Thursday 12 August 2021

Switch to volume 5

As previously advertised, having gone beyond the 2,500 posts which I think a reasonable limit, this having taken around four years, it is time to move to the next volume, that is to say reference 1. Another four slots after that have been booked, which should be more than enough!

This despite the fact that I am not very happy with the new template.

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References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/.

Its not all over

Following my post about the missing FT graphic earlier in the week, it has sprung back into life again. Which is the good news.

The bad news is that we are into a fourth surge, albeit a fairly muted one at the moment. But not muted for the rest of Asia, that is to say Asia less Europe, the Middle East and India. Is most of this SE Asia? Is Russia included? Not thought to check before as they were doing OK until recently. Rest of Europe and Latin America still high, although Latin America is doing better than it was. Africa as high as it has been, although in terms of cumulative total, still doing a lot better than India, with roughly the same population.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/08/its-all-over.html.

Bastides

Following the Bastides Experience noticed at reference 1, back at it again a week or so ago, with a slightly different version of the sausage. Even more heritage-full than the last one. Not that there was any choice: Waitrose's stocking of such seems to be quite capricious, at least in their not very big Epsom store.

With more including a net as well as the hard to remove casing. Didn't bother with beef tomatoes on this occasion, and as BH had claimed all along, you would be hard put to tell the difference. I imagine I would have failed a blind trial.

Under construction, with this snap being taken just about thirty minutes after the first and probably a couple of hours after operations started. Potatoes on board, on this occasion cooked from raw rather than second hand.

A bit more than thirty minutes later again. BH takes hers with her salad, I tend to take my salad after. Plus a stump of stale bread to make up for the absence of second hand potatoes.

We must have been hungry because, even with the larger sausage, the stew more or less all went at the first sitting, leaving just a very modest portion for me to snack on later.

PS 1: are Waitrose making a mistake by trying to compete with the likes of Sainsbury's and Tesco's? Never mind Lidl and Aldi. Why couldn't they just sit quietly in their niche-market at the top end of the grocery supermarket business? Why do they have to go for growth - which seems likely to dilute quality, certainly in the long run. Will they overreach themselves? Alternatively, just look what has happened to Sainsbury's over the past sixty years - from the days when counter staff in long white aprons sold loose bacon and loose cheese. Maybe even had cashiers in booths at the back of their stores. They did have rind on their bacon, but I don't think they went so far as to have rind on their cheddar cheese, at least not in my time, although they did go so far as to take the shrink wrapping off their bricks of cheese - that is say, not truckles - somewhere out of sight. Is the answer simply greed - that is to say of management types at HQ who need more stores to justify more HQ and fancier salaries for its inhabitants? Not really interested in groceries at all; just in the height the greasy pole.

PS 2: cranking up to make the switch to volume 5, at reference 2. Not quite content with its appearance, but I suspect I will end up going with it just the same. No doubt I will get used to it fast enough. There will be a proper announcement in due course.

PS 3: early the same afternoon: some time recently, perhaps the same time as I purchased the sausage of present interest at Waitrose, I also purchased a couple of packets of sausages described as kabanosi, from Greisinger of Austria. I have bought cheese flavoured kabanosi from them (by accident) before and not liked them. I may have bought these regular ones too. But I certainly did not like them today: too much mincing, too dry, too much spice and too much red food colouring. Not my idea of a proper kabanosi at all. Not the sort of thing that I remember coming from Poland in the early 1970's at all - even when one makes allowances for the passage of time. Maybe Waitrose have been cutting back in their foreign cooked meats purchasing department: no more Waitrose financed tours of Polish sausage makers. Best taken on licensed premises, naturally. Alternatively, perhaps the Poles were very short of hard currency in the 1970's and exported the very best to western Europe - while now they can afford to eat their very best themselves.

PS 4: blog search is usually very reliable, picking up on new posts more or less immediately. But for some reason, this post is not responding to the search term 'waitrose'. Try again tomorrow.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/bastides.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/.

Reference 3: https://www.greisinger.com/en/.

Wednesday 11 August 2021

Fair Green

There were some caravans on Fair Green when I went past at the start of my Ewell Village Anti-clockwise. The one seen here and quite a few more beyond. The first time they have appeared for a while.

According to reference 1, the Council now have powers to move them on much more quickly than used to be possible - but I don't suppose it will be before they have churned up lots of grass and piled up their usual piles of unpleasant - not to say insanitary - rubbish. I heard later that there has also been a lot of noise at night.

We shall see how long they last.

On a lighter note, when I reached the print shop in the High Street (reference 2), the small job I had emailed them a few hours earlier was ready and waiting for me on the counter.

And when I reached Ewell Village, I found that the fancy clothes and hat shop which has been a few doors along from the tanning parlour for a few years now has gone and is to be replaced by a fancy food shop. Maybe they will sell kabanosi, but I am not holding my breath.

PS 1: while we are waiting for the council to move into action, let us hope that not too many residents are encouraging the travellers with cash-in-hand casual work, invisible to the tax man. Not feeding the foxes does help keep their numbers down.

PS 2: Tuesday, August 17th: when I cycled past this afternoon, no caravans and no mess that I could see, although I dare say closer inspection would have turned up some rubbish and some tyre tracks. So not as bad as I had feared.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2018/12/notice.html.

Reference 2: https://aiprinters.co.uk.

More than a year in bricks

The bricks still look much the same and there has been a steady downward trend in brick carrying since I last reported, towards the end of March, at reference 1. But has there?

March on the left and August on the right are incomplete months and more recently there have been two holidays. On the other hand, normal life is slowly restarted, taking time that might otherwise have been given to bricks. 

So one doesn't have to go to the lengths of reference 2 to find statistical difficulties.

