Things will never be the same (Pt II)

For Moni

The Covid-19 pandemic has the potential to be a tipping point in human development, much like the Black Death (which led to the  Renaissance) or the Great Plague (which led to the Enlightenment). It will be one of those historical inflection points after which our economies and societies take on a different direction and different values. The last one (here in Poland) was the change from communism to market democracy. The last one affecting the UK was the end of WWII.

But what about the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918-20, which killed 50 million people, you may ask? It was very much 'forgotten plague', overshadowed by WWI, which killed 17 million combatants and civilians. The slaughter in the trenches had a greater impact on the public imagination, on art and society, than an infectious disease that comes round a once year and happened in those years to be far more virulent and deadly than usual. Historians have focused more on the social and economic effects of the Great War than on the Spanish Flu. [It was called 'Spanish' because censors of both belligerent blocs removed mention of a deadly epidemic sweeping army bases and cities alike; only in neutral Spain were the newspapers writing about it.]

Growing up I read a great many books about the First and Second World Wars; I did inter-war history at A-Level and American history at university, but a disease that killed three times as many people that died in WWI and almost as many as died in WWII barely got a mention.

Given that (touch wood!) the fatalities from Covid-19 will not be anywhere near as great as from the Spanish Flu - will Covid-19 get forgotten too? Just as the Roaring Twenties helped society in the US and UK overcome the losses of war and flu, will the rebound after Covid-19 have a similar effect? Will there be a similar drop in inequality?

Maybe, maybe not. Your point of view is crucial. It's a generation thing.

For my generation, growing up in the shadow of WWII, life was Constantly Improving. More comfortable, more interesting, more colourful. Year by year. Food was getting more varied and interesting, more plentiful and more affordable. Take crisps - once they came with salt twisted in a little piece of blue paper to sprinkle. Then - innovation! Ready salted crisps! Then the flavours - Salt & vinegar. Cheese & Onion at first. Then ever more variations around the humble salt snack. Today I get grumpy if the Co-op on Pitshanger Lane doesn't have Mature Cheddar & Red Onion Kettle Chips. Holidays changed from a week in a boarding house in Eastbourne to a fortnight on the Côte d'Azur, then Eilat, Tampa, Thailand and Borneo now Kazakhstan. The more exotic the better. Cars - from an Austin A35 to a Ford Escort to a Toyota Carina to a Range Rover Sport. Clothes that are worn a few times and forgotten about or discarded.

The long path to more and more and always more has been one-way.

But if, all of a sudden, we were to be told "That's it - there will be no more!" - my generation could well say: "That's OK. We can cope. In our sunny youth, we managed without many of these things! We could always go back to doing that again - life without fancy trainers, trekking holidays in the Andes, a new home cinema - no problem!

For my generation - not a problem. But for our children?

Our children were born into plenty - toddling around centrally heated homes with fitted carpets, watching bedtime stories on VHS cassette, eating biscuits with garishly coloured icing, being driven to ballet classes, karate practice or pony club, holidaying somewhere exciting each summer and skiing the nursery slopes in winter. To them foreign travel was always something natural - and now this has come to a sudden stop, and the road towards ever-greater prosperity is set to go into reverse.

This is the Brexit divide as well. Older folk, remembering their youth through nostalgia-tinted reading specs, could, at a pinch, re-acclimatise themselves to Life As It Was Before The Eighties.

Young and lost your job? It'll be a while. The young will have something they've been accustomed to all their lives snatched away from them.

A determining feature of Life After Covid-19 (assuming there isn't a deadlier mutation  on the way) will be the relationship between China, Europe and America. China's communist government is unlikely to say "OK, world - our fault! We let a deadly virus out of our labs/wet market, covered up, let it out - lied, and hundreds of thousands are now dead - it's all our fault, let us pay." No. the Party will deny, deflect and distract and by doing so, the rest of the world will come to mistrust China much as it mistrusts Putin's Russia today. This will hit trade. It will hit those long and tenuous supply chains stretching back to factories in Chinese cities, which have in any case been becoming more and more expensive. It has been this process of globalisation that has given ordinary Western consumers access to goods that a generation ago, only the wealthiest could dream of. Bicycles, furniture, garden tools, clothes - cheaper than ever before in real terms. Now this will end.

