Book review: Dark Light

By Ken McLeod. I've read other of his stuff - in particular, I've read Cosmonaut Keep, which is the volume one of which this is two. If you're inclined to read this stuff, start there.

Verdict: generally reasonably good without rising to any heights. The canny tinged-with-Scottish-socialism type political threads are reasonable and less wildly unrealistic than many another author's attempts. What's less realistic is the apparently implausible influence the various central characters have, apparently by virtue of being said characters.

The sex-vs-gender stuff - one of the central characters has female gender, despite being physically and sexually male - feels clumsy and heavy handed.

Past here, plot spoilers.

It is some time since I read CK but the general idea - that there is a "second sphere" populated by Earth type creatures I recall. I can't recall why the light-speed drive across 5 light years takes 200 years for a round trip, I missed something there. Never mind. In CK, if I recall correctly, dealing with the "gods" was reasonably deftly handled, disguising well what must be disguised: that we can have no idea what a "god" (aka super-intelligent being) would say. This time round it is less fortunate; the gods are rather less super-intelligent and more dumb-old-gods; and their "plans" are nothing more than tedious war and suppression of the young folk; I'd have liked a better answer than that.

Revue d'un livre: A World Out Of Time

[Ce revue en Francais, pour... une epreuve.]

Par Larry "Ringworld" Niven. Ringworld prit soi-meme trop serieusement, et ansi c'est ennervant. Ce livre est un jeu d'esprit et est plus leger. Nominalement c'est le SciFi "dur": il y a des Bussard Ramjets, la dilation des temps, le trou noir au cour du galaxy, et tout ca. Mes en effet, tout ca est du surface; a bas, c'est un roman picaresque.

Un homme prit un trajet grand, qui dure 70 k yr; quand il retourne a la terre, tout est change. Je doubte si tous les changements sont vraiment necessaire ou possible, mais c'est tout une blague (a la cote: le homme est dans le bateau d'etoile pour le diriger; je doubte beaucoup s'il etait possible pour lui de retourner, mais on ignore ca). Il voyage vers l'Antarctique, parce que le monde is plus chaude; it decouvre des gens, dans des societies etranges, et avec la seule femme de son type, it decourve le secret de l'immortalite des "dikta"s.

Je lui donne des pointes pour la description de la societe du future; et pour le secret d'immortalite, et pour le tone generale du livre. Mais c'est etrange qu'il y a seulement deux personnes "transporte" dans le future; et c'est beaucoup etrange que l'etat leur fait confiance.

Chesterton / Simoco M1 over the years

It occurs to me that we don't have a good record of club crews over the years, which is a bit of a shame. Quite who might care is another matter, of course. Anyway, this post begins to attempt a record. Note: between 2007 and 2008, Simoco was renamed Chesterton.

2023

Stroke: Shuowang He, Alistair Goodman, Conor Burgess, Adam Townson, Ralph Hancock, Harry Bulstrode , Jon Hachett, Bow: William Connolley. Cox: Will Miller. Coach: Joe Lillis. Blog post. Result: +1.

2022

Stroke: Harry Bulstrode, Jonathan Pilgrim, Steve O'Rourke, Conor Burgess, Adam Townson / Alistair Goodman, Jon Hatchett, William Connolley, Ralph Hancock. Cox: Theo von Wilmowski. Blog post. Result: -1.

2021

Stroke: Harry Bulstrode, Will Miller, Steve O'Rourke, Conor Burgess, William Connolley, Dave Richards, Ralph Hancock, Chris Wood. Cox Maddy Scragg. Blog post. Result: -2.

2020

Covid.

2019

Stroke: Tom Pryke, William Connolley, Conor Burgess, Harry Bulstrode, Dave Richards, Steve O'Rourke, Matthew Myers, Bow: Chris Wood. Cox: Manja Neumann. Coach: Charlotte Payne. Blog post. Result: row-over x4.

2018

Stroke: Tom Pryke, William Connolley, Jonathan Pilgrim, Alexander Fanourakis, Conor Burgess, Steve O'Rourke, Chris Wood, Bow: Ralph Hancock. Cox: Keith Lee. Coach: Dan McGreal. Blog post. Result: -1, +1.

2017

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Steve O'Rouke, Conor Burgess, Steven Andrews, Steve Penson, Dan McGreal, Chris Wood, William Connolley. Cox: Manja Neumann. Blog post. Result: -2.

2016

Stroke: William Connolley, Dan McGreal, Matt Woodthorpe, Conor Burgess, Simon Lloyd, Steve Penson, Brian Stevens, Keith Lee. Cox: James Tidy. Blog post. Result: +3.

2015

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Chris Wood, Mike Parrott, William Connolley, Rob Doubleday, Dan McGreal, Simon Emmings, Bow: Dave Richards. Cox: James Tidy. Blog post. Result: -2.

2014

Stroke: William Connolley, Ian Foster, Andy Southgate, Chris Wood, Ralph Hancock, Paul Holland, Dave Ifould, Bow: Dave Richards. Cox: James Tidy. Blog post (mine). Result: +1, -2.

2013

Stroke: James Howard, William Connolley, Andy Southgate, Chris Wood, Will Wykeham, Ian Foster, Ralph Hancock, Bow: Dave Richards. Cox: James Tidy. Coach: Kate Hurst. Blog post. Result: +3.

2012

Stroke: Andy Southgate, James Howard, Ollie Crabb, Will Wykeham, Chris Flowers, Steven Andrews, Paul Holland, Bow: William Connolley. Cox: James Tidy. Blog post. Result: +1, -1.

2011

Stroke: Ollie Crabb, James Howard, Tom Watt / Chris Smith, Steven Andrews, Andy Southgate, Sipper, Chris Wood, Bow: William Connolley. Cox: James Tidy. Blog post. Result: +1.

2010

Stroke: Ollie Crabb, James Howard, Tom Watt, Chris Smith, Andy Southgate, Steven Andrews, Ralph Hancock, Chris Metcalfe. Cox: James Tidy. Source: this pic. Result: -2.