Then I still have not learned how to stop the pivot table feature of Microsoft Excel including quarterly and annual subtotals by default, subtotals which do not belong in a line graph, so they had to be taken out by hand. On the other hand, it did take an intelligent interest in three letter month abbreviations and they appeared on the bottom of the chart without labour or fuss. A useful improvement.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-year-in-bricks.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/08/more-statistics.html.

Car maintenance

A hangover from the tyre event noticed at reference 1 was a missing front near side hub cap. Pressure was applied and I gradually got used to the idea of doing something about it.

One solution was to dump the problem on Epsom Autos, but that seemed a little lazy. So off the YouTube to find out what was involved in fitting hub caps. The first issue was, did the hub caps in question clip in, or did you have to get the wheel nuts off and fit the hub cap under them? An operation which involved jack and wheel brace, both of which I would have had to borrow. Eventually I decided that we had clip ins. The second issue was getting the old hub caps off. Best done with a special tool if you want to get them off in one piece. Eventually I realise that since the hub cap in question was missing, getting hub caps off did not arise. The third issue did not last long at all. Should one paint the real wheel, the steel wheel, before putting on the fake alloy - actually plastic - hub caps on top, to improve the appearance of the whole? Seemingly something which hub cap fashion conscious young men went in for. Case dismissed.

So down to Halfords. Where hub caps were cheap enough, but there was not much choice, one seemed to have to buy them in fours and there was a queue. 

So off to the Ford Centre in Blenheim Road, not far from the council tip. Flashy new building, largely empty, although there was a hi-end Mustang left in the snap above and a hi-end yellow transit right, nearly hidden by advertising panels. Plus some curiosities; the motorists' version of bibelots. After waiting for a while, it turned out the flashy new Ford Centre didn't do spare parts; for that sort of thing you went to a shed down a passage on the other side of the road. And it was raining.

Where a cheerful young man assured us that he could get us a hub cap that matched the three we had by noon the next day and that I would be able to push the thing in all by myself, without needing any tools at all.

He turned out to be quite right and we now, once again, have four hub caps. The arrangement had the additional attraction of BH flashing her plastic while I was otherwise engaged.

PS: lots of pavement works meant lots of traffic lights and these seemingly trivial journeys actually took quite a while. But it was not as if we had anything else to do and we managed to keep our cool.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-tale-of-tyre.html.

Starlings

A sighting of maybe 10-20 of them swinging around to the east of our house, early yesterday evening. Dark, middle sized birds, flying in burst of flapping then glide for a bit mode. Trajectories rather like those of fly catching swifts and swallows, although the rather thin write up on the RSPB website suggests that starlings do not catch flies. With the glide part very like the snap above, with tail spread wide. So I think starlings are confirmed, not a bird we see around our house very often, although there are a few trees in the vicinity where they congregate, for example in Longmead Road.

This snap from an ecology club or lab at Vassar College, once a ladies' college, roughly equivalent, I think, to our own Girton College, not far from where I lived as a child. The 106 bus which I used to catch to school used to turn around and wait for the off just outside the southern corner of their grounds, a place quite reasonably known as Girton Corner and visible from my bus stop at the entrance to Thornton Road.

Rather more scenic location though, between New York and Albany, just outside Ploughkeepsie on the Hudson River.

Reference 1: https://pages.vassar.edu/sensoryecology/european-starling/.

Reference 2: https://pages.vassar.edu/sensoryecology/.

Reference 3: https://www.vassar.edu/.

Tuesday 10 August 2021

A festival of pork

For a recent family festival we settled on pork, ordering a piece of rolled shoulder from the butchers in Manor Green Road.

But first to Kingston, the day of the water rats noticed at reference 3. Also the day when one of the clothes shops in the market square put out a whole lot of good quality wooden hangers for passers-by to help themselves to. I would have taken a dozen, but for some reason, BH drew the line at my taking just three.

Next to Bachman's, with my having been a little economical with the truth when I mentioned apple strüdel at reference 3. Yes we did take some strüdel, but we also took a lemon meringue gateaux, a sort of gateaux version of the humble lemon meringue pie. Sadly I forget to take a picture of the one we bought, and while the picture provided by Bachmann's is the right cake, it is not a very arty shot, and neither Bing nor Google could turn up anything better.

Next to the butchers where a fine looking piece of pork was waiting for me. I forgot to make a note of the weight and it was too much for our scales, so I was reduced to using a balance in the garage, with five pounds at the far end, as snapped above. From which we did the sum 47cm / 23.2cm times 5lbs equals 10.12lbs equals 10lbs 1.92oz equals 10lbs 2oz.

Snapped here after salting the crackling (all the better to crackle with), having been pleased to find that it did fit in our roasting tin. No need to take a slice off. But how long to cook it for? The last 5lbs piece was cooked for three hours at 160°C plus rest. It was getting on for twice as heavy as we usually had, but it was long and thin. So probably not twice the time. We settled on 5 hours: in at 07:45 and out to rest at 12:45, perhaps dropping the temperature 20° at the half way point. Which we did, giving it a good baste at the same time.

Snapped above at the point of service. I thought it rather overcooked, but others thought it was fine and four fifths of it went at a sitting, leaving just about a cold meal for the two of us the next day.

On the next occasion we have a pork joint of this size and shape, I shall drop the time by maybe an hour. Maybe even use the thermometer. Maybe take a look at reference 4, where there was a similar problem and which I should have turned up on this occasion.

Preceded by a spot of smoked salmon, for a change, and taken with boiled potatoes and salad. This last for another change. Taken without dressing and I don't recall anyone asking for any.

Also taken with some white wine, some of the sparkling variety (right), some of the almost sparkling variety (left). Both taken in the past but it is left as an exercise to the reader to find out when.

For dessert, the cake, which all went. Plus jelly (orange jelly with added tinned oranges, a dessert dish I am fond of, but which is not to be had from the sort of restaurants which we use), plus ice cream, plus cheese and biscuits. Lincolnshire Poacher with Carr's water biscuits of course.