There will always be trade with China, but it will decline in volume. Companies worried about another pandemic, closed borders, trade friction, political uncertainty, will move their sourcing nearer home. Chinese factories will lose orders as near-shoring takes place. Robots, 3D printing and other new technologies will replace the Far East; consumers, however, will be paying more for the next replacement bicycle, deckchair and straw hat. Things will never be the same price.

For the Millennials, for whom possessions are less important than experiences - there will be less experiences to experience. Foreign travel will be severely limited and will return to being the realm of the rich. Gigs, bars and restaurants - entertainment - will continue to be subject to epidemiological restrictions and the whole sector will remain jittery for years. For most Millennials, the main thing will be to get back into work, to get that secure job. A mortgage might be easier to secure as interest rates fall even lower and property prices drift downwards.

So where's this Renaissance upside? Where's the new Enlightenment going to come from?

I think there will be a reset of human values, new thinking, new ambitions, a new aesthetic. How will that come about - I'm not sure yet - but I can feel it in the air.

This time last year:
Up to my waist

This time two years ago:
Luton Airport's never-ending modernisation works

This time five years ago:
Another office move

This time six years ago:
Workhorse of the Free World's Air Forces over Jeziorki

This time seven years ago:
Looking for The Zone, in and around Jeziorki

This time nine years ago:
I awake to snow, on 4 May

This time 13 years ago:
This is not America. No?

Back to the działka after eight weeks

So good to be back at Jakubowizna after eight weeks! So much has changed; late winter has turned to spring, flowers are back in bloom, and all is well. I was expecting the place to be full of cobwebs, but this was not the case (apart from one rather large spider that I found in the garage). In winter, my first job was to switch the heating on - now, it's throwing the windows open to let in the warm air and sunshine. Below: should be getting cherries within the next four-six weeks...

The journey from home to Chynów was perfect. Before setting off, I bought my railway ticket online (Koleje Mazowieckie has caught up with PKP Inter City at last), printed it off and put it in my wallet. Checked the train on TropKM (it was on time) and arrived on an empty southbound platform at W-wa Jeziorki. The train had six carriages, each with about five or six passengers. Everyone was wearing a mask. The notice below restricts passengers to one per two seats. Certain parts of the train were roped off and out of bounds.

Twenty-nine minutes later I alight at Chynów station, where the new southbound platform is taking shape, as well as a new signal box (below).

Below: also taking shape is the passenger tunnel under the tracks. Having said that, the project had already been facing a six-month delay before the Covid-19 lockdown struck. Today, a Saturday wedged between two public holidays, was still a normal working day for the builders.

Below: looking down towards the tracks from outside my działka. Lots of agricultural work in progress, the local farmers are busy - it could be a great year for them.

Below: from outside my działka looking south - the Electrification of the Villages.

Below: from the north-east corner of my działka, looking south. My lovely acre.

Below: looking south from my upstairs room.

My first task on arrival is to check the electricity meter and to put the result onto Google Sheets. It turns out that over the past eight weeks, the daily electricity bill has run at 40 grosze/ 8p a day. This is the electricity needed to power the burglar alarm, the internet router and and monitoring.

Another start-of-season job is to fire up the motorcycles and get them running. Worked well!

This time four years ago:
The Network vs The Hierarchy in politics

This time last year:
45 years under one roof

This time seven years ago:
Pozytywki ponds after refurbishment

This time eight years ago:
Mayday in the heat (don't exaggerate with the suncream!)

This time ten years ago:
Bike ride across rural Poland

This time 13 years ago:
Into the mountains

Things will never be the same - Pt I

In the short term, the falling spread-rate and lower numbers of deaths from Covid-19 suggest that we are past the worst. Maybe so, but there will not be a return to the way of life we enjoyed up to early this year. If the 1918-1920 Spanish Flu pandemic is anything to go by, there may well be a second and even third wave. The virus may well mutate to a nastier form before any vaccine is developed, in which case the choice will be taking greater risks to live a normal life, or seclusion and extreme vigilance. Mask-wearing may become the norm. After the SARS outbreak of 2002-2003, which resulted in 8,000 cases and 800 deaths mainly in the Far East, seeing Asiatic people wearing masks as they pass through international airports became commonplace. I for one (having caught a bad dose of flu in 2018 on public transport) will not be going out without a mask, gloves, glasses or hand-sanitiser for a long, long time.