2009

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Ollie Crabb, Tom Watt, Andy Hurst, Chris Wood, William Connolley, Ralph Hancock, Dave Richards / Nick Lee. Cox: James Tidy. Sources: emails, this video. Result: -3.

2008

Stroke: Andy Twigg, Tom Watt, James Howard, Chris Braithwaite, Chris Metcalfe, Ollie Crabb, John Aspden, Bow: Chris Wood. Cox: James Tidy. Source: email from JH. Result: -1.

2007

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Tom Watt, James Howard, Chris Braithwaite, Chris Smith, John Aspden,  Chris Metcalfe, Chris Wood. Cox: James Tidy. Coaches: John Aspden, Rev Ian Thompson, Chris Braithwaite. Result: +3. Pic.

2006

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Jeremy Davies, Chris Braithwaite, John Aspden, Tom Watt, Chris Metcalfe, Chris Wood, Lyndon Jenkins. Cox: Lisa Edwards. Coach: John Aspden. Result: +3. Pic.

2005

Stroke: Andy Southgate, Jeremy Davies, Chris Braithwaite, Darren Payne, John Aspden, Tom Watt, Chris Wood, Alister Bailey. Cox: Emma White. Coaches: Peter Jeffrey, Paul Knights, Andy Nicol. Result: row-over x4. Pic.

2004 - 2002

Missing.

2001

Stroke: Andy Southgate, John Aspen, Andy Nicol, David Sinclair, Andy Hurst, Ralph Hancock, S. Mackrae, A. Hendrick. Cox: A. Pearce. Result: +2, -1. Pic (slightly better version, was JA's, now with KH).

2000 and before

Missing.

Book review: Involution Ocean

By Bruce Sterling. Wiki says "The premise is influenced by Moby Dick by Herman Melville" which is right; there is a distinct tang of mad sea captain in the air, and a semi-observerish narrator, and something approaching a Whale. But none of the detail fits MD.

There is musing - in the storyline context, sane people get an extended life - about yearning for death. There are perhaps could have been more explored hints about the Elder Cultures. And the mystery of what lives down in the dust. And then there's the plot, which in some ways is less interesting.

I first read this oh most of forty years ago; and it has stayed unread on my bookshelf ever since, tagged in my mind as "interesting", and has survived numerous culls since then. But I had long forgotten in what way it was unusual, and now I find to my dismay that while a little unusual it is well within genre: strange things happening on a distant planet.

Book review: the Mystery of the Blue Train

Another Christie. Not too bad, though (for me) rather broken up; I read it over about a month with gaps; so I was even less than usually encouraged to guess the solution. Another with "Americans" as the source of money and hence action; the Europeans are predators mostly. The driver of the story, fabulous rubies and a divorce, seems rather dull now.

Quibbles: that Ava Mason should be a male impersonator seems an over-clue. She doesn't need to be. She just walks off the train dressed as a man, FFS, she could do that just as any old female actor. I also feel that the two-unreliable-narrators means that a lot of the story / description - who was the man on the train? - is effectively nulled out, which is dissatisfying. Had I been paying more attention, I'd have felt cheated.

Book review: the Memory of Earth

By Orson Scott Card. Book one of a 5-book series but I doubt I go further; either I'm getting rather curmudgeonly in my old age or this book is a bit pale. Goodreads doesn't seem impressed either.

The world: Harmony, a distant (100 light years, it emerges) world settled 40 million years ago after the Earth suffers what sounds like a nuclear war. Immeadiately you, but not the book, will think: what, we had starships but only sent them out after a war? Why did we only settle one planet? And so on. But we must cast those aside.

The idea is that the world is stable, because a computer-in-orbit aka the Oversoul keeps people from advancing tech far enough to kill themselves too badly: so, for example, no wheels-for-transport. But 40 million years is a very very long time; unimaginably long. Compare (from Ashmolean: Egypt) the picture I've inlined below. And that's only 3,000 years ago; there's even stranger stuff from 2,000 years before that. We see nothing like that; never do the characters come across say an obelisk even 100,000 years old. Or even 10,000 years, worn unintelligible, and say to themselves: the older stuff has just worn away. Instead, we might be in say Constantinople 1,000 years ago, but with limited use of computers.

By which I mean, the 40 million years idea is cute, but he does nothing with it. As a contrast, an image I recall from another book: we're inside a generations starship, where barbarism has occurred, as the makers predicted, and civilisation is gradually re-establishing itself; scattered across the interior are vast pillars, inscribed with knowledge, simple at the bottom and more exotic higher up, and as tech advances people can read higher (ladders, telescopes, balloons). Somewhere across the plain, one of the pillars has fallen and forbidden tech can be read by anyone... That kind of image is totally absent from this book.

Since this isn't really thought out at all, it seems a shame to waste complaints on it, but the total failure to develope in 40 million years would suggest to me giving up, rather than continuing to fight. The people, as described in the book, have essentially lost all that history: they must, there is too much of it. By contrast, there's a lot of human history, but "we" (the West) haven't lost it, because it is embodied in our society. But since their society is quasi-static (like the weather: always slightly different, but the same patterns recur) they have lost most of those 40 million years.

Side note: apparently the story in some way parallels the Book of Mormon (close enough to spoil the plot, according to this review), which Book at a quick glance seems like totally wacky maaan.

Ashmolean: Egypt

I didn't realise the old place had so much Egypt in it. See set: Ashmolean, Oxford 2023/12. This post created in the hope I might fund these pictures again one day. There's also an Assyrian protective spirit, but I didn't find that.

Superb stuff. I like to imagine - it would be what my novel was about, if I ever wrote one - that these beasts and gods really used to walk amongst men, and the sculpters simply drew what they saw; but over the millennia we have forgotten what once was, and assume the images are merely fabulous.

Stepping back a little to around 3300 BC, we have a colossol statue of the fertility god Min (see-also).