I had intended to crack out some Calvados to wind up the proceedings but got diverted to entertaining younger guests outside and forgot about it.

The only items actually bought were the two beams from Travis Perkins. The bench was inherited. The necessary blue rope was picked up in the margins of a visit to the Barrowboy & Banker at London Bridge. The pole middle left was probably an estate agents' pole picked up on my rounds. Ditto the black sand filled bags from BT (perhaps intended to hold down lively cables stretched along the road) being used as markers. The fibre board came from a neighbours skip - although I did have to buy the screws.  And we free-sourced the tyre on the Isle of Wight (see reference 6). With the back garden sloping gently downhill towards the back of the house, there was quite a variety of challenges. Plus the emptying challenge proved popular: place tyre on its side and fill the under-side with water. Then the challenge is to get all the water out by shaking the tyre around (or otherwise) without getting wet oneself. Surprisingly difficult. Self bottom left.

PS: File Explorer has taken to rotating the odd thumbnail in the window used for image insertion. I think it is something to do with overwriting an image which has been rotated, with the file properties retaining some of the rotation bit but not the file itself. What you actually get on your screen varies.

Reference 1: https://www.masterbutchersepsom.co.uk/.

Reference 2: http://www.bachmanns.co.uk/.

Reference 3: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/water-rats.html.

Reference 4: https://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.com/search?q=two+legs+lamb.

Reference 5: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/04/having-noticed-dry-run-at-reference-1.html. It was also an occasion to crack out the special card holder, first used on the occasion noticed here, having decided that the regular cards on offer in the Ashley centre were not quite what was needed.

Reference 6: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-tale-of-tyre.html.

Big trees

[A cloned redwood seedling roots in the Archangel Ancient Tree Archive laboratory in Copemish, Mich. Photo courtesy AATA]

Back in 2013, I mentioned at reference 1 a register of big trees maintained by the people at reference 2. A correspondent has now pointed out that the reference given there no longer works. Which is true enough, but a little poking around turns up reference 3, which is something of the same sort, with the Giant Sequoia being the first on the list, for which they offer some handsome, albeit rather small, photographs. In something called the php format which Microsoft does not recognise, at least on my laptop.

I might also remind readers that since 2013, I have started by own register of Giant Sequoias, often called Wellingtonia here in the UK, with the latest entry being at reference 4. Of course, with most of these trees being less than 150 years old, not exactly what a tree-hugger in the US would call old growth.

The correspondent, from the lawn operation at reference 5 which appears to span a large chunk of the continental part of the US, offers reference 6, from where I get to reference 7. An impressive looking operation which has learned how to clone very old trees, with some of them seemingly being dead or near dead. They also do plantations and are looking to expand these into Canada and to here in the UK. Something to be investigated. To all of which reference 6 serves as a handy introduction.

Reference 1: https://psmv2.blogspot.com/2013/11/pondrosa.html.

Reference 2: https://www.americanforests.org/.

Reference 3: https://www.americanforests.org/get-involved/americas-biggest-trees/champion-trees-national-register/.

Reference 4: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/wellingtonia-36.html.

Reference 5: https://www.lawnstarter.com/.

Reference 6: https://www.lawnstarter.com/blog/tree-care/reborn-redwoods-cloned-from-giant-stumps-live-again/

Reference 7: https://www.ancienttreearchive.org/.

More statistics

Figure 1

Having put in a plea for serious statisticians at reference 1 a couple of weeks ago, in the course of perusing the helpful and accessible reference 2, I came across the figure above, presenting some changes in brain content with age, in humans. One of the points at issue being whether certain regions went up or down with age and whether such changes were linear, monotonic, quadratic or what. A question which is much easier to answer in these days of MRI – say from the year 2000 – than it would have been when one would have had to dissect a large number of brains, assuming a sufficient and disposable supply of same. Also a question which clearly needs statistical input.

Being keen on taking my social statistics raw and being suspicious of wheezes like seasonal adjustment, I was puzzled by what might be meant by standardized residuals and I was tempted to dig. This led me to reference 3, bottom right in the figure above, a response to references 4 and 5, all three papers appearing in Elsevier’s journal ‘Neurobiology of Aging’, to be found at reference 6. A transformative journal, whatever that might mean.

The data plotted in reference 3, for the purpose of giving a better span of age, is drawn from two previous studies, which added together give N=113. While the comparator at reference 4 has N=73 and that at reference 5 has N=87. So quite decent sized samples compared with some involving scanning brains that one comes across.

However, I seem to have missed something, as the two studies which have been added together – references 2 and 5 in the Jernigan and Gamst  paper at reference 3 – cover the age ranges 5-15 (N=35) and 30-100 (N=78), with a gap in the range 15-30 – while the scatterplots presented show no such gap. I tried counting the dots in Figure 2 below, getting first to around 140 and second to around 130, with the former count including a few dots which seemed to be under the lines. So both counts well in excess of the 113 expected, but well short of adding everything together too. A disturbing failure of understanding.

Nevertheless, the general idea seems to be to take various measurements of brains from a sample which gives reasonable coverage of age, and then to see how those measurements change with age across the sample. That is to say, just one set of measurements from any one subject, with all the measurements being taken at roughly the same time: an attempt to derive understanding of what happens over time from a snapshot in time. All in support of better describing, better modelling of, the processes underlying brain cell birth, migration, growth and death. 

It’s not been spelt out, but I now guess that the variable in question, say TV1, the volume of the thalamus, has been linearly regressed against CV, the cranial volume. We then have it that TV1 = α × CV + β + TV2, where α and β are the regression coefficients that have been calculated, either from the sample of heads to hand, or perhaps from some large sample, perhaps from some digital library of same, and TV2 is the residual, that is to say what is plotted on the vertical axis of the second panel from the left in the figure above. That part of the volume of the thalamus which is not accounted for by the volume of the host brain. I also guess that residuals have been adjusted to have means of zero, presumably not what happens anyway when one does a least squares regression. The point being to validate, to improve comparisons between subjects with different brain sizes – with the assumption here being that the size of a well defined region of the brain is not of some fixed size, doing some fixed job, but with a size which will vary with the size of the host brain. 