The thought that a virus could wreak such havoc throughout the global economy would have been unthinkable at Christmas - now look at us. The short-term is all about prevent the hospitals from being overrun, using PPE, testing and epidemiological modelling to get R₀ below 1, and slowly unlocking the lockdown.

Barring a scenario in which the virus mutates into something far uglier before a vaccine can be developed and deployed, the next phase will be about getting the global economy gradually back on its feet. Given the massive, simultaneous shock to both the supply-side and demand-side, this will not be easy. The cost of keeping firms from laying off workers has been borne in some measure by the taxpayer - the very workers being protected. Government debt will rise; the pensions we can all look forward to will be more meagre than we have been expecting up till now. Not only state pensions, but also private occupational pensions, often invested in 'safe' sectors such as commercial and retail property.

Cinemas, theatres, restaurants and bars can wait until the number of new confirmed cases drops to near enough zero to make it feel safe enough to return to society. [Incidentally, this is a fascinating  account of how the fledgling US movie industry coped with the Spanish Flu pandemic; closing cinemas and film studios, mask-wearing etc - all familiar stuff, yet written in 2005.]

Things will never be the same. Office buildings in prime city-centre locations, large shopping malls with impressive footfall - this is where pension funds could see respectable yields rolling in from corporate tenants - money that came from savers and will be returned to pensioners.

The very awareness that this virus could mutate, or that in future another virus could jump the species barrier and start this nastiness all over again will profoundly reshape our thinking about our place in the economic world - where we live, where we work, how we entertain ourselves, how we shop.

This is a very new situation, so thinking will evolve further. But for decades, the tendency has been for mankind to gather in cities, to live in high-density housing, to work together, to come together to shop and to be entertained. And travel - we have got used to flying around the world for exotic holidays, with hundreds of other people crammed in an aluminium tube, 35,000ft in the sky for several hours. It will be a while before we get back to that. Routine health screening will join security screening as part of the nuisance attached to boarding an airliner, which will take longer. The whole low-cost flights model will not survive in the form we've become accustomed to.

Having got used to keeping two metres apart from each other, it will be difficult psychologically for us to cram into bars, cinemas, sports stadiums and theatres, knowing that one sneeze from someone near could mean you end up on a ventilator.

We have very quickly gone virtual. Skype, Zoom, Team, WebEx as well as other platforms I've never previously heard of have brought the meeting room to our bedrooms and kitchens. Having done this for seven weeks - do we need an office? Doing more shopping online than ever before, it is reasonable to assume that the world of real estate will never be the same again. Warehouse space for e-commerce - especially that which services last-mile logistics - will be in demand, while land-banks built up across the world's Central Business Districts will rapidly lose value.

Consumers' behaviour will change. Many will have seen their savings diminish, many will be pushed to the edge of poverty in a very short space of time, and will want to rebuild their reserves. Discretionary spending will be limited - fripperies abandoned. New clothes, new cars, fancy holidays - wants not needs - will have to wait. But others will want (in the short term at least) to get even with the virus and do some revenge shopping. Adopting the motto 'you only live once', some (mainly older) consumers will plunge headlong into hedonism on the basis  that their existence might suddenly get swept away by some vulgar little virus, and so push the boat out. But if you are a responsible person with a young family and mortgage, that makes no sense.

Back to housing. My life these past seven weeks has been very tolerable. Surrounded by a large garden, farmland and low-density housing, Jeziorki has proved to be the ideal place to be locked down in. It's 1,300 paces to Lidl and a similar distance to Biedronka. Both have been exemplary in terms of customer and staff safety (only 18 customers in the shop at any one time, so an hour's wait to be let in, but hey, the sun was shining). In the evenings, I can close my laptop and do my 10,000 paces, taking in Jeziorki's ponds, or the fields out towards Mysiadło, or across the tracks to see how the S7 is getting on, all this walking and seeing very few people along the way (most but not all in masks). I can see that many folk who've hitherto been enthusiasts of inner-city life will start looking over estate agents' offers of houses located a safe distance from the centres of infection. This may lead to an urban re-balancing and the very thing I've been warning against on this blog - suburban and exurban sprawl.

