
Saturday, 10 May 2025
Book review: Helliconia Winter

Saturday, 3 May 2025
Peaks 2025: Stanage and Froggatt



Wednesday, 30 April 2025
Book review: Aquinas, by Copleston

There is little of the true philosophic spirit in Aquinas. He does not, like the Platonic Socrates, set out to follow wherever the argument may lead. He is not engaged in an inquiry, the result of which it is impossible to know in advance. Before he begins to philosophize, he already knows the truth; it is declared in the Catholic faith. If he can find apparently rational arguments for some parts of the faith, so much the better; if he cannot, he need only fall back on revelation. The finding of arguments for a conclusion given in advance is not philosophy, but special pleading. I cannot, therefore, feel that he deserves to be put on a level with the best philosophers either of Greece or of modern times.
Notes
Monday, 28 April 2025
Book review: The Bloody Sun

At one point, struck by the heavily male-centric story and the way the female characters lack any independent agency, I went to check that MZB was actually female - "Marion" can be a male name, though rarely. But no, she really is female, so I don't think we can directly blame the patriacrchy.
So skipping all that, the main item of interest to a disinterested observer is the interaction of the Earth-tech society with the Darkover-psi society. This is weighted about as heavily in favour of Darkover as you could: Earth just maintains a toehold, doesn't attempt to coerce Darkover, is happy to take in Darkover refugees (there's a plaintive bit towards the end where one of the characters notices that whenever people are likely to get killed, their refuge is Earth), and so on. And yet Darkover is still losing: their psi is, for whatever reason, in retreat; and their Towers are failing because of their ridiculous tribal rules. When they discuss why they want to keep their funny little ways instead of being just another boring Earth colony about the best they can come up with is not liking pollution; even I could do better than that. In this book, somewhat implausibly, the hereditary psi-lords justify their lordship by how much they help the populace, which is in awe of them. And yet even that isn't good enough. One of the services they provide is "relay screens" for the transmission of messages, but - well, obviously - that's a pretty poor second to a mobile phone.
Turning to the social side, notice how completely stuck in the mud Our Hero - who thinks he is an Earthman, and who has actually been brought up on Earth - is. Every social situation that differs in any way from middle class America of the '60s brings out in him rage, confusion, and a total inability to cope. Oh, and the other amusing point: he has fallen into the society of telepaths1 but again and again, a hapless victim of the needs of the plot, he comes out of a situation realising - duh - that they've been reading his mind all along.
Notes
1. Oddly, they have no convention of not reading the minds of non-telepaths without consent, which seems rude to me. Also, despite presumably reading each other's minds, they have perfectly normal conversations, and there's not even a gesture - as Asimov was good enough to put into Second Foundation - to "this is what it would have been, had they been speaking".
Friday, 25 April 2025
Cornwall 2025