Aside, a quick Bing turns up reference 7, which suggests that while the size of the eye does indeed vary, I did not spot any suggestion that this variation is linked to height or brain size, although there is some correlation with host orbit size. And from my dental background, I recall that size of teeth is not tied to size of jaw – a failing which keeps orthodontists in business.

This residual proceeding reduced the scatter and reduced, if not eliminated, any difference between the sexes. And if we then do a quadratic rather than a linear fit we get some nice curves. Maybe these relationships are not linear after all.

Figure 2

Figure 2 is the original from reference 3 from which the right hand panel of Figure 1, cerebral white matter, is derived. The dots are the sample points, the straight line is the linear regression, the dashed line both the best fit quadratic curve and the dot-dash line the best fit cubic curve – part of the point being that the cubics do not seem to add much to the quadratics.

But even to the eye, this scatterplot does not look to reflect a linear relationship underlying all the noise; there is a hump. From which the authors quite reasonably deduce that whatever is going on is more complicated than simple decay of white matter with age – which is the story one might tell if one only looked at ages 30 or 40 to 100, rather than the 0 to 100 we actually have here.

Figure 3

Figure 3 is another of the other diagrams in reference 3. Again, the dots are the sample points, the straight line is the linear regression, the curved line both the best fit quadratic and cubic curves – this time, more or less identical. But there is another hump, albeit not as strong as the first.

The question for me being, given the scatter, given all the manipulations that have got us from the underlying MRI scans to that scatter, how sure one can be sure about this? And how can one be sure that the three left hand panels of Figure 1 have not levelled off in middle age, with the steady decline into old age being no more than a mathematical artefact of fitting a quadratic to a scatter plot which starts high?

There is talk in reference 3 of Spearman's rank correlation coefficient or Spearman's ρ, which Wikipedia tells me is about testing whether a relation between two variables can be described as monotonic. Completely monotonic will give a value for ρ of plus or minus 1. But I did not spot anything stronger than the observation that quadratic gave a better fit than linear – not that I would have understood a statistical argument. And the paper ends on a properly cautious note.

While reference 2 goes no further than observing that the graphs in Figure 1 above ‘illustrate that during childhood and adolescence changes in brain structure are at least as dramatic as those at the end of life’. And noting that ‘all volumes are normalized for cranial volume –which does not change appreciably over this age range’. 

As noted above, this last is what makes it possible to compare one subject at one age with another subject at another age, assuming, as it were, that other things are equal. But maybe one day there will be enough data in digital libraries to do longitudinal studies, which look at the same subjects over a period of time, which would probably provide stronger evidence. Maybe that has already been done, given that the work reported here was done between 15 and 20 years ago.

Conclusions

Enthusiasm in drawing conclusions from nice curves which have been superimposed on scatter plots needs to be restrained by a bit of statistical common sense. Better still, apply some statistical skills.

PS: clicking on the figures should make any small print visible.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/teach-myself-all-about-fmri.html

Reference 2: The Basics of Brain Development - Joan Stiles and Terry L. Jernigan – 2010.

Reference 3: Changes in volume with age: consistency and interpretation of observed effects – Terry L. Jernigan, Anthony C. Gamst – 2005. 

Reference 4: Effects of age on volumes of cortex, white matter and subcortical structures – Kristine B. Walhovd, Anders M. Fjell, Ivar Reinvang, Arvid Lundervold, Anders M. Dale, Dag E. Eilertsen, Brian T. Quinn, David Salat, Nikos Makris, Bruce Fisch – 2005. N=73.

Reference 5: Normal neuroanatomical variation due to age: The major lobes and a parcellation of the temporal region - John S. Allen, Joel Bruss, C. Kice Brown, Hanna Damasio – 2005. N=87.

Reference 6: https://www.journals.elsevier.com/neurobiology-of-aging

Reference 7: Variations in Eyeball Diameters of the Healthy Adults – Inessa Bekerman, Paul Gottlieb, Michael Vaiman – 2014.

Monday 9 August 2021

It's all over?

The FT seem to have stopped updating their graphic of world deaths put down to the coronavirus, the graphic which for me gave the best back-of-a-postcard summary going of what was going on. With the last update, back at the beginning of July, having been noticed at reference 1. Stopped updating at a time when deaths were still running at a higher level than they had through the middle part of last year.

I infer that they think that there will not be another, fourth surge of deaths. Let's hope that they are right - but I would feel more confident if that was the story that an updated version of the graphic told.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/graphic-time.html.

Trolley 426

Trolley 426 had been spotted on the bank of the stream running down Longmead Road on Saturday or the day before and was captured on Sunday. An outing for the grappling iron; not entirely necessary, but the bank was probably slippery and I had no desire to get either wet or dirty.

A trolley made of a mixture of round section and square section, with the general idea being to cut a wedge out of the end of a square section when butting it onto a round section. Not particularly neat looking, but it does substantially increase the contact of the weld. Perhaps the use of a wedge to butt square onto square above the wheel was a mistake. By the robot or by the apprentice?

All packed up and ready to deliver the trolley. But where to? It was a Homebase trolley, but did Homebase still exist after the Australians withdrew from the fray? It was a bit battered, far from new, possibly dating from the days when Homebase was part of Sainsbury's: would they want it back anyway? Plus, the Homebase store was further than I fancied pushing a trolley - this despite the fact that it was only just over three years ago that I carried a couple of galvanised steel grids home from the place (as noticed at reference 4). What about the tip around the corner? Would they let me in despite the facts that I was not a car (no pedestrian access) and I had not made an appointment. In the event, I settled for taking it home pending further thought. I can always put it in the back of the car and take it away again.