Optimal location for lockdown, just nine miles from centre of a capital city.

Things will never be the same. The technology that has made the lockdown bearable - streaming video, online conferencing, e-commerce etc, will develop at an even faster pace. If you can code - the future is yours. Healthcare and healthtech - these too will experience a boom. Research and development - clinical trials - will have to happen at a faster pace. There will no doubt be knock-on discoveries as R&D teams stumble upon unexpected side effects that can spin off into other areas of medicine.

Transport - we've learnt that we don't need cars as much as we thought we did. There are too many of them anyway. I can expect many two-car households to be ridding themselves of one. Used cars will become ridiculously cheap - for a while anyway. The car manufacturers already has an over-capacity problem; many plants will close down. There will be fewer cars on the road; after a while supply will balance out demand - but at the same time, fossil-fuel-powered cars will lose out to electric ones.

The environment has had a chance to recover - polluted cities such as New Delhi and Los Angeles have seen marked improvements in air quality. Citizens would like that to continue.

Politically, proponents of free-market economic solutions are as rare as atheists on a sinking ship. The state will be having a comeback. Chancers and liars will be chased out of political office as populist solutions will be shown up to have failed at the cost of hundreds of thousands of lives. Voters and consumers have long memories. Businesses that have responded to the crisis with understanding and kindness will be paid back; business owners and managers that have revealed their greed and selfishness will be punished.

A better, fairer world may yet emerge. But we are a long way from the end of this story. Above all, pray that the virus doesn't mutate, and pray that science can find a cure - fast.

This time last year:
April's end, summer's beginning

This time two years ago:
Best April ever?

This time three years ago:
The search for the Gold Train: Day Two

This time four years ago:
Semi-automatic (short story)

This time eight years ago:
So good to be back in Warsaw

This time nine years ago:
At the President's

This time 11 years ago:
Summer's here, and the time is right...

This time 13 years ago:
Why I'm staying in Warsaw

Drainage ditches, hunters' 'pulpit' and suburban sprawl

Drainage ditches criss-cross the flat fields of Jeziorki and surrounding villages. I've written about the ditch that serves as Warsaw's southern border, demarcating the line between Jeziorki and Mysiadło. This post will go further west, that same ditch cuts under the railway line, and then under ulica Gogolińska. Again, this is the Warsaw border, Warsaw to the right.

Below: having crossed the tracks, I'm looking the other way, eastwards. I'm still on the Warsaw side.

Having crossed ul. Gogolińska, I leave Warsaw. The drainage ditch now runs south-west, the trees in the picture below run away to the right, and that treeline becomes Warsaw's border. The ditch now leads towards the village of Zgorzała. In the distance (click to enlarge) you should be able to make out a wooden watch tower.

Here it is - looking back down along that ditch, the treeline border of Warsaw to the left in the distance. This tower is an ambona (lit. 'pulpit'), in this context though a hunters' stand. It is from here that hunters can shoot at local game. Deer, hare and pheasant, the occasional wild boar. I must say that I am against the killing of sentient life for sport.

But the wildlife itself is being squeezed out. On the horizon, the unstoppable encroachment of hundreds of houses of Nowa Wola. What was once arable farmland is now filling up rapidly with new estates with twee names like  'Birds of Paradise Estate' or 'Our Little Town Estate' but no amenities.

The other evening, I saw deer in Jeziorki, for the first time ever. These developments, plus work on the S7 extension to the west of here is driving wildlife to the quieter environs across the track.

Having climbed the ladder to see inside, I was surprised that there was no sign of use - no empty shotgun cartridges, nor indeed detritus left by teenagers or the local open-air drinking  community. Maybe hunters - for the damage they wreak on the wildlife - are as ecologically conscientious as I am and take every scrap of litter home with them. Or maybe there's not been any hunting going on for a while here.