Friday: drive down starting at 6 am taking James; we've both got quite a bit of stuff so it is just as well no-one is in the back seats; arrive about 3 and set up tents before the rain sets in again. The campsite (Trevaylor Caravan & Camping Park) is good, lovely grass better than my lawn, the toilet block is good and so are the showers, and there's a conservatory to sit in which even has power sockets.
Rain returns so I abandon any plans to climb today, and anyway James is an outdoor novice so it is better to wait for others. GD and others return perhaps ~5, having done Alison Rib at Bosigran; they've booked dinner in the Trewellard Arms so I do too and drive them there; and a decent fish+chips it is too.
And so back, a brief sit and read, and then to bed. It turns out that the tent doesn't survive continuous rain very well; happily I have a bivvy bag to keep off the drips and my inflatable mat to keep me off the wet floor. I already knew the tent was non-optimal in non-dry conditions but this is a bit much; it needs reproofing, or I need to learn how to pitch it properly - though I think I have -, or we need a new tent.
Saturday: Wx looks good, we'll head to Bosigran because that dries nicely and is safe for everyone. No-one is feeling terribly bold so we're mostly on the VD/S end of things, though I think GD and friends went up the top pitch of Venusberg, having VD'd their way that high as the bottom pitch looked seep-y. James, who I've ended up climbing with, and I do Oread HVD and Alison Rib D, both nice, after teaching him how to tie a figure of eight. Laurence, nearby, watches over him belaying me; happily I'm not feeling worried about either climb. We - or was it I? - then start to get more ambitious with Doorway, S, and multi-pitch. But James isn't happy even on the quite generous ledge that Doorway gives you on the short scrambly pitch 2, so I ab him off. I then briefly - well, actually, perhaps for half an hour - consider joining Elen and Chris on Ledge Climb VD, but eventually decide it is better if I ab off myself. That concludes the climbing for the day. Back at the campsite I and some others cook, since I don't want a pub meal every day; and then join the others in the local The Queen's Arms.
Pic: Elen belaying Chris up In-Between VD; Oread is the arete just to the left; James in the foreground. The harder stuff - Anvil Chorus and so on - is off to the left.
Sunday: after much discussion we mysteriously converge on Pordenack as the place to go; I've never been there. James and I arrive a little late as he lost his helmet at Bosigran and we go and fruitlessly look for it; and then when we walk out to the point I remember I've forgotten to pay for parking so go back to Land's End, fortunately not far; and when I get back various including Nick and Josie are coming back, finding the descent below "the squeeze" unfriendly; and since the sea isn't dead calm or the tide dead low, some of the cliff isn't accessible. Brief discussion and we head for Sennen instead, which is fine by me, I have happy memories of Sennen.
Pic: slightly distorting pano of the "main bay" at Sennen; you see the ab rope; it is possible to walk in from the right (as seen on this pic) but it is a fair way round. Perhaps I should have done it at some point to get it onto the GPS trace.
I lead Intermediate Route HVD to Nick; then I think Nick lead Black Slab; and then we added James and I lead Corner Climb. By then the day was aging as were we, and I decided not to push for Demo Route, lovely as it looked. And I was somewhat tired.
I fly my drone a bit; some views of the cliffs; a flight half way to the lighthouse before I lose my nerve.
Ringing the changes again we had dinner at the chippy in Sennen, well I sponged off Elen's excess chips as I'd remembered to bring lunch today. And so back for a pint at the Queen's Arms, but not two as I didn't want to keep getting up in the night again.
Monday: wx again good, somewhat unexpectedly, but Nick is off early, GD etc are for Avon, and I forget the others. So I go for a walk down to the coast then to Cape Cornwall; and James and I leave at 11:30 ish, perhaps not the best time as the traffic is not joyous; we get back to Cambridge sometime around 9 pm.
Wednesday, 23 April 2025
Climbing posts
Misc: new rope and slings; new boots; new coat and trousers; new watch; lightweight rope / rap cord and tarp.
* 2025: Peaks 2025: Stanage and Froggatt
* 2025: Cornwall 2025
* 2025: Peaks: Stanage
* 2025: Cairngorms: Return to Sneachda
* 2024: France 2024: Orsay, Chamonix, Argeles, Canal du Midi
* 2024: Ecrins 2024
* 2024: Peaks: Stanage and Froggatt
* 2023: France 2023 (walking in the Ecrins)
* 2023: Peaks: Stanage and Birchens
* 2022: Boxing Day at Horseshoe Quarry
* 2022: A trip to Pembroke with the 4C's
* 2022: Switzerland 2022 family holiday walking / climbing
* 2021: Switzerland 2021 solo
* 2021: July 2021: Lake District: Kendal
* 2020: Wales: Caernarfon, and the hills beyond walking
* 2020: Ecrins 2020 with D+E
* France 2019: Mt Blanc: Tete Rousse / Gouter
* France 2019: Couvercle and Pointe Isabella
* France 2019: Albert Premier (Aiguille du Tour; Tete Blanche, Petite Fourche)
* 2018: Summer 2018: Dolomites via ferrata
* 2018: A trip to the Lakes with D and E walking
* 2017: Ecrins 2017
* 2016: Ecrins solo
* 2016: Norway family walking
* 2015: The leaves of Chatsworth lie thick on the ground
* 2015: Stubai 2015 with D+J
* 2014: Stubai
* 2014: Stanage with Daniel and Jamie
* 2014: Chatsworth, old man
* 2013: Stanage, Youth
* 2013: Coire an t-Sneachda
* 2012: A short walk in the Stubai
* 2010: Stanage, youth
* 1996: A trip to the Cairngorms, 1996
Wednesday, 16 April 2025
Book review: If This is a Man / The Truce

Sunday, 13 April 2025
Book review: Fourth Consort

Friday, 11 April 2025
Book review: the Left Hand of God

Notes
Sunday, 6 April 2025
Peaks: Stanage
Morning
GPS. We warmed up on Chockstone Direct S 4a, which I lead (it's the obvious line 2-3 m to the left of D in this pic). We would have done a VDish thing, had one been conveniently available, but S was a good grade to start as it turned out; E and D followed. Then D leads us up Armchair Buccaneer HVS 5a, which again was a good choice. D has done very little trad leading, but the route takes friends and he managed to get them in, and with his reach and strength he had more margin on some of the sections I found close to my limits. E however found it a little beyond her limits. I notice that UKC votes it E1 5b.
Afternoon
GPS. D wanted something harder so top roped an E1 5b, Easter Rib, in his new shoes. E and I did the nice line of April Crack HS 4b and then Right-hand Trinity S 4b which has an awkward bulge at 2/3 height.
Here's D again, on his 5b, at the point where he has strayed a bit too far left off the rib onto a blank section. The woman in pale blue is in April crack; E is seen at the top belaying D. Hargreaves' Original VS 4c goes up the face further left. I slightly regret not trying that... maybe next time.
And then home; back around 9 after an uneventful drive.
Notes
1. For the low low price of £240, gadzooks.
Saturday, 22 March 2025
Book review: The Lion of Comarre and Against the Fall of Night, and Earthlight