3300 BC is an unfathomable amount of time away. Quasi-randomly, a vulture's head.

And then, suddenly, the Greeks took a completely different turn.

The Coton Pavillion Rebuild of 2005/6

The Coton pavillion rebuild was a thing in... 2005/6, gosh that was a long time ago. At the time I (I think I...) started a blog about it, called https://coton-pavillion.blogspot.com/. Run by an account called "sofaman". And so it sat, for many years. I wonder if it is now owned by Ross? Google tells me it may soon be disappeared as no-use-for-ages.

So I made an archive of it, and this post to link to it. My pix on Flickr.

Refs

* Congratulations to Ross Chandler.

Book review: Murder on the Orient Express

A classic, of course. See wiki for tedious details of the plot and so on, that I won't trouble myself too much with.

I enjoyed reading this; it is an interesting story well enough told. It is pleasant to be drawn back to ye olde dayes when pipe-smoking colonels came back from India via Stamboul abord the Orient Express. I think that AC doesn't dwell on that too much, it perhaps being sufficiently obvious; but only (I think) a modern film adaption we are not drowned in opulence, it's just there¹.

From here: caution, spoilers.

Towards the end, as Poirot unwinds the event, a thing become clear that in a way should have been much earlier: that the train is improbably full, and this itself is a Klew. This has been introduced earlier, rather nicely, well before we think we should be looking out for clues. And another, that to some extent smooths over some awkwardnesses: because the snowdrift has upset plans, but nonetheless the event goes ahead according to script: there are so many people involved, who cannot be seen to plot with each other,  it cannot be replanned.

Set against that, we have the improbability of both Poirot and the director of the line (conveniently there to allow Poirot authority) being on the train. Ah well, unavoidable perhaps. I feel that the plot being driven by Americans Yet Again is lazy of her. Oh, and having Mr Evil speak French is odd, since he so obviously can't. I think the Poirot sometimes speaks English-as-French, and this is sweet, but sometimes is swept into idiomatic English, and this is careless.

Notes

1. But then again, as time goes by, the main interest in these stories is as reflections on bygone times. People travelling from "Mesopotamia" and so on. So a little dwelling on the physical infrastructure would be good.

Book review: the Forever War

A nice little blast from the old days. Goodreads likes it, as it should (my recollection is that the rest of the series is duff, though). Its kinda hardish scifi, overlaid on Vietnam-type US soldierly thinking (e.g. to improve morale, the army has mandated that the soldiers say "fuck you sir" when dismissed).

The hardish element largely works, as long as you don't peer too closely (finding planets around a collapsar would be pretty tricky, why would you build a base on one anyway when you could more conveniently operate in space; I think he's a bit casual about quite what accelerations are in place; I never even tried to check if his mooted accelerations matched the distances / times required. Oh, and while his spaceships have engines capable of generating n gravities thrust, those are the main engines, and wouldn't be capable of manoevering at anything like that thrust).

The fighting described is a sort of sketch of how such fighting might go; it is a fairly short book so the details are thin, but this is OK; you can supply your own.

The final twist is nice, and adds to the pointlessness of the whole thing, which is so to speak the point.

Oh yeah the title: due to time dilation on the way to the jumps, much objective-so-to-speak time passes. This gets him a bit of social commentary on how-things-change. His guesses now don't look so good (general homosexuality to avoid overpopulation is fun, but doesn't now look plausible), but again this is not real problem. The idea of collapsing down to just one clone now doesn't seem like a very good idea from any perspective, particularly genetic diversity but also diversity of thought.

C++ lambda pointers

 Every now and again I get surprised by C++. TIL that if you want to write:

    auto l = [] { std::cout << "I like goats\n"; };
    l();
    l = [] { std::cout << "I like boats\n"; };                                 
    l();       

then it doesn't work: the compiler complains

error: no match for ??operator=?? (operand types are ??main()::?? and ??void (*)()??)

You're trying to overwrite the lambda, and you can't. You want "l" to be a pointer. You can have this if you write

    void(*l)(void) = [] { std::cout << "I like goats\n"; };                                                  

but that's tedious: you have to remember the deeply confusing C function-pointer syntax; and when you're gaily tossing off complex lambda's in the middle of code, it's worse. But it turns out that you can write

    auto l = +[] { std::cout << "I like goats\n"; };                                   

and the "+" magically converts the lambda into a pointer-to. This stackoverflow post "explains" it. Fiddling around with std::function probably works too.

Book review: All the Colors of Darkness

This is a nice enough Olde Tyme story, notice the four shillings price on my cover picture. By Lloyd Biggle Jr. who I know of - you remember the name - but I can't think of ay of his other stuff that I've read. Unlike With a Strange Device which is really a detective story posing as scifi this one is actually scifi, and it has a crude moral theme, of aliens-judging-Earth (see-also Conviction by Aldiss), or even fellowship-under-the-skin. Goodreads doesn't seem to have any interesting opinions.

You're unlikely to run across this, so I'll tell you the story: UT Company have invented a matter-transporter. Unaccountably they completely fail to think of the infinite-energy possibilities (transport stuff upwards capture the PE) or even the military, and instead boringly use it as a people transmitter. The legal difficulties are obvious, but laughably they shrug them off - they have offer insurance, which they get from a company they've told there will never be any claims, so its all very cheap. WTF? Also laughably they prefer people to freight. Never mind, it is necessary for the story. Which is: they start losing people, but, only people with fake IDs. They hire a PI, who noses around and ends up following one such, and ends up... on the Moon. Woo. Seeking to persuade the now-revealed-to-be aliens to talk, he accidentally blows up their power plant. Despite the explosion being large enough to be seen from Earth, he and the aliens survive, albeit in a restricted environment with little spare air. While they're getting to know each other, the USA prepares a new Moonbase, which it will put by the site of the explosion, so they can expore it. We wave away some considerable implausibilities here, but this allows Our Hero to steal a space suit and save his alien-now-chums, and allows one of the aliens to teleport to their base on Earth, and everyone is saved. Also, the aliens realise he is a Good Egg, which is nice for humanity. Also, he has his memory consensually erased, which is a bit weird, but may be necessary for the rest of the series. Which I won't be reading.

