what one would expect from cyclical downturns - even those exacerbated by a European war and a global pandemic. Britain's growth next year (-0.4%) and into 2024 (+0.2%) is forecast to be among the lowest among the OECD group of the world's richest nations. It's clear that life in the UK for the average citizen is worse today than it was in 2019, before Covid, before the UK left the single European market, and before Russia's invasion of Ukraine. All those three factors need to be taken together, yet other European economies affected by the pandemic and the war are faring better - not having cut themselves off from the world's richest trading bloc.

I do not feel the chill winds of the British economy directly - only in the way Brexit impinges on my freedom of movement and increasing financial restrictions, inability to send gifts to the UK without them being intercepted by customs for duty payment etc. However, at work I see this every day - the UK has cut off its nose to spite its face. Brexit is working asymmetrically - hurting British exporters much more than it's hurting Polish exporters. Why should any Polish firm bother importing goods from the UK and deal with 17 new onerous procedures when it can buy similar goods from Germany, Italy, France, Spain, Holland or Sweden? British corporates can pay for the necessary legal advice, accountancy services and logistics to ensure their goods continue to reach their EU customers - but Britain's small- and medium-sized exporters - selling pallet-loads rather than truckloads - are at a clear disadvantage.

Trading the other way, Britain has still not imposed border controls on food and products of plant or animal origin (postponed until 1 Jan 2024), nor changed from the CE conformity mark to the new UKCA standard (postponed to 1 Jan 2025). So British food producers have massively lost out in competitiveness to their EU-based rivals.

In the long term, Britain's return to the EU is inevitable - the only question is when it will happen. Mere demographics will make this so; of the 17.4 million who voted for Brexit, maybe around a million and half are dead, whilst no one born this century voted to leave the EU. Generation Z has had its prospects blighted by Brexit - freedom of movement, freedom to work and study across the EU, but above all the fact that the UK economy will be shrinking in size relative to where it could have been had it stayed in.

The next few years will see Britain eating humble pie. Its economy will be increasingly lagging behind those of EU member states - Poland's GDP per capita is expected to exceed the UK's  by 2035 (and if you strip out London by 2030). Liz Truss and Kwasi Kwarteng wanted 'growth'. Growth is hard to achieve if there are around 1.2 million job vacancies in the economy. But then the referendum was about 'taking control of our borders' and stopping highly motivated workers from across the EU coming to the UK to pick fruit, work in bars, hotels and restaurants and look after Britons in their hospitals and care homes. So there you have it - low growth (and indeed, low unemployment), high inflation and far less choice in the shops.

I will return to the UK to celebrate the day it rejoins the EU - and not a day sooner. If you voted Leave and have not yet repented - you are my life-long foe.

This time last year:
Wintery gorgeousness and filthy air

This time two years ago:
Jakubowizna - moonrise kingdom

This time five years ago:

This time eight years ago:
Derbyshire in the snow

This time nine years ago:
Is Britain over-golfed?

This time 11 years:
Everybody's out on the road today

This time 12 years ago:
50% off and nothing to pay till June 2016

Monday, 26 December 2022

The Long Review of 2022 (Pt. 1)

It was on 21 May 2017 that I spoke to my father, as I did most evenings. He was in an anxious mood. "I don't like the number 22," he said. He'd spoken of his unusual superstition before - if there's a number people consider unlucky, it's usually 13. "Something bad will happen tomorrow," he told me.

The following day we spoke. "I was right," he said sombrely. "A 22-year old man murdered 22 people on the 22nd of May." The suicide bombing at the Manchester Arena.

Since then, I have become wary of the number 22. At the start of this year, that feeling of unease was upon me; then the rumours of war began to grow ever louder. After two years of pandemic, what could go wrong in 2022? As February began, that number 22 was creeping up on the calendar - then social media began circulating a clip of Zhirinovsky (from December 2021) speaking in the Duma that "on 22 February the world will witness Russia's might". 22.02.22.

It was not to be. The 22nd came and went; the morning of the 24th found me in Wrocław for a conference. Waking up that day (an early start, my hotel was a good walk from the conference venue) I opened my laptop and saw that the invasion had kicked off. Eating breakfast on a barge in the Odra river, by the Hotel Tumski in a state of high anxiety, I was glued to Twitter on my phone. The return of war to this part of Europe after 77 years. How would this scenario play out? Nuclear war was certainly one potential outcome.