Onwards to the end of that drainage ditch, to where it turns south, eventually petering out in a field just north of Nowa Wola. I turn north, however, and head towards Zgorzała, itself spreading out (though here we have individual houses rather than large estates of identical houses).

Onwards, past houses newly finished, unfinished and already inhabited, ones still being finished and a few that look they will never finally be finished - not under the current owners, anyway. I fear the sprawl in the fields south of Warsaw will end up looking like the 1930s sprawl west of London - Greenford, Hayes, Northolt, Ickenham, Ruislip, Hillingdon - never-ending soul-less suburbs moving ever-further from the city centre. At least those 1930s London suburbs had facilities - schools, shops, hospitals, pubs - and above all - good rail links to central London.

This time last year:
Aviation the theme (plane pics are popular!)

This time two years ago:
Five closed-off hectares of central Warsaw

This time three years ago
Progress by the ponds

This time seven years ago:
Kaczyński's ignorance, deceit or folly? 

This time eight years ago:
The British electrical plug reigns supreme

This time nine years ago:
Easter, and the end of Lent

This time ten years ago:
That Icelandic volcano

This time 11 years ago:
Views of Historic Toruń

This time 12 years ago:
One swallow does not a summer make

Aviation over locked-down Jeziorki

With hardly any commercial flights inbound to land, what does come over our heads in Jeziorki is a lot more interesting than the usual vanilla-flavoured procession of A321s and Boeing 737s. These strange days, when something's headed this way, the chances are good I'll see something interesting.

Below: a Polish Air Force Mig 29 fighter, normally stationed in Minsk Mazowiecki. There were at least four movements today, including a pair coming in together. NATO's Defender 20 exercise means more military flights into Okęcie.

Below: Polish Air Force CASA C-295 bringing Polish doctors back from Italy where they'd been treating Covid-19 patients.

I could hear the sound of turboprops getting louder and louder, but could see nothing in the sky. Suddenly, this Polish Air Force CASA C-295 (below) came roaring right over the roof!

An RAF Voyager KC2 (Airbus A330 Multi-Role Tanker Transport) bringing a detachment of British Army Light Dragoons to take part in NATO's Enhanced Forward Presence. Good to know you guys are here!

Here's another Airbus A330, which along with the Boeing 777 is the largest regular passenger plane to use Okęcie. Of late, these Turkish Airlines planes have been flying medical supplies.

Cargo planes are more visible. SprintAir is now a cargo-only operator, using a fleet of these Saab 340A/340AFs (the latter have no windows). Interestingly, each SprintAir Saab has the same livery - but in different colours.

Below: another Saab 340, without windows and Hungarian registration, belonging to Fleet Air International.

Below: dusk delivery. Another windowless plane - this is a Boeing 737-400F belonging to Belgian freight carrier ASL Airlines.

The Polish Air Navigation Services Agency (Polska Agencja Żeglugi Powietrznej  or PAŻP) has two aircraft for radar calibration flights. This Beechcraft B300 KingAir (below)..

And this LET L-410 (below). Both planes are called Papuga ('parrot') for their garish livery.

The presidential elections are scheduled to take place by post on (or around) 10 May. Because of the lockdown, there's no campaigning. Yet for the VIP jets of the Polish Air Force, it's business as usual. I'll leave that without comment. Below: Boeing 737-800, in livery commemorating the 100th anniversary of Poland regaining its independence, and Marshal Józef Piłsudski's portrait on the tailfin.

Below: one of two Gulfstream G550 VIP transports. This one flew Warsaw-Gdańsk-Wrocław-Warsaw.

Below: the Antonov An-225's smaller brother, the An-124 Condor. Seen at Okęcie every now and then - this one belongs to Volga-Dnepr Airlines.

Because there's hardly any passenger flights in and out of Okęcie, there's a lot more general aviation around, small planes that would get in the way of regular scheduled airliners. Below: A Diamond DA42 Twin Star, a twin-prop four-seater light aircraft. A particularly lovely design, with diesel engines!