France 2023: part one: GR54 Bourg d'Oisans to Vallouise

Ref: France 2023. I have August to look around the Ecrins, loosely based around the GR54. I've been here before of course; see for a token this from 2016 or this from 2017. This time I'm going lightweight; see kit list; no stove, crampons, axes. "Light" turned out to mean a nominal 7.5 kg pack that was actually more like 8.5 with water and food. The text here is from contemporaneous notes, lightly tarted up. I've split it into logical sections; this first is from the start, to Vallouise. My pic shows the combined GPS trace. You can see all 1,400 pix from the Ecrins and Belledonne.

Monday July 31st: [pix]: up shower b'fast finish pack fond farewell off 4:10 am. To station 4:40 and… 4:53 is canned too. Could risk 5:26 but the KC line is clearly hoodooed; 4:48 to Liverpool Street is shiny and on time and quick tube to St P. Almost get 7:01 but instead 6:30 cafe (Paul) and croissant and wait for my 8:01. Zonked on train down but recovering somewhat now.

I do miss ye goode olde dayes of just turning up at the port and cycling onto the ferry.

15 mins security + passport to holding area to boarding; on 7:50. Sleep most of trip. Decide to walk Gare du Nord to Lyon. Outside: grey. Paris: walk out, down to river, over Iles, past Notre Dame (a sad mess of scaffolding), over St L past D's shirt shop still open. Hotel de Lutece being gutted, les Deux Iles thriving. Wx: grey with some rain. Not the most attractive view of Paris. Gare du Lyon 1:30 Cafe Roberta. All this has been well ponced up since I was last here. Warning: Grenoble is from Hall 2. TGV. An hour in and the northern grey is gone. Sun, windmills, woods. Lyon 4:10. Not centre, St Euxpery, so I don't know what the centre is like. Grenoble 5:10, preceded by mountains of limestone. Hot. Where am I? Gare routiere round the corner I have ten mins to get bus €6.90. Slight shame not to look around. But, on!

And so to Bourg d'Oisans, about 7. The familiar blue high up but shade below. Time to stop. At… l'hotel de Milan. A little pricey but really. My Room. And I get dinner from supermarche. Beautiful still evening, sit out with coffee as the light fades. Down the road l'hotel des Alpes which maybe M and I stayed at before, but they're full. Realise I don't really know where the GR54 goes, so take a pic of a wall map in the hotel. This turns out to be a bit of a theme.

Tuesday August 1st: [pix]: alarm 6:30 in time for brief poke around before b'fast at 7. Sun/cloud cool before sun arrives; in down jacket. Slept well v quiet. B'fast buffet good: cafe croissant honey fresh bread fresh oj yoghurt pear another cafe more juice; read (DLS: Unnatural Death) and about time to go. Pack, boots inside so wear trainers for longish valley start. I have too much stuff, and I was so pleased by how little I'd brought. 

[GPS: Bourg d'Oisans to lac Lauvitel; 14k +900m] Experts will notice that I'm going round "backwards". If you do this on the TMB you'll end up bonjouring people all day, but the Ecrins are quieter and I don't think, in retrospect, that their are any disadvantages, other than it making the guidebooks a bit more confusing. Fortunately, I didn't have one :-). I started off this way because I wanted to see la Roche de la Muzelle early.

Off 8:15 after chat with hotel bloke who it turns out is from Toft and has been out here for 7 years. Sun around mountain as I start off but soon in forest then clouds. All very charming and green inc lac Buclet.

Plenty of space for rough camping - with views of impending rock walls. Sadly les Gauchoirs has no cafe and then I start to head up. 11: 1010 m at stream crossing food break then lac Lauvitel.

12:40 Lauvitel. Good. Not good camping though: stony. No cafe; private chalets. Some rain. Recharge watch.

2: off. 3: rest 1740. 5:15: 2300 m. What would be a nice camping spot maybe 100 m under col. Slow going.

[GPS: Lac Lauvitel to col du Vallon; 6k +1000 m]: Col: 2540. Hmm wasn't quite expecting that much. About 6? Rest and recharge watch. Views of lake & cloudy Muzelle. Then down. [GPS: Col du Vallon to ref M to bivvi]: Many zigs. Refuge about 7. Dinner is of course in progress, sit outside. Sheep baa. Other side of lake is permitted camping and... 14 well spaced tents. Can see up across to tomorrow's col.

Get a glass of red wine and am lighter by 4€, literally, which is good. A jewish fam turns up: girls long skirts boys skullcaps ma+pa similar. Around 8:30 go across - its about 10 min - and easily find a nice pitch so setup. I need to work this out properly, this time I've made it a bit low. Snooze, then brush teeth and settle for the night. Stars and clouds. Note tarp held up by ski stick: I don't have a proper tent.

Wed 2nd: [pix]: sleep well snooze and when I finally get up it is nearly 8. View: bivvi towards col. Wx: dry, half cloud, shaded here. Pack up, all is dry, and across to refuge because I intend to stash pack and climb up to the Roche Percee [GPS]. Eat a couple of oatcakes - that seems to be all for b'fast - and up. Same path as for Glacier de la Muzelle which I consider but reject: I'm feeling slow today and my walk up shows it. RP is worth seeing but hard to photo. Mtn opp (Tete de la Muraillette) reflects beautifully in still blue lake.

10 ish: back to ref, cafe 2€ which regrettably recovers some change. Sun. Look inside. There are 6 beds in the main salle.

[GPS: Refuge de la Muzelle to col of the same, 3k +500 m]: 10:30 off. Skirt lake head up, slowly. 11:30: 2400 m rest. There is signal :-). Grind up.

Col 2600 m 12:10 just outside book time. Sun but windy. Fine views back and ahead. Have some cheese (Tesco finest Comte) and some oatcakes. Off 12:40.