Back in Jeziorki, the last days of February and into March would see each day would begin with me checking Twitter to see if Kyiv was still free. It was touch and go. The infamous 40km-long column of Russian vehicles parked alongside the highway south-west of Kyiv looked poised to roll into the Ukrainian capital.

In Jeziorki, just 4,400m from the end of Runway 33 of Warsaw's Okęcie airport, I was worried. Within days of the start of the invasion, I could see NATO transport aircraft landing regularly from my window; ADS-B Exchange would show military aircraft patrolling the skies over eastern Poland, with aerial tankers flying 'racetrack' patterns, refuelling fighter jets (not visible on the radar) on combat air patrols. If Putin were to fire a tactical nuclear missile anywhere outside of Ukrainian territory, a Polish airport such as Okęcie or Rzeszów serving as a transfer point for military materiel would make perfect sense. Months passed; no nuclear confrontation. Has the risk lessened? Russia was brewing up bullshit about a 'Ukrainian dirty bomb', but the world wasn't buying it. The nuclear power stations in Chernobyl and Zaporizhzhia were used as hostages by Russia, cynical as ever. 

For nine days in March, I hosted three guests from Ukraine on my działka - Maxim (18 months old), with his mother and grandmother, while they waited for visas to the UK - something that happened very quickly and smoothly, despite all the negative media coverage.

It was around this time that it became increasingly clear that Putin would not seize Kyiv, that the invasion was badly planned, based on faulty intelligence assessment, and poorly supported with inadequate logistics. Above all, Ukrainians themselves were determined that their country should not fall. The Polish labour market, which for years had depended on Ukrainians to plug skills shortages, suddenly saw 200,000 Ukrainian men downing tools to return home and fight for their country. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of Ukrainian women, children and older men were pouring into Poland. At the time of writing, there are around 1,800,000 more Ukrainian citizens present in Poland than on 23 February. What surprises me is the large number of Ukrainians crossing back into Ukraine from the safety of Poland into the uncertainty of their homeland; shells, rockets and guided missiles are falling on civilian targets, on energy infrastructure; life is fractured, anxious, cold and dark. Yet every day, some 15,000 to 20,000 cross back home.

The horrors of war unfolded swiftly - Russia, unable to conquer Ukraine swiftly, turned to doing what  it was used to doing - bombarding civilian targets, raping, looting and murdering. Bucha and Mariupol have become bywords for Russian inhumanity. Meanwhile, the rest of the world have become more inured to Russian lies. For the Russian government, telling the truth is like sending a tank into combat painted day-glo pink. Putin's lies about a 'special military operation' aimed at 'liberating' Russia's Ukrainian 'brothers' from their 'Nazi' government fell flat almost immediately among all but far-left and far-right fantasists.

NATO, and in particular the US, the UK and Poland, have provided Ukraine with much of the weaponry it needs to push back against the Russian army. But the West has stopped short of supplying modern fighter jets and main-battle tanks. Britain, despite its political woes (see tomorrow's post), has steadfastly backed President Zelensky's government, providing weapons and much-needed infantry training. Visits by Western leaders to Kyiv, despite the continuous threat of missile attacks, has kept the war rightfully at the forefront of minds around the world. 

Every passing month during which Russia hasn't used nuclear weapons makes the threat less likely. An outcome in which Ukrainian troops drive the Russian invader out of their country now looks far more certain than it did even back in summer. The successful thrusts at Kharkiv and Kherson and Russia's inability to capture the small town of Bakhmut after five months suggest that 2023 will see more Ukrainian than Russian victories. 

American made Javelin anti-tank missiles (which rise up from their flat trajectory to strike their targets from the top) and HIMARS rocket artillery have given Ukraine the edge against a foe that has failed to progress technologically since the 1980s. By Ukrainian measures, over 100,000 Russian soldiers had been liquidated by mid-December. The September mobilisation of Russian men resulted in more of them fleeing to Turkey, Georgia or Kazakhstan than going into the army.

And Russia - which had been poisoning the well of social discourse in the West for years - is badly losing the online war for hearts and minds. This is important in the context of the Global South - in time, India, China, Africa, South America and South-East Asia are beginning to see Russia for what it is - a brutal, stupid, corrupt imperialist coloniser.

An optimal outcome will be a Russia that falls apart, leaving a core of Muscovy surrounded by newly independent states that have been under the Russian heel for centuries - Yakutia, Buryatia, Komi, Chechnya and many others. And a strong Ukraine, an EU and NATO member.