The beautiful cloudless skies made for perfect conditions for aerial photography, another common sight above Warsaw was SP-GEO, a Vulcanair P68 Observer 2, flying grids north-south covering the entire city and its environs. And there have been a great many flights of the Polish air ambulance service, another Italian twin-prop, a Piaggio Avanti. Immediately recognisable by its loud whining sound, caused by the pusher layout (propellers pointing backwards) and nose-mounted winglets.

Finally, another Polish Air Force transport type that's regularly seen these days is this PZL M28 Skytruck is a Polish-built light cargo and passenger plane, produced by PZL Mielec, as a development of license-built Antonov An-28. It has notable short take-off characteristics. Note, the camouflage pattern extends under the wings!

My lockdown working day has me sitting in my bedroom (better line of sight than the study downstairs) between 9 and 5; in the background on my laptop I have FlightRadar24 and ADSBexchange. The former is well-known; the latter gives a better chance of seeing military flights (as long as they have their transponders switched on). With advance warning, I can be ready to snap the planes as they fly over!

UPDATE: 26 April - caught this one over the house - an RAF A400M Atlas. Only the second time I've seen one (first time was here).

This time last year:
Easter in Ealing

This time four years ago:
WiFi works on Polish train shock

This time five years ago:
My dream camera, just around the corner
[No, the Nikon Z6/Z7 don't make the grade]

This time seven year ago:
Longer, lighter lens

This time eight  years ago:
New engine on the coal train 

This time nine years ago
High time to leave the car at home

This time ten years ago:
The answer to urban commuting

This time 13 years ago:
Far away across the fields

Pandemic, then drought [updated]

It was an unnaturally warm winter; there was no snow to speak of. The rain has not fallen properly for weeks. I fear that Poland will be hit hard by a drought, a double whammy of natural catastrophes. Around Chernobyl, forest fires rage, although the prevailing winds won't blow radioactive smoke this way. We have not been good to our planet, it feels like our planet wants to be rid of us - a pernicious, wasteful, dirty species. The Medea hypothesis? Or the Gaia hypothesis?

The drought is here already. Jeziorki's ponds are in a pitiful state. Most mornings I open my window blinds to be welcomed by a bright sun in a clear blue sky - great for lockdown samopoczucie but an increasingly worrying sight for the soil and everything that grows in it.

Below: the western side of the middle pond. Gabions erected to retain floodwater now stand dry; to the left, some water is visible in the pond by ulica Trombity. Scene looks like something out of WWI.

Below: this wooden pier once projected far into the pond; now its sandy floor is visible. Until recently it was impossible to walk from here to the gabions above with dry feet - I've done this several times this year. This is (was?) the southern end of the middle pond.

Below: the same view, July 2017. Bullrushes are notoriously difficult to uproot.

Below: the reeds are choking the pond, exacerbating the lack of winter snow cover and of April showers. This is the northern end of the southern pond; about a third of the surface of water has gone. The swans and ducks are still here, but there's no sign of the diving birds - grebes and pochards, and only a few coots (once prevalent here).

Wildfowl are suffering as water levels fall. These two swans (judging by the ring number, offspring of the two swans who return here each year) haven't enough water to sit down in.

The same goes for this coot - one of a small number present here this season. Usually, the coots are the most numerous species of waterfowl on Jeziorki's ponds. Right now, not enough water to get this guy's ass wet.

No rain today, none forecast for tomorrow, nor Wednesday, nor Thursday.

In early spring, the southernmost ponds are full of croaking frogs - not this year.

Below: looking north-west across the southern pond. The border between the reeds and the grass marks the former shoreline.

My bigger worry than the local pond is Poland's agriculture; a sustained drought will damage it just as it needs to be functioning properly. A poor harvest will result in much higher food prices. I long to be able to get on a train and head down to Jakubowizna to see how things are - as soon as lockdown is lifted, it's the first thing I'll do. That and a little rain dance.

This time four years ago:
Polish India Pale Ales - the taste of Now
[Update: Lidl is now has a few Polish craft beers on its shelves]

This time five year:
Lublin - pearl of Poland's East

This time seven years ago:
70th anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising

This time eight years ago:
Tarkovsky's Stalker: a zone of my own

This time nine years ago:
Warsaw's big billboards

This time 11 years ago:
Pace of development falters

This time 13 years ago:
Unusual formation of mammatus clouds over Jeziorki
[Still unmatched!]