[GPS: Col de la Muzelle to Valsenestre, 7k]: Well, its a long way down and looks a bit of a slag heap (pic, from gite, from which lacets are more obvious). End in Gite Valsenestre 1296 m so 1300+ down. Left knee slightly feeling it but better after rest. Became hot descending in sun in dry valley but at bottom into shade. GR heads straight up again but Valsenestre is only half hour away and I'd like to visit. Small place - hameau - but nice gite with shady courtyard so arrive 3 and sit there all afternoon with biere then cafe then red wine. Skip dinner but have shower v nice. Bed in 6 person dortoir.

Note: 20 min down from GR and 10 min up from hameau is a "bivouac permis" area; shade and sun under pines but no facilities, but there's public loos and water in Valsenestre. Which is a small place, well cared for but very quiet outside the gite.

Tomorrow: could follow GR 1000 m up over col or could follow road / path to La Chapelle en Valjouffrey which I'd quite like to see. But its 10 k, and then 10 k more in the main valley. Ah, choices. And then… ref Font Turbat?

Oh tedious power news: I was down to 30% phone and 50% power pack but now recharged. Note: watch charging is less than 1% for charge but doesn't want to go to 100%.

And so to bed at 9. Dortoir pleasant with 3 sets of bunk beds all clean tidy and well cared for. 

Thurs 3rd: [pix] sleep well bar a "snorrer" late on. Alarm 5:50 and am technically first to b'fast but not first to leave. Remember to pay! Should have last night. €37 for bed, b'fast biere cafe vin. Bowl muesli slice bread+honey bol cafe oj yoghurt. Overnight rain, I think I heard it as falling asleep but not heavy. Time to go… on the way out, chapel; inside. Pic: distant view of Valsenestre on the way up to the col.

[GPS: to col] Off 7 col du Cote Belle 9:40. Book time 3h so good: also feeling fresher. Path is good all the way. Near the top 2160 ish are weird slate seams. To the R a giant slatey scar has been mined? 

Top is level soft grass. Wx: ¾ cloud, and some clouds below in valleys. 

Views across S side to… Tete du Clotonnet 2835 and below hidden the val Bonne. Cloud fills valley, blows up to me and covers me, blows away, and ten mins later the valley is mostly clear. Chill though. 10:10 gps recharged and off. [GPS: Col to le Desert] Views across, good, not sure if I'm going that way (I'm not: due S is col de Vaurze; I turn left (east) at the bottom to Font Turbat).

11:50: brief pause by stream at 1400 m. Path down not quite as nice as up. Butterflies. Flowers. I'm in trainers for all this good except must not bash toes on rocks. High up above: grassy col and its rock tower.

12:05: down. Le Desert is small but bigger than VS, stop in Resto to… wait out the noonday heat likely: sky is now clear blue.

I'm looking at a roof, which like so many around here has bars across to stop the snow just sliding off. And I recall Pugin's justification for roof pitch in England - i.e. steep, steeper than Italy - is because it is steep enough to avoid snow build up.

Several groups outside cafe in shade. I look at map and "confirm" that I'll go to Font Turbat but sigh. Frenchman next to me takes the conversational opening with "trop de choix" or somesuch and we talk for a while in F before sliding into English on the word "waterproof". 2:45: pay €6 - carte i.e. phone, since the mysterious shortage of monnaie continues - and off. On the way out: public lavoir with little bookshelf, ncie. Signpost. But only a little way to the national park entrance and shade, to while away an hour and let the sun decline a little. Its actually slightly on the cool side in shade. 3h up, apparently. Very quiet: only two cars at le parking. View: dry grass silver birch and through them skyline of distant Olan. Sign for FT (more). Another view upwards.

I read M's metta poem / hymn at lunch. I have opinions (no!). Principally that the care-for-all is not possible, and is not desirable as a goal. In the struggle of Capitalism and Socialism I'm with C, to simplify perhaps too far.

In half an hour several groups pass, probably light walkers for the cascade de la Pisse. Glance to left: oh, an apiary. Lots of hives in the hot hot sun.

[GPS: to Font Turbat] To ref Font Turbat just after 7, 3:15 total, book time. Nice walk up: see pix. Initially flatish in deep valley in trees; grass cut to hay then wilder at the end. Some huge boulders. Starting to slow a little towards the end. 

Wx changed from sun to cloud around 6. Ref is the same small homely place I recall though Mme is somewhat sharp; chickens still. Outside, as I arrive, music: a six piece local folk band (2 accod, 2 flute (traverse), bass, lute ("bazouk"?) leading) "pour guincher". They're ok. They are just outnumbered by the audience. Pic with mountain background. 10-15 mins and in for dinner (them) and register and sit quietly in a corner and stroke the cat (me).

Mme is very concerned to be sure that I have a "sac a viande" which I finally remember is a sleeping bag liner. Dortoir 2 has space; pick one by window. Post dinner the tables are pulled back and they play inside, a Greek theme this time including singing. See pix. I was prepared for horrors but actually it's quite a pleasant way to spend an evening. Though I feel their voice tuning is somewhere on the Greek peasant side. Possibly the flutes too. Lastly (vid fragment) what might be an English song: rose?

Post dinner: shower. €4 but worth it once I work out how to turn on the hot.

Finish book: DLS: Clouds of Witness. Sort-of a crime-writer's suicide note. Rigourously implausible in every respect, new matter thrown in from nowhere, a bizarre trans-atlantic flight (pub 1927), and the tween-the-wars aristocracy losing out to American millionaire. Incidentally: that Mary would elope on same night as Cathcart dies is only about 1:20 so not wildly improbable; but exact timing is; as well as that two such incidents would happen. But her chapter-head mottoes are interesting and speak of breeding.

Hymn: reste avec nous seigneur.