PS: just before I reached the trolley, I came across a pile of grass clippings on the edge of the bank. Possibly just a common or garden fly tipper, possibly the council grass cutters. I dare say the the clippings will rot down fast enough, but it sets a poor example to the rest of us and may leave some patches of bank a bit bare for a while.

Reference 1: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/08/trolley-425.html.

Reference 2: https://www.homebase.co.uk/. Homebase clearly alive and well, and the 'about' section includes a short history, ending up by telling us that the company is back in profit after a CVA - bankruptcy lite - and it now part of the Hilco family.

Reference 3: https://www.hilcocapital.com/. A private company from Illinois which appears to specialise in mending broken companies, either by purchase, investment or advisory service. High end asset strippers?

Reference 4: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2018/02/new-wheeze.html.

Sunday 8 August 2021

To London Town

A week or so ago we paid our first visit to Wigmore Hall since the beginning of last year. While I had visited London as recently as at the beginning of the same month. To hear Ronan O'Hara, whom we had heard once previously, noticed at reference 2, give a mixed programme not unlike the first one. So Schubert D.840, Brahms Op.79 and Beethoven Op.13. And we still thought he looked very like a man from Belfast, with what I regard as the typical square head, despite the fact that he actually came from Manchester.

But going back to the beginning, the fig tree across from Platform 4 was looking good, despite a front bough having broken away, I think some time last year. Plus the creeper left was doing well. Presumably hop or bryony. Mask discipline on the not very busy train from Epsom was good. Battersea Power Station, having sported lots of cranes for what seemed like years, has now more or less disappeared behind some tower blocks, at least as seen from the train. Why on earth did the heritage people waste their powder? Make the developer preserve the turbine hall and rebuild the four chimneys? Couldn't they find some bigger fish to fry?

Tube a bit busier and I was offered a seat by a young lady. Declined. I had forgotten that I am now of an age where this happens quite regularly.

All-Bar-One open, quiet and licensed, so I was able to take a beverage while BH had coffee with smarties. The waitress - quite possibly the duty manageress - did not insist on our ordering by telephone, which was just as well. But I was rather taken with the little carafe my wine came in: much more tasteful than the big glass with thick rim used in many pubs - and quite a few restaurants. By the time we left at around 12:30, several more staff had clocked in and the place had got much busier. An establishment which suits us, not least because of the high ceiling.

Out through Cavendish Square where outdoor fun is clearly the order of the day - rather than the concrete drain store of reference 2. I suppose that, until things settle down, we do need outdoor facilities, but I do hope that the square is put back to rights before too long.

Not too impressed that the Marsden had taken over a chunk of the fancy building, newly refurbished, on the west side of the square, for private care. I dare say that if you are the hard pressed financial controller at Marsden, it is anything to make the books balance - but it is not what I expect of the National Health Service.

And maybe they need to give a bit more thought to where exactly they put these commemorative plaques. Maybe somewhere not so near the fag ends.

The Wigmore Hall itself turned out to be properly spaced out, with less than half the seat occupied and lots of doors open. But rather to our surprise, only about two thirds of the audience, mostly but not exclusively of pensionable age, saw fit to mask up. Which we were surprised about - and rather put off for the future. For the moment the advice is to mask up in indoor public settings and we propose to follow that advice. To set an example, to encourage those (like our fat leader) who are impatient with rules, truth and all that sort of thing.

But the concert was good, despite O'Hara being rather keen on the fast and loud bits. The Schubert I was rather taken with. The Brahms not so much, and the Beethoven is well known. So more or less what we expected. There was a short and entirely suitable Schumann encore. O'Hara did say what it was but I have not retained more than the Schumann bit. The Schubert has been heard several time since, in the Kempff version. Given his dates it is possible that I have heard him play live, but I couldn't put it stronger than that. I do have a few discs and CD's.

Having taken the precaution of booking a table on our way to the concert, out to a very good lunch at 2 Veneti, a place we last seemed to have visited in March last year.

Mixed bread good, rather better than the Yarbridge on the other island. Fell for a Florentine steak, taken medium rare and served on a wooden platter which came with - and needed - a gutter. Very good, if not quite as spectacular as that we had one evening in Florence, just north of the Port San Gallo and noticed at reference 8. I think another time I would ask for medium rather than medium rare. I might also take my pocket Laguiole (the French one, which kept its razor edge for a long time) as they left a fair bit of meat on the bone, hard to get at with the knives provided.

The wine we took with the steak, something white from the 2017 harvest in the Alto Adige, run down via Facebook in Arabic to reference 9. What looks like the wine in question is to be found under etiquette. Perhaps Italian for brand or label?

Followed by an excellent tiramisu, served with some house pudding wine. One portion with two spoons, a format all good waiters are familiar with. Followed by mint tea for her and grappa for him, both nicely presented. The grappa in a proper grappa glass.

BH did not think it appropriate to locate the nearest M&S and walk this trolley back to it, preferring to climb onto the tube. More crowded than earlier and once again I was offered a seat, declined.

Two changes to get home, the second at Raynes Park where a good haul was noticed at reference 10. Another seat offered on the last leg to Epsom, where there was a scatter of racing people, some in full fig.  The taxi driver did not remember us, but he did remember the house, telling us on the way that the last year had been a bad year with him on furlough for most of it. One got by but it was a bit miserable.

PS: the Wigmore Hall is clearly watching costs a bit. The piece of A4 used for lunch time programmes has lost its colour and most of its printing. Just half of one side on this occasion.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/03/penultimate-outing.html.

Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.com/2018/03/ronan-ohara.html.

Reference 3: https://www.allmusic.com/artist/ronan-ohora-mn0002184646/biography.