Seven lockdown sunsets

Life has acquired a new rhythm over the past month; staying at home by the laptop until 17:00, the working day over, it's time for a stroll. Ten thousand paces; ninety minutes or so each day to keep in shape. Jeziorki is a great place to be locked down; close enough to the vital amenities of a capital city, yet remote enough to be able to walk for 90 minutes without getting with five metres of another walker or 20 metres of anyone cycling vigorously.

In mid-March, when lockdown was announced, the sun was setting just before 18:00. The clocks went forward on 29 March, and along with day-length increasing at its fastest rate around equinox, the sunsets are getting later and later. Today, it set just before 19:30. Here are some of the finest sunsets of the past four weeks then...

Emblematic of the Sublime Aesthetic, the setting sun begets a frame of mind that is open to thoughts that rise above the mundane.

Sunsets bring together sensual and mystical; awakening the feelings of afterglow. Day edges into night, Eternity is just that bit closer...

"But I don't need no friends/ As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise" - Ray Davies, he knew. Below: W-wa Jeziorki station.

As a teenager, I'd open my bedroom window on summer evenings watching the sun setting over Northolt and Ruislip - an impossibility nowadays due to taller trees and new buildings blocking the view.


This time three years ago:
Easter everywhere

This time ten years ago:
Strange days indeed (though less strange than these!)

[link to video of the blog post, courtesy of Nick Morris]

World's Biggest Plane over Jeziorki

What a magnificent sight! Not only is the Antonov An-225 the world's largest aircraft, it is also the world's only six-engined aircraft currently in service. Today it flew into Okęcie to deliver medical equipment for the fight against Covid-19. A PR opportunity for the Polish government, and a rare chance to catch this plane in the skies above our house. I've never seen it in my life before, and now here it is!

Operated by Ukraine's Antonov Design Bureau, this aircraft makes a huge impression. Not particularly noisy (not much more so than wide-bodied twins such as the Boeing 777 or Airbus A330 which often fly over), nor trailing filth out of its engines like so many old Soviet types did.

A development of the Antonov An-124 Ruslan (which I've snapped quite often above Jeziorki), designed specifically to carry the Soviet equivalent of the Space Shuttle to its launch site. Just one was built, a second was never completed.

Below: first sight - from a distance you can see the uniqueness of the design. Twin tail, six engines, shoulder-mounted wings. The twin tails betray its origins - it was built to ferry the Soviet space shuttle, Buran, from factory to launch pad. Sitting piggyback on the An-225's fuselage, the vertical control surfaces were intended to counteract wake turbulence caused by abnormal loads carried by the plane.

Flaps out - but where are the wheels?

The wheels?

The WHEELS! (last time I got a snap like this one below was when Kapitan Wrona was making his legendary wheels-up landing of a Boeing 767...

The plane didn't land - it did a fly-past over the airport, then a tight left-hand circle, turning over Dawidy, a hard bank, straightening out for the final approach - which I caught from an upstairs window. Wheels out this time!

Well, that was immensely satisfying experience. Over Jeziorki I've seen an Airbus A380, many Boeing 747s, Lockheed C5A Galaxies, Boeing C17 Globemasters, Antonov An-124s, Ilyushin Il-76s, a Mil Mi-26T and an Airbus A400M - but this was a unique occasion.

[POSTSCRIPT: I'd never see it again. Destroyed on the ground at the Antonov Airport, Hostomel, near Kyiv, on 27 February 2022, another casualty of the barbaric Russian invasion of Ukraine.]

This time last year:
Managing luck

This time two years ago:
Blossoms and pylons

This three years ago:
Weather bad, mood SAD

This time seven years ago:
Bicycle shake-down day

This time eight years ago:
40 years on - Roxy Music's first two albums

This time ten years ago:
Twenty years, ten months, six days
[The Polish Third Republic has now lasted 10 years longer than the Second Republic. Long may it flourish!]

This time 12 years ago:
Swans still in Jeziorki