How it will all end is now looking a little clearer than it did in spring. We can but hope and watch - and support Ukraine through any number of civilian or military charities. And join the NAFO fellas online to bonk the vatniks.


My father warned me about 2022. He would have been right.

This article by Luke Mogelson from The New Yorker is the best piece I've read so far about the reality of the war. It's a long read, told from the perspective of International Legion volunteers on the front line. Worth your time.

This time last year:
S7 extension Section A walked end to end

This time three years ago:
Eighty-five chains to Hazelwood Station

This time four years ago:
Christmas round-up

This time six years ago:
Derbyshire at Christmas

This time seven years ago:
Across the High Peaks

This time eight years ago:
Derbyshire's rolling landscapes

This time nine years ago:
Our Progress Around the Sceptr'd Isle 

This time ten years ago:
Out and about in Duffield

and...
Christmas Break

This time 11 years ago:
Boxing Day walk in Derbyshire

This time 12 years ago 

This time 14 years ago:

This time 15 years ago:

Wednesday, 21 December 2022

The last good day of 2022

The long-range weather forecast is grim; rain and more rain, minimum temperature +2C. The snow will be washed away, washed into "beastly mud and oomska" with no respite on the horizon. Banks of clouds rolling in one after the other bearing rain, intermitting to drizzle. And leaden skies mean no solar rays to generate electricity.

But there was time to eke out the last of the sunshine and the last of the snow.


Below: between Adamów Rososki and Machin II, the snow still crisp underfoot as temperatures neared zero on their way up.


Below: traditionally fenced orchard, between Jakubowizna and Widok


The final farewell of the sun, glinting though the first wave of warm, wet-front cloud. Home in 800 paces.


Central Warsaw, soaked with rain. Neon reflecting off wet asphalt is preferable to the sad sight of wet snow sinking into muddy soil.


This time last year:
The Year of the Phenomenon

This time three years ago:
Sentimental stroll - streets of my childhood

This time four years agor
Streets of my childhood
[I did the same walk exactly a year earlier!]

This time five years ago:
Jeziorki - swans and bonus shots

This time eight years ago:
A conspiracy to celebrate

This time eight years ago:
The Mythos and the Logos in Russia

This time nine years ago:
Going mobile - I get my first smartofon

This time ten years ago:
The world was meant to end today 
[It may not have ended, but this was a tipping point in history.]

This time ten years ago:
First snow - but proper snow?

The time 12 years ago: 
Dense, wet, rush hour snow

This time 13 years ago:
Evening photography, Powiśle

This time 14 years ago:
The shortest day of the year

This time 15 years ago:
Bye bye borders - Poland joins Schengen

Monday, 19 December 2022

No true beauty without decay

My walk into Chynów this morning was to capture the beauty of the landscape under a clear blue sky before the weather turns, and to buy a few items of food and kitchenware. Below: snowfield with hare tracks.


Below: shooter's shadow, looking up ulica Słoneczna. Soundtrack to today's walk: The Atomic Mr Basie (album recorded three weeks after I was born). 


Some mid-century U.S.A. scenery; a tanker passes Chynów along the old DK50, chrome gleaming in the sun, snow piled deep by the side of the road.


Below: Chynów's wooden church of the Holy Trinity dates back to the early 17th century, the wooden bell 'tower' (the smaller structure to the left) to 1867.


Below: I popped into the hardware store for a few items and got this snap of the cemetery wall across the street in the early afternoon sun. The old J&B Snack Bar (just to the left of here), serving my favourite burger in the whole of Grójec district, closed this summer and has now become a flower shop.


Left: the green runs. Back home, empty the rucksack, heat up some bigos kujawski for lunch (the sort of bigos made with red cabbage), get some work done, and soon - evening draws near. The shadows lengthen quickly, and the time comes for the sunset stroll.

Below: at the gate, ten minutes until the sun dips below the horizon in Chynów, seat of a third-order administrative division, according to timeanddate.com, which shows that today the evening is already one minute longer than when we had the earliest sunset a few days ago.


The sun has set at its most south-westerly (231°) point on the compass. During the summer solstice, it sets at 312°. A few minutes earlier, I was overflown by a pair of swans flying east, quite a sight.