Reference 4: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/two-kinds-of-cheese.html. My last visit to London.

Reference 5: http://www.2veneti.com/.

Reference 6: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/03/penultimate-outing.html. The last visit - perhaps the first since they started opening on Sundays. The present day being a Thursday.

Reference 7: https://www.royalmarsden.nhs.uk/private-care.

Reference 8: http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.com/2008/10/culinary-matters-reprised.html. The first and best Florentine steak. Possibly the Perseus restaurant in the Viale Don Giovanni Minzoni. Format looks right, as we were on a small terrace and allowed to smoke after our meal.

Reference 9: http://www.vignaiolofanti.it/

Reference 10: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/platform-library.html. Notice of the haul on the platform library at Raynes Park (southbound) on the way home.

Saturday 7 August 2021

Trolley 425

I started raining - very hard for ten or fifteen minutes - more or less just as I left the house this morning on a Ewell Village anti-clockwise, but it had eased off by the time I got to this trolley, No.425, on West Hill, just before I got to the High Street. I assume some leaving-the-pub prank of the evening before, a prank which may have pushed over the slim black box, just the other side of the large black box from my telephone. I thought that it had probably been out all night and was probably free of any plague it may have caught from either prankster or shopper, and so safe for return to the M&S food hall.

Both Ashley Centre and town were quite quiet, people having been put off by the rain.

I reached the bottom of Longmead Road about an hour later, to find an impressive puddle, I think just collected in the depression there, rather than from the stream to the left, well down from the grass at this point, although rather nearer further up the road.

One small washer picked up at some point.

It took me near two hours to get around, rather than the hour and a half which was usual before the plague, before I largely switched to the bicycle. Maybe the walking muscles are not what they were. I also wondered whether heavy summer rain correlates with air quality, a notion which BH agreed with, having had a good friend who suffered from asthma, but Bing did not. Amongst other things, offering the suggestion that carbon dioxide was more water soluble than oxygen, resulting in a greater concentration of oxygen in wet air. 

Raining quite hard again now, it being near 16:00. Off and on all day, although I can't see from the upstairs study window whether the three micro ponds have become one, there being rather more vision-blocking vegetation in August than in March when the snap at reference 2 was taken.

PS: inspection later in the afternoon revealed that the three had indeed become one.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/trolley-424.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/03/pondemonium-revisited.html.

Friday 6 August 2021

Clarissa concluded

As observed at reference 2j, this is a very good novel. But it is a novel which depends on its plausibility for various things – which are no longer true. First, that there are people about with time, energy and inclination to write lots of letters to each other. Second, that there are people about that take their duties as children and wives very seriously. Third, that there are people about that take their duties to their (Christian) Lord very seriously. Against which background, it is still OK for Richardson to take the occasional pop at the pious and at parsons. Four, that gentlemen still take their honour very seriously and still fight duels.

At first the letters were just  a vehicle for the story, some of them being written in dialogue form. But they fairly quickly become part of the story in their own right. Some of them are written in code, some of them are sent and delivered clandestinely and some are intercepted. Quite often they are copied and shared. But there are a great many of them and we have to suspend disbelief about the amount of time spent by the protagonists in writing letters, in scratching out letters with a quill pen, even in this pre-television time.

The letters are mostly quite readable: shifts in vocabulary and usage in the intervening 250 years – written nearer a good deal nearer Shakespeare’s time than our own – have not made them inaccessible. Although I did worry from time to time about misunderstanding what had been written.

The book revolves about an experienced rake, Robert Lovelace, trying to have his way with – and perhaps marry – the young and beautiful Clarissa Harlowe. Both are rich. Both are popular and successful, albeit in rather different ways. Both end up dead. The action of the book occupies less than a year.

The book depends on the possibility of rich people abusing the use of marriage licenses to evade the custom that people – in particular their wards and children – should exchange their marriage vows voluntarily, in public. Reform followed soon after.

Odds and ends

Much use of the Bible, of the poets of the day and of classical poets as a source for quotes for the occasion, particularly unhappy occasions. 

Between gentlemen of fashion, to break one’s word or to have one’s word doubted was a serious matter. Serious enough for a duel. But lying to a woman, perhaps in the course of a seduction, was OK. As the saying goes, all was fair in love and war. While breaking one’s word about an engagement could lead to suit for breach of promise.

Death was a lot nearer in the 18th century than it is now. Death came to plenty of people whom we would regard as young – sometimes with torments and anguish. So perhaps not so strange that people spent more time on it – more time on how to go about it, in the way of Clarissa, who spent a lot of her time on it in her closing weeks  – than we do.

Well connected people must collect a lot of expensive memorial rings if Clarissa’s will is anything to go by. The form for superior people was to send their goldsmith around to the executor of the dear departed to get something sorted out.

Clarissa might be very pious and very keen to behave well, but that does not exclude association at one remove with smugglers, through her special friend Miss. Howe. While one of Lovelace’s crew gets killed in a skirmish with the customs’ dragoons. Or at least he dies of wounds before he can be tried and hung. While Miss. Howe is allowed to talk of spending her Thursday mornings on charitable works as one of her better amusements. Perhaps I am not making enough allowance here for shifts in vocabulary since the book was written.

Clarissa also likes to spend a great deal of money on clothes and jewels. No shrinking violet in that department. Enough that she can get by for a while by selling some of them.

Duels were more or less illegal and were conducted in private, but duelling was a public business to the extent that if person A did something which was deemed to impugn the honour of person B, the public behaviour of A and B towards each other also touched on their honour. Was A hiding from B? Was he making himself accessible to a challenge, as was proper and manly? Was B failing to challenge A? And lots of decent men died because they did not feel able to decline a challenge from a master at arms.

A moral tale in that most of the bad people either die or go on to have bad lives. One of the bad girls, for example, dies of the side effects of something taken for venereal disease. 