Tuesday, 18 March 2025
Book review: the War with Hannibal

Saturday, 15 March 2025
Book review: the Clocks

Friday, 28 February 2025
Book review: Elephants Can Remember

Thursday, 20 February 2025
Book review: the Grand Titration

So we come to the fundamental question, why did modern science not arise in China? The key probably lies in the four factors: geographical, hydrological, social and economic. All explanations in terms of the dominance of Confucian philosophy, for instance, may be ruled out at the start, for they only invite the further question, why was Chinese civilization such that Confucian philosophy did dominate. Economic historians such as Wu Ta-Khun, Chi Chhao-Ting and Wittfogel, tell us that though Chinese and European feudalism were not unlike, when feudalism decayed in China, it gave place to an economic and social system totally different from anything in Europe: not mercantile, still less industrial, capitalism, but a special form which may be called Asiatic bureaucratism, or bureaucratic feudalism. As we have already seen above, the rise of the merchant class to power, with their slogan of democracy, was the indispensable accompaniment and sine qua non of the rise of modern science in the west. But in China the scholar-gentry and their bureaucratic feudal system always effectively prevented the rise to power or seizure of the State by the merchant class, as happened elsewhere.
This is the background, then, which alone enables us to say that there was no modern science in China because there was no democracy. Democracy of a sort there was, in so far as (in many dynasties at any rate) it was possible for a boy of whatever origin to become a great scholar (the village neighbours might club together to provide a tutor for him) and so take a high place in the official bureaucracy. Democratic, too, was the absence of hereditary positions of lordship, and democratic was, and still is, the psychological attitude of the commons within whom the four 'classes' (scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants) interchanged with considerable fluidity among one another. It explains the utter lack of the servility so noticeable in other peoples of the eastern hemisphere. But that particular sort of democracy associated with the rise of the merchants to power, that revolutionary democracy associated with the consciousness of technological change, that Christian, individualistic and representative democracy with all its agitating activity, which characterized the New Model Army, the Army of the Marseillaise, the Minute Men, the Floating Republic, the Dorset Martyrs, the Communards, the Sailors of Invergordon and Kronstadt, and the Motor-Cycle Battalions which took the Winter Palace that China never knew until our own day.
There is probably no other culture in the world where the conception of the civil service has become so deeply rooted. I myself had no idea of it when I first went to China, but you can find it everywhere there, even in the folk-lore. Instead of stories about heroes and heroines becoming kings or princesses, as in Europe, in China it is always a matter of taking a high place in the examina-tions and rising in the bureaucracy, or marrying an important official. This was, of course, the only way in which to acquire wealth. There is a famous saying (current till recently) that in order to accumulate wealth you must enter the civil service and rise to high rank (Ta kuan fa tshai). The accumulation of wealth by the bureaucracy was the basis of the phenomenon often described by Western people in China as 'graft', 'squeeze', and so on, and of which so many complained. The attitude of Westerners, however, has been prejudiced by the fact that in Europe religion and moral uprightness had a historical connection with that quantitative book-keeping and capitalism which had no counter-part in China. At no time in Chinese history were the members of the mandarinate paid a proper salary, as we should think natural in the West. There were constant efforts to do so, decrees were always being issued, but in point of fact it was never done, and the reason is probably because the Chinese never had a full money economy.
There cannot be much doubt (as we can now see) that the failure of the rise of the merchant class to power in the State lies at the basis of the inhibition of the rise of modern science in Chinese society. What the exact connection was between early modern science and the merchants is of course a point not yet fully elucidated. Not all the sciences seem to have the same direct con-nection with mercantile activity. For instance, astronomy had been brought to quite a high level in China. It was an orthodox' science there because the regulation of the calendar was a matter of intense interest to the ruling authority. From ancient times the acceptance of the calendar promulgated by the Emperor had been a symbol of submission to him. On account of a great sensitivity to the 'prognosticatory' aspect of natural phenomena, the Chinese had amassed long series of observations on things which had not been studied at all in the West, for example auroras. Records of sun-spots had been kept by the Chinese, who must have observed them through thin slices of jade or some similar translucent material, long before their very existence was suspected in the West. It was the same with eclipses, which were supposed to have a fortunate or antagonistic effect on dynastic events. Then there were the 'unorthodox' sciences, for example alchemy and chemistry, which were always associated with Tao-ism. Neither astronomy nor chemistry could enter the modern phase, however, in the Chinese environment.
Monday, 17 February 2025
Book review: Murder in Mesopotamia

Notes
Tuesday, 11 February 2025
You! I wanna take you to a towbar!