Fri 4th: [pix] b'fast is set for 7:30 which was fine by me so no alarm and wake 7:45 after odd dream that ended with me climbing a tree-sculpture with fish in it that flopped down (I was worried about them) and then a wide-mouthed fish (with those inward pointing teeth) that had caught a wide metal box.

Anyway: b'fast: 2x bol cafe slice rough bread butter homemade jam 2x slice hard cheese ceral yoghurt. Wx: cleared last night to nice sunset (I went out to look for signal no luck). Now in cloud but likely valley cloud so may clear. Brief convo with one of the musiciennes: beginning with language-negotiation in Fr settling on Fr. Cute little book: "Refuge: on vous donne les cles" about refs, etiquette, and so on for those who have never been. Source of the pedalling marmottes cartoon.

9:10: off to lac de Pissous [GPS] "hors sentier". Can see. Sometimes. 9:45 cross stream 2320 path vague orange arrow far side. Lac 10:40. Smaller than I remember. Nearly dry and on this day, deeply unexciting, just a waypoint. Also 20m down so don't. Some clearings of cloud show Breche d'Olan but this late on it isn't appealling; needs more snow. Chill; descend. More tantalising clearings show back to Souffles and down to Ref but not at same time. Harebells.

Back 11:50. Sun. Passed two guys who had yesterday done ?Col Turbat? which was "somewhat harder" than lac. GPS height goes mad. Looking, from Ref, it looks errm tricky but doubtless rock not as steep as it appears. Cafe+tarte citron. Refuge pix: reception; dortoir; chickens; d'hiver.

[GPS: down to le Desert] Off 1 (ref from just below). Faint rain. 

Stare at Col T but can't see it. Looking back upvalley. Down 3:20 pleasant but long. To bar Ecrins to ponder.

[GPS: almost to Souffles, last bit] Village has aire-de-bivouac but decide to go up, 4:20. Wx looks ok. Down over river then up, initially between "walls" of stone cleared from fields. Path is irritatingly steep, so I'm on my toes. Then it flattens a little, we head L away from "narrow" and somewhat evil looking valley which is nice as I'm wondering about some kind of bivvi place. 1h and I'm at 1700 so good progress but rain starts put on coat. A few latecomers descending. Push on up. Pass quasi-good spot: corner between boulders at 2100 but… its too early, it is raining, the valley feels off. Up. Pass Shepherdess fully wrapped up slowly leading her flock down; dogs not of Eng type bulkier. Put on thin gloves. Gets inc windy near top, intermittent rain, path is tiny slate flakes just on the edge of slippery but actually ok. Pass rapidly over, wind vanishes on far side whew. Stop to put on fleece gloves on top and down jacket under coat cos was feeling distinctly cold. Rough stone bivvi circles half hour down but no stream. On.

3h 7:15 to Col Vaurze, 2500m. V windy coming to top, but still on far side whew. Souffles is somewhere down there leftwards...

To Souffles just before 9, which is later than I expected. I swear the col said 1:30 and I didn't dawdle. Path is good. Was getting a bit grim... rain, admittedly light but still gets in the way. Light slowly fading. Feet getting wet because I'm in trainers and they are nothing proof rsp in grass.

They give me a mattress-on-floor in dortoir because they're full. There is an aire de bivouac 50 m away but being inside is nice. I set out to be a fair-weather camper; tonight is marginal and I would if obliged. Wine-cheese-shower.

Sat 5th: [pix] b'fast 7. Outside clear skies above and cloud below, promising. I need to work out where to go... Slept ok, some late noise and some snoring. Souffles is a small hut, friendly, just under 2000m, expects bivouacers who use loos etc freely; and has a poor taste in gnomes.

8: charging phone, looking out of window as upflowing cloud battles descending sun. Maybe I go to Ref Olan (4:30 sez sign). 10 mins later: cloud winning. When does the sun come to the hut? I ask Monsieur. He guesses 9:30. Hmm. Would be nice to set off in sun and I am not in a hurry.

8:30: sun now beating cloud. Difference in feel: if sun, I could lounge in deckchair but without it is cold and damp. M. is wrong: sun arrives 8:45 so sit in it, having wiped chair and found towel.

[GPS: Ref S to Ref Olan] Off… 9:40? To lac Lautier 2360. 10:50. Lovely. Tiny faint tendrils of cloud blow across. Would be fine bivvy spot. Prev: views back over today and yesterday: col in far distance. View down to val of Gaudemar. Swim? No, its cold and the day is not yet hot. Off 11:15.

My shoes, being made of tissue paper, wet easily but also dry quickly. They also let in fine sand. 11:30 col de Colombes 2410 m. Fine viewpoint. The track on, l'Olan and I think les Rouies with fresh snow.

Pas de l'Olan 2680 1:10. A stiff pull up after all the lovely traversing. GPS jitters at 2300. Just past the col: 2 alpinists, abbing off.

Down. Soon see Ref below. And la Chapelle. And valley S. Plateau crossed by streams just above Ref is lovely. Behind is cirque of Cime du Vallon not very prominent 3406.

Ref 2:20. Inside. Browse Oisans Nouveau Oisans Sauvage. Quiet. Flop in deckchair in sun and ponder. Will probably descend but could bivvy on plateau; it is even marked for it. Views down and across superb: la Chapelle, the little valley up to Vieux Chaillol 31ish. This seems to be a more "serious" hut: actual ropes, piolets and rock shoes are seen. Also somewhat bigger. Recharge power pack a bit. Outside, appreciate views across some more.

[GPS: Ref O to la Chapelle in Valgaudemar] Snooze. Watch bods trogging up. Decide to descend. Its a close one but seems a shame not to use so lovely a pm. And so down, 6:40. Pic of village from above. The path is good but its 1250m descent so does get a little wearysome towards the end. And then 500m into the village. Find… camping; resto; another resto; alimentation! and another camping but more expensive. Wait outside ali for queue to go down.

On way down: at 1860 path crosses stream with plunge-pool so I plunge. With trepidation: it is cold; and then again for the camera.