Heading back home the second time today, having made the most of the sublime conditions. A thaw is coming from the west; by tomorrow morning the warm front will have brought freezing rain. Daytime temperatures for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday (Christmas Eve) and Sunday (Christmas Day) are forecast to be between +3C and +6C, accompanied by rain, rain, rain and more rain. Underwater by Boxing Day. Dismal. At least today had been seized. 13,000 paces.


To quote Withnail and I's Uncle Monty, there can be no true beauty without decay. Were every day as visually stunning as today, it would become monotonous. The drear prospect of slush, mud and filth made today all the more sublime.

Sunday, 18 December 2022

Deep in the snow

Four to six inches (10cm - 15cm) of snow lying on the ground makes walking difficult. Tyre tracks are easier to walk along, though (apart from tractor tyres) they are narrow so pigeon-steps are required. Today's walk took me through Machcin II to Dąbrowa Duża, a small village that I've only passed through a couple of times before. The road there from Machcin II is unasphalted, only one car has gone this way since Wednesday. 


Below: general view of Dąbrowa Duża, which doesn't even have the smallest of shops, although this, its main street, is asphalted. Walking is easier.



Left: a wayside chapel (built in 1930, rebuilt in 2009). Maps from the 1930s and 1940s refer to this settlement as 'Witoldów' - I wonder when (and why) if was renamed Dąbrowa Duża.

Below: a selfie in a wide-angle traffic mirror on the corner of the farm track leading to Adamów Rososki and the road running through Jakubowizna.


 Below: looking down toward Jakubowizna. I turn right here for my działka.


Below: pine forest on the track back to my działka.


Below: just round the corner from home - past the small forest. A very tiring walk - over 12,500 paces, but trudging through virgin snow is hard work!


Warmer weather on its way - with above-zero temperatures by Tuesday, then rain forecast every day until Christmas Eve. Which doesn't sound nice.


This time three years ago:
South of the river, London Bridge way

This time four years ago:
Brexit going nowhere

This time six years ago:
News from Nowa Iwiczna

This time seven years ago:
Modern governance for a complex world (prescient post!)

This time eight years ago:
Contagion - CEE's foreign-exchange markets 

This time nine years ago:
Muddy Karczunkowska

This time 11 years ago:
Ul. Trombity - a step closer to dry feet?

This time 12 years ago:
Matters of style

This time 13 years ago:
Real winter hits Warsaw

This time 14 years ago:
This is not Mazowsze, no?

Wednesday, 14 December 2022

Utter, utter gorgeousness

I wake up to this - rolling up the shutter blinds, here's the view across my neighbours' garden. It will be a gorgeous day - so as soon as I can, office work permitting, I'm taking a walk into Chynów to buy a rucksack's worth of food, and get some snaps on my way. That's the moon up there...

Below: view from my breakfast table. Sunrise was at 7:35 this morning - although we're already at earliest sunset (still 15:24), the latest sunrise (at 7:43) is not until 30 December.

Below: towards the gate. A sight I associate with the start of an adventure - even a hour's stroll to the shop and back. I know the padlock's going to be frozen, as the overnight low was at least -11C. I have the remedy - a bladder-full of nature's anti-freeze. The padlock's set low for this reason...

Here I can stroll into town without coming across too much traffic. Tracks of hare and deer in the snow, some human footprints too. No tyre tracks. No fresh snow has fallen since early Monday morning.

One of those moments of anomalous familiarity - not from my childhood, yet strong qualia-memory flashbacks. Oklahoma? Minnesota? Sure as hell ain't West Ealing or Hanwell!

Below: looking up at the corner of ulica Słoneczna. I'm catching that vibe again...

Tables turned: after two days of watching Poland whizz by from a train, I'm now watching a train whizzing by. Local service for Radom approaches Chynów station. On my way back, laden with food. Across the tracks at the level crossing to the right, then back along what is the continuation of this road and up the hill to my działka.

Back home, back to the laptop to get some more work done, then a second walk to catch the sunset and encroaching dusk. Below: the sun approaches the horizon over the rooftops of Jakubowizna.

I was hoping to see an elk in the forest - I didn't, but a pair of young female deer was a good second prize. Their food is under the snow - there may be some frozen apples by the trees.

Below: looking west shortly after the sun had set. I have made the most of the daylight hours.

Back home after the walk - time for some hot soup! Solar panels cleared themselves of snow and generated a useful 1.8 kWh today, about a fifth of what I consumed, but then summer's surpluses haven't yet all been used up.