After I had finished the book, I was given a recording of an anthem by Orlando Gibbons, using text from Psalm 39. The anthem might have been written more than a hundred years before the book was set, but the text was just the sort of thing that Clarissa might have meditated on and sought consolation in. The text supplied with the recording is not quite that given above, but it is near enough. I am reminded of what we have lost by moving on from the Bible – not that I am inclined to move back, or suggesting that we should move back.

Entymological matters

Lovelace is a suggestive name for a fashionable rake. While Clarissa is very close to being the feminine nominative superlative for the Latin ‘clarus’: clear, bright, shining or famous. But the nearest OED comes is ‘clarissimmo’, once a form of address for important Venetian noblemen.

I was reminded that stupor and stupid are related. A fact confirmed by OED, although stupefy and variations were omitted. Littré does not make the connection, although all the stupefy words are present. So perhaps they came to us, quite recently, from the French.

And a use of prude made me think that prude and prudence were related. But OED suggests that any relationship, if present at all, is distant.

Conclusions

A good read. I wonder if and when I will have another go.

PS: following Webster’s, Word prefers entomological to entymological, although it seems that the latter is the usual spelling here in the UK. Presumably part of the US spelling reform movement – for a while led by the Simplified Spelling Board – in the first part of the twentieth century.

References

Reference 1: Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady: Comprehending the Most Important Concerns of Private Life. And Particularly Shewing, the Distresses that May Attend the Misconduct Both of Parents and Children, In Relation to Marriage – Samuel Richardson – 1748.

Reference 2a: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/search?q=clarissa [the whole lot and more].

Reference 2b: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/04/clarissa.html [7th April].

Reference 2c: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/04/pre-possession.html [14th April].

Reference 2d: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/05/clarissa.html [2nd May].

Reference 2e: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/06/correspondance.html [9th June].

Reference 2f: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-hunt-for-two-seas.html [11th June].

Reference 2g: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/clarissa.html [12th July].

Reference 2h: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/acceleration.html [14th July].

Reference 2i: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/some-important-news-about-clarissa.html [18th July].

Reference 2j: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/clarissa-complete.html [30th July].

Reference 3: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clandestine_Marriages_Act_1753

NATO

For the first time in a while, had a go at the NATO alphabet this morning, although not taking as much care as reported at reference 2.

On the occasion reported at reference 1, the sticking points were 'M' for 'Mike' and 'N' for 'November'. This morning, it was Mike that I was unable to recover, having taken something under a minute to recover the rest of it. I tried going through various 'M' words, trying the five vowels as second letter in succession, but to no avail. The best that I could do was 'Monsoon', but I was not at all confident about it - and, as it turned out when I checked, wrong.

I expect that I shall be OK for the next few weeks, then there will be a gap and then one or more of the letters will go missing again.

Bing offered images of Mike Tyson for 'Mike', so perhaps if I try and link to Tyson and boxing, that will help. There is also the angle from November 2020, again turned up by Bing that: 'Tyson has worked his way back into phenomenal shape, which has further fueled the buzz around his in-ring return. According to Boxing Scene, the Voluntary Anti-Doping Association will not test the fighters for marijuana as part of the protocol. The decision to keep that out is intriguing, given Tyson’s connection to the plant as he has publicly supported its use. He is the founder of Tyson Ranch, a cannabis company, while also indulging in usage. There is also the connection to his professional career as he tested positive for marijuana in 2000, which changed his two-round stoppage win over Andrew Golota to a No Contest'. 'M' for 'Marijuana'.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/11/no25.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/08/breaking-rhythm.html.

Reference 3: https://tysonranch.com/. The Tyson branch.

Reference 4: https://theranchcompanies.com/. The Ranch tree.

Thursday 5 August 2021

Only in America

Reference 1 is an article built around the Kerner Report, a weighty report commissioned by President Johnson in response to the many racial troubles and disorders of the 1960's. From which the US - and other countries like the UK - failed to learn in the fifty years that followed. Failed to take anything like enough action.

But what I notice here is the chairman of the commission, Otto Kerner of reference 4.

Kerner was of Czech background, but born in Chicago in 1908. Well educated in the US and the UK, he joined the National Guard in 1934, retiring from it in 1954, having served in the army proper during the second world war. Having got in with the Democrats, he served in Illinois, becoming governor there in 1960. Appointed to the the chairmanship of the National Advisory Commission on Civil Disorders in 1967.

But after his report, things went downhill, and he was convicted of taking bribes when governor from the owner of a racetrack (reference 4), bribes to give the race track good race days, whatever that might mean. Bribes in the form of cheap stock options which both he and his briber declared on their tax returns. It being the US, what he was actually charged with and convicted of was mail fraud. He started his sentence, but was released early because he had terminal cancer. He died not long after, in 1976. There is a suggestion that had he lived, his conviction might have been overturned on appeal.

Is there a whiff of conspiracy here? That the whole sorry business was stirred up by right wing, white supremacists? Or perhaps just patriotic Republicans?

His report has a large footprint on the Internet. Plenty of material about the report. Plenty of summaries. Various people are happy to sell me a copy of the report in book form. But no-one seemed to want to give me the book in pdf form. However, I persisted and eventually Google turned up a digital image version offered by the Hathi Trust. A version digitised by Google from a copy which belonged to the University of Michigan. To be found at reference 3. All 400 pages of it.

Reference 1: A warning ignored - Jelani Cobb/NYRB - 2021. August 19th.

Reference 2: The Kerner Report - National Advisory Commission on Civil Disorders - 1968.

Reference 3: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=mdp.39015000225410&view=1up&seq=8.

Reference 4: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Kerner_Jr..

Reference 5: https://www.arlingtonpark.com/.

Reference 6: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-record.html. The Hathi Trust pops up from time to time, with this being the most recent notice. A hare which was not, in the event, chased very far.