Book review: Funeral in Berlin

Thursday, 6 February 2025
Book review: Cat Among the Pigeons

The story background - revolution in an unspecified middle eastern kingdom, and some missing jewels - is all a bit hackneyed but at least it isn't rich Americans. The setting of a country girl's school is nice although it does feel like a very small school.
Once the fundamental premise is accepted, British Intelligence does a rather poor job: three teachers are slaughtered, and a four badly wounded possibly fatally at the end, despite their having a man on the scene at all times.
I didn't guess the answer, at least in part because I wasn't trying very hard. But AS's succession of short jobs, and a conveniently sick mother, was arousing even my suspicions.
What was never explained was the implausible coincidence of someone just happening to be in the hotel room next door out in Ramat. I think something is needed there; it would have to be something around AS spying on Bob or the like... meh, I'm not sure. Quite what AS was supposed to be doing out there is never specified. Also, as a supposedly pro international hit woman, I'm a bit suspicious about single-shot-to-kill; wouldn't std.practice be a couple more shots: it is surely hard to be certain, especially in the dark.
The "Miss Blanche was killed when she attempted to blackmail the killer" red herring is a bit dodgy too: Miss B is extorting loadsamoney, and yet a hired killer isn't obviously rich - if you were, why would you stay in the job - but is obviously dangerous.
At the end, AS shoots Chaddy and as she lies possibly mortally wounded - but happily silent - on the floor Poirot goes into a long spiel explaining the situation. Once that important matter is over Chaddy can be attended to. We also learn that Chaddy killed Miss V by hitting her with a sandbag, an astonishing feat for an old woman which no-one remarks on. One thinks of the oh-so-many other novels when characters manage to merely knock out others with a sandbag, and yet here death occurs on the first blow. What's more, there's a convenient golf club nearby, the supposed murder weapon, and yet a complete absence of any pathologist's report into blood, or matted hair, on the golf club; or anything about the indentation in the head. So what this really is, is a badly done red herring.
The abduction of Shaista is a better red herring; I had S tagged as the killer, and still think it would have been better if she had been.
Saturday, 25 January 2025
Christmas 2024
It was the usual pleasant time; I won't analyse it in any detail, just pull out some pix. The full set is here.
The children around the tree. Mother's tree in the front garden.
Christmas day meal was as ever. The bringing of the pudding. Mother in state. The Rulez. My morning half in just under 2 hours, alone this time.
Boxing Day to RNLT for lunch then a walk around the mystical Five Standing Stones of MuW. Photo by M (proof she came). It was all too much for some.
On the Saturday we went home we were going to Parkrun but it was closed-for-mud. So we did our own. Finish order: D, Toby <gap>, me, Lara <gap>, Rob, Miranda. Nina went over the fields with the dogs.
Our faithful cat was waiting at home to greet us.
DE and I walked to Ely and the cathedral on a cold frosty but lovely day that was so cold people were skating. E and I didn't find time for the Backs because she is a busy little thing, but I did scull.
For New Year's Eve to Mfd+J. And in the end, Mfd+J finished the puzzle. Indeed, the Ely walk was after NYD, but I think the puzzle makes a nicer last pic.
Thursday, 23 January 2025
New rope

New slings
Notes
Refs
Wednesday, 22 January 2025
Book review: Horse Under Water

Saturday, 18 January 2025
Book review: the Unforsaken Hiero

Wednesday, 15 January 2025
Book review: Shogun

Although Blackstone is the key figure in the book - pretty well everything is shown from his viewpoint - his actual role in events is quite small. He saves Toranaga a couple of times, but so might any close retainer; he represents a fleet-in-not-quite-being threat to the Portugese "Black Ship" but not any actual threat; and so on. His main function is to mindlessly object to every tiny cultural difference he is presented with.
In the 2024 TV series Toronaga is generally presented as cunningly working out his plan (although mostly by being blank faced and staring off into the distance) which eventually does work out. In the book it is much clearer that he is winging it: repeatedly delaying on the off chance that something will turn up. This is in some ways less inspiring, but then again it makes his desire to avoid wasting vast number of lives clearer.
Overall, the book is too long. It really doesn't have 1k+ pages of things to say. But it is mostly well enough written though with occasional tells; for example, putting a mute as the lookout is kinda wacky.
Wiki thinks that the book is telling us that the samurai way is superior to the West. But the samurai acceptance of death is propped up by the Shinto belief in rebirth after 40 days. Without that, you can't have the culture. He mostly handles the rigidly caste-based culture by hiding the lower classes from us; they seldom do anything other than bow head-to-the-ground when their superiors go by. And in the end their system fell part in the face of superior Yankee tech.
Thursday, 9 January 2025
New thin RonHill coat