I'm sorry suburbia, but you can no longer compete when it comes to views! [Having said that, the photo-haul from this time last year (below) actually does compete - still, that was before the S7 extension opened to belch vastly more traffic into the neighbourhood.]

This time last year:
Hoar frost and proper ice, Jeziorki

This time four years ago:
Alcohol, servant not master

This time seven years ago:

Tuesday, 13 December 2022

Kraków to Jakubowizna in the snow

More tips for travel in Poland during adverse weather conditions.

I was woken up at half past four this morning by the sound of a small diesel engine being revved up repeatedly outside my hotel. Through my sleep, I thought at first that some motorist has got stuck in a snow drift. But the noise went for on minute after minute. I leapt out of bed, irritated. Opening the curtains, I saw a wee golf cart thingy with a snow plough attached to the front. It was clearing snow from outside the building (a small shopping mall with hotel on top and offices on top of that). The vehicle was too small for the task, and the driver was charging all over the place ineffectually. A second plough arrived, this time a tractor with a bigger shovel and a gritting device on the back (below). It's five to five am.

I managed to get back to sleep but was not happy. (The hotel was excellent, by the way.) I walked through the snow to the conference venue, the Kraków Technology Park, for Doing Business with the UK - aimed at Polish exporters, struggling with the monumental stupidity that is Brexit. Fortunately, there's plenty of good advice (and EU funds) on hand to help. Brexit is hurting the UK more than it's hurting the EU or Poland.

Anyway, after the event, time to get back to Jakubowizna in the snow. Retracing my steps, I caught a tram into town from across the road from the hotel. So then - transport tips. It's worth spending ten minutes or so getting acquainted with Kraków's tram system online. Here, I could see before setting off which tram to board and how to buy a ticket. The old trams do not have a digital ticketing system - cash only. I've not handled coins since before the pandemic. The first tram I boarded didn't have a modern ticket machine, so I hopped off rather than risk getting caught. The next tram did - really easy to buy the ticket - press one button for a regular ticket (4.00zł), press another button for card payment, hold your card over the readers - it's printed out - and an optional press for a paper receipt. The ticket needs to be physically validated in the punch machine (bit old fashioned). It's valid for 20 minutes, enough for me to take a 17 then an 8, but time ran out, and my last leg to Kraków Główny station (just three stops from the main post office) cost me another ticket. I reached the platform with a comfortable 15 minutes to spare.

Kraków's tram system worked well enough in the snow... Now for the train. The Orłowicz, Kraków to Olsztyn via Warka. Left on time and... arrived on time. To the minute! Only slight gripe - the automatic sliding doors between carriages opposite my seat were broken; several people passing through, opening them manually, did not think to close them manually, leaving me to get up and do it to avoid cold wind blowing into the carriage. 

The bar car was functioning perfectly - I indulged in the Wars classic schabowy z ziemniakami z wody with surówki and the excellent Korona Olbrachta jasne pełne beer from Browar Olbrachta. All for 54.40zł (just under a tenner). Fantastic service - wonderful to hear the sizzle of the schnitzel on the frying pan in the train kitchen. Wars does it right, and I applaud the company and its staff.

It is amazing that the train I took yesterday was one hour and 13 minutes late, whilst today running on the same line in the same conditions, it arrived on time. I suspect that it was not just the weather, it was the new timetable, introduced on Sunday, which might have contributed to screwing things up royally yesterday.

However, I could see that things were not going to continue smoothly. I could see on Portal Pasażera that my onward train from Warka to Chynów (a mere 13-minute journey) was running later and later... But at least now there's no uncertainly when you can see your train's position in real time on your phone. It arrived 13 minutes late, but it was there, and hanging around on the icy platform's not too bad when you walk up and down (the waiting room in Warka closes at 19:00).

So - at quarter to eight I'm back home in Jakubowizna, having left the Kraków Technology Park at quarter past two. Five and half hours of travel, not bad at all hardly a hitch unless a 13-minute delay on the last leg counts. My last business trip of 2022. Today was the year's earliest sunset. Every evening from now until 22 June will be getting brighter.

This time last year:
Frustration for the local wozidupek community

This time two years ago:
Small local milestones, Chynów station

This time three years ago:

This time five years ago:
Kick out against change - or accept it?

This time seven years ago:
Warwick University alumni meet in Warsaw

This time eight years ago:
Pluses and minuses of PKP InterCity

This time nine years ago:
When transportation breaks down

This time 14 years ago:
Full moon closest to Earth