Buy: melon, yoghurt, nectarine, abricot x 2, oj, comte, and spinach parcels de champsaur. Make half hearted effort at cafe but bars are doing dinner. So to first - cheaper - campsite, register €7, sit at picnic table and eat. Yum. Charge up stuff. Shower. Read. Setup 9:30 with new A-frame theory and so to bed 9:50 facing last of sunset.

Sun 6th: [pix] air mattress comfy again so sleep well. No snorrers! Night still, starry, moon. Neighbours stir - car door - before me. Up 7:30, light on hills but not here, then a moment later there is. My tarp is at the back, just behind and R or the woamn in red.

To town for cafe, on whim get bread - small baguette - and croissant. "Les Glaciers" for cafe. Opposite the boulodrome. There's a navette estival up valley but I shall walk. Once I've worked out where to, um. Quick DuoL boost now I have signal but I fear for my diamond status.

LCeV: nice place. Best hotel looks like Mont Olan. My nice camping was les Marines.

[GPS: lCeVG to Ref du Clot] Leave 9:20 I think, would have been better earlier but ah well a choice of pleasures. Path pleasantly shaded between hot harvested fields.

10: le Casset over olde bridge slightly off route for cafe. Leaving laC slightly tricky but got there 2nd try. Find gite second try after going into someone's net curtain… "ce n'est pas grave"; although even now I'm not entirely sure I didn't end up in some nice old lady's back garden, and she decided to humour me.

A swallowtail. Beehives dream in the sun. Path shadowed. Le Bourg camping; perhaps a bit rough. Opposite: interesting towers.

12: Ref du Clot / Xavier Blanc 1397m. I think I go on to Gioberney then Pigeonnier 24xx. Coffee. Browse leaflet to remind myself where the GR goes and what the options are. Having no fixed path is all very well but it does need choices.

Metta: him: happiness. Me: no: flourishing, freedom. But he is thinking personally, me of govt. 2nd cause: desire-for-things-to-be-other. Him: let go, accept. Me: world would be poor place if we all did that. Wisdom-beyond-words: what does this mean? No-exact-trans: does this mean anything? Desire to brighten whole world: really? Back to prev: to whom does it extend: people you pass in the street, shop assistants? MacMurray dist int & reason, R is higher, I is wot? Not in his wiki. Appears to assert that fear is never rational.

[GPS: le Clot to Gioberney] Off 1:30: have to be reminded to pay! On far side of Ref little camping places. Path lovely by river through trees. I chase a swallowtail for a bit trying to photo it but fail. Colchique. Looking upvalley; I'm not going that way yet. Pic: looking back at a turn of the road at about 1520m; le Clot is not-quite-visible mid-right, behind the being-colonised-by-trees scree.

To C-H Gioberney. Big, popular for lunch. They have a famous waterfall. Biere. Signal: check Rowbridge :-). Windy. 3: off. Am astonished by how much people can eat. Pic: looking back to Gioberney; across and distant is le Sirac, but that's a few days away.

4: path split 2022 (from map; gps being fickle). To E is les Bans, it seems. Sun but cool wind. Path split is to lac du Lauzon so should be quieter now. Pic: enticing; from just above Gioberney; I'm heading up slightly leftish near the stream.

[GPS: Gioberney to Pigeonnier] Ref 5 (can be seen from ~200 m below) passing slow laden woman a bit before, who turns out to be German I saw at Marines camping. Guardian is shocked, I tell you shocked, that I haven't reserved on a Sunday night so I offer to bivvi but it's fine: I somewhat impulsively assert alpinist type intent so am in the A dortoir with two others, b'fast at 4, joy. Meantime a petit pichet of rouge.

Nice refuge (with little lake; vue generale). Renouvellé with big picture windows and spacious salle, salle a rechaude with gas cooker provided (leaflet). Outside, oddly, is a small tent (not bivvi, there's an area for that a little below) with a note saying the parc permits it. Guardian shows me round! Make use of outside solar charger for watch. Another disappointing just-not-cold shower :-).

Metta: it-*is*-what-Confucius-calls-jen: a central point: is it something Bhuddist, or is it a thing in all humans that some cultures choose to take more notice of? It must be the latter, so we return to the special-nanes stuff. Transcend subj-obj duality: does this have a meaning?

Slightly woozy from two whole glasses of red. Sit & read in A dortoir a bit. Pick my window bed. Come back to put empty glass away, and nice chat to the young German. Poor thing she has lugged a tent all the way up here; its her first time in a refuge. Try "The curse of Yig" as light bedtime reading. A mistake.

Mon 7th: [pix] up 6:30 ( there was some confusion about 4 am) b'fast off 7:35 sun 8:15 2660 sez gps. In big boots for this bit. Back 10. I went too high… after a bit the paths are hard to follow. Need to traverse further across, and probably better earlier with more snow. But also, need axe/cramp & rope. High point ~28xx [GPS: above Pigeonnier] around the lower snow patches.

Heading S next will be hors carte. Chabourneou then Vallonpierre I think. Clear blue, but cool: there was fresh ice close above my high point in stream. Off 10:55 just as first ascendeur arrives.

[GPS: P to abri to shepherd's shelter] 11:45: abri Vaccivier 2118 in a big cirque. Under a huge rock a la Shelter Stone but tall and thin. 12:20 ish Cab de Gioberney - a berger's private cottage - just nearby plle. over stream and sit against rock on far bank for lunch - last of VG baguette - and rest.

Tiriere, 2240, ruined, 3:20; pic from nearby looking back towards Rouies. Now down. Fine views of le Sirac; of the Pigeonnier cirque; of back down VG.

[GPS: to Vallonpierre, nearly; and last bit] 4:30: rest by river. 2h to Vallonpierre says a sign. I think I missed the path to Chabourneou, somewhere up above, possibly when I was talking to that chap who was looking for it... but I'm not entirely sure I intended to go there. Possibly a shame as it might have been possible to "traverse" to it. Indeed this was a somewhat confusing day, without a map. At some point I saw another swallowtail and managed to get a pic this time.