Reference 7: https://www.hathitrust.org/. 'Founded in 2008, HathiTrust is a not-for-profit collaborative of academic and research libraries preserving 17+ million digitized items. HathiTrust offers reading access to the fullest extent allowable by U.S. copyright law, computational access to the entire corpus for scholarly research, and other emerging services based on the combined collection. HathiTrust members steward the collection — the largest set of digitized books managed by academic and research libraries — under the aims of scholarly, not corporate, interests'. Something to do with the University of Michigan, from where the present text was taken. I have failed to find out who or what 'Hathi' was.

Wednesday 4 August 2021

Back to the Blen

We returned to the Blenheim in the week after we returned to the big island. There had been media stories about Greene King having to close a number of their houses, mainly because of the pingpedemic, so I thought a scouting visit the day before was appropriate. The young lady whom I asked seemed rather puzzled as to why I was asking if they were likely to be serving lunch the following day. Would I like lunch now, to be going one with? This at around 17:00 in the afternoon. I declined this offer, but did think it polite to take a couple of glasses of Yellowtail while I took in the scene.

Only one slumberer, awake when I arrived but head down by the time I left. But not a problem: there were still vacant tables for customers who were still paying.

Back the next day, when BH found a suitable veggie salad and I found a suitable burger on the menu. BH very happy with her salad, and while my burger was satisfactory, having declined cheese sauce and not touched the gravy(!) on the side, I thought that next time I would go for the full DIY specification, available on the last page of the menu. One patty, medium rather than the well cooked of this occasion, two buns rather than one and go easy on the trimmings. Essentially meat ball sandwiches.

The red bag right has served for many years now, having started out as a remnant of a skirt length of Welsh tweed. Skirt long gone. Inter alia, the bag once served to hold cigar case, cigars, matches and cutter. All the paraphrenalia. On this occasion, sun glasses, sun hat, and telephone.

For dessert, a sundae: all cream, chocolate and sugar, but with two spoons it went down well enough. First time I have had such a thing for years. Thinking of the rock hard, complicated, ice cream desserts Indian restaurants used to serve direct from their freezers, we wondered whether the sundae had arrived partially assembled and frozen, then thawed in the microwave and finished off, but the waiter assured us that it had been assembled from scratch, on the spot.

Over the concluding Jameson, I explained to BH that if I were ever to be diagnosed with something like Parkinson's, I thought that I would take up cigars again. I am fairly sure I would still enjoy them. Fairly sure I would enjoy one after a meal now, but it seems a pity to run the risk of getting addicted again. Just one from time to time doesn't seem to stick and the downward spiral kicks in all too soon. Which is not where I want to be just presently.

We had taken lunch in the tent, out of the sun, which worked fine. Not much flapping at all. And there was a reasonable lunch time trade scattered about the place.

For some reason, I thought it necessary to take a photograph of the Araucaria araucana at the top of our road.

While this snap, from Thompson & Morgan, with its regular rows of leaves, demonstrates that there is some regular order about the densely packed leaves, described as spiral at reference 2. Maybe that means that the bases of the leaves form a helix. One day I will get to dissect a branch and find out what is really happening.

And I presume that the range being given as the southern and western fringes of the USA means that it is not very hardy, not able to stand the hard frosts of the interior and the north. The sort of frost that we get, OK.

It seems that the study of the arrangement of leaves is properly known as phyllotaxis, and the Wikipedia article offers the picture above of a repeating spiral. We are told that it all depends on the angle between successive leaves on the helix, for these purposes measured as a vulgar fraction of 1 - in which 'the numerator and denominator normally consist of a Fibonacci number and its second successor'.

PS 1: the serious reader may care to consult reference 4, which appears to join up the dots between the goings on at the level of cells and the spirals that can be seen above. The word 'phyllotaxis' is used a lot and 'Fibonacci' just once - but it is all too strong for me.

PS 2: the Royal Society seemed to want to charge for access, but a bit of poking around and one gets to reference 4b where access is free. All very mysterious.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/06/pub-glut.html. Our last visit, a bit more than a month previous.

Reference 2: http://hort.ufl.edu/database/documents/pdf/tree_fact_sheets/araaraa.pdf.

Reference 3: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phyllotaxis.

Reference 4a: The shoot apical meristem: the dynamics of a stable structure - Jan Traas and Teva Vernoux - 2002.

Reference 4b: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1692983/pdf/12079669.pdf.

Tuesday 3 August 2021

Madame Liang

Following notice at reference 2, I have now got around to reading reference 1. A bit of a change after three months of Clarissa. An interesting change, an easy read story, but in rather dead prose which reminded me of that by Agatha Christie. 

This rather battered copy once the property of the library of St. Thomas' Hospital.

Born at the end of the nineteenth century into a missionary background, Pearl Buck spent most of the first half of life, forty years or so, in China. That is to say during the first waves of revolution which eventually resulted in the Communist takeover, years after she had left. The second half in the US where she produced over 40 novels and 20 works of non-fiction, nearly all about China, past and what was then present. This included backing some good causes and some bad ones. She ended up in the grip of a greedy younger man. I was reminded of Ayn Rand, first noticed at reference 5. With whom Buck presumably shared nicotine, as she died of lung cancer, but Wikipedia does not mention alcohol.

Various thoughts follow.

Buck makes a lot of the racial pride of the Han Chinese, a pride partly based on their long, more or less continuous history, a good bit longer than our own here in England. She hints at the corruption in high places - corruption which the Cultural Revolution was, in part at least, an attempt to root out. She also writes of the attempts, during great leaps forward, to substitute enthusiasm for expertise - attempts which addressed problems addressed in a different way during the early part of Soviet rule in what is once again Russia.

She also makes a lot of their love of fine cooking - which enable the titular Madame Liang to make a good living in Mao's China, only falling at the time of the Cultural Revolution