7: ref Vallonpierre, just as well I skipped Chab. Getting there, while a good path with views, is slow and frustrating: can't see it till within 50 level m, since it is over a lip, don't know how high it is (2271) and gps is out anyway. And its not the goatshed. Anyway, all v nice but its full and since wx is lovely I don't push.

Lurk a bit and recharge, then explore and find douche solaire! Not warm but does lower half. Read in boot room a bit while convivial dinner is ongoing then head out and on little eminence find spot setup by 9. Still exploring how to setup tarp. Rock at foot end raises it v usefully. Could do same with ski stick?

On plain is large flock of sheep, I hear them quietly baaing and bell-tinkling; and sometimes their dogs.

Tues 8th: [pix]  Slept well, lay abed a bit hoping for sun but no. The light comes earlier to the other side of the hut where the other tents were. But all is dry, no dew, so pack quickly, brief morsel of cheese, and off via hut since path goes over its terasse. Pic: refl in lake. 

[GPS to Chaumette, part 1 and part 2] Off 8 (view back) col 9 (pano below) second col Gouiran 2597 10. Rest. Third col to go… Far side is quite wastelandy, as is for second col. I hadn't quite realised I'd be climbing so much.

3rd: col de la Valette 2669. Whew. 11. Coming down, not far above Chaumette:

12:50: Ref du Pre la Chaumette. 1805. Biere, and tarte au myrtilles inside cos its hot out but maybe too cool in. Wx remains cloudless. "Espresso" which isn't really but comes with sugar cubes. More distant view.

What to do… having sat out noon, obvs? Can push on up over Cavalles to Vallouise… 3h to col 3h far side perhaps. Or stroll down valley to… les Fermonds. I'm about out of food so a shop would be nice. I've lost my thin black fleecy gloves sometime this morning. Stuffing them into a trouser pocket was silly.

[GPS: to Borels and back] Off 2, having decided on "stroll". Les Auberts (the head of road parking) 3:15. 6k to les Fermonds, which is a long way for a "stroll". Quite hot, fine in shade, lets hope for it, and a shame I forgot I have a parasol. Beehives and more. 3:45 les Clots just a few houses and a water grough. Disappointment in Les Borels 4:35 just a not v sympa gite no epicerie; and on the way back at les Gondoulins too. But! Just above les G nice chap gives me lift all the way to parking, going past his point; v kind. 5:15. Then about 1:30 trudge (up the "track"side this time) gets me back. All in all rather disappointing - not even any signal. I can't quite decide whether I was dumb to try, and should just have relaxed in the sun; or if it is worth it, for having explored. The nature of exploration is, after all, to be exploratory with no guarantee of success. But! Things look up a bit. Get tarte aux framboises, verre rouge, and a douche jeton. The douche is - at last - on the hot side of warm. I am refreshed.

The valley: on the whole not desperately interesting. Best feature is the wide plain of the river in places. Of the hut: fine; spacious salle; coin rechaude; comfy sofa.

8: head off to bivvi. There are quite a few tents above the refuge, pick a quiet edge. It is covered by colchique.

Wed 9th: [pix] [GPS: Chaumette to Vallouise] up 7:30 (bivvi) off 8 first col (Pas de la Cavale 2735) 10:30. Another sunny day though climb up was shaded. 11: traverse to col de l'Aup Martin slightly higher. The valley we don't go down from Cavale looks lovely (GR54A to Argentiere la Besse). Brief rest.

Note: GPS: from this point on the GPS traces are on my phone, which has the advantage of not running out and leading to multiple traces per day. Also, it uploads better. I think it drains a bit more battery, but overall is worth it. Also, it allows me to see where I am as I go along, which is rather useful.

I have several pictures of lovely but rather bleak and lonely landscapes (e.g. this) but I'd be guessing as to whether they are looking back or forward, so I'll show you the below, which is definitely looking back to the shaley slopes of the Aup Martin.

11:45: to stream after the steep descent (logs strapped in to make ledges on the greasy slatey scraps).  Wash socks which were really very smelly, a top since I can. 2450. 12:30: off.

1:30: 2140. Cirque to L. Passed herd of donkeys and of sheep. And several people asking how far to top. 2: abri randoneur. Small but well looked after. Table, sleeping platform, cooking stuff even gas. Tea, coffee, sugar. 3:10. Stop in one of the many "plunge pools" of the river. Screw up courage and dip. But no pic, sorry.

In years before… I came here (i.e. the Vallouise-les-Bans valley) on the way to les Bans, and looked out over the bridge that I wasn't crossing and wondered what was up that pleasant looking valley. Well now I know: its a long way. And there is no shade for most of it: if you're heading up, start early.

3:40: buvette. Pelforth. Into shade. After that its down the road for quite a while but its quiet. No attempt to hitch but someone stops anyway :-). Say politely no. Because I am determined to walk. More beehives. Mostly shade; after a bit cross to S side of river (at Pont des Places; there's a cheapo unsupervised campsite there with few visitors but it sprawls out under the pines loadsa space); on path, more shade. Horseriders! Then it really isn't much further. Go down the little lane past Trolls with the tiny eater channels still gurgling. Some well-tended plots. Nearly there!

6: les Vallois. Allongé, gather breath and strength: I really am quite tired I find now I stop. Booking.com says they have no rooms so I try asking and they have, hurrah, I'd really not walk any further today. Pic: tres belle (and now pleasingly familiar) vue de ma chambre.

Room (21, 2nd floor, v good) and go for swim. Refreshing. Go under, do a few lengths, float, relax. Room, shower, wash smelly socks (the "inner" pair), down to dinner at 7 and have Saucisse de choux, which is what I had last time, though they've changed the style a bit. Still good and more food than I've had in the last two days probably literally. Creme brulee, then allongé.

Here ends part 1. Tomorrow is a rest day. Stay tuned for part 2, which at the present rate of progress will appear in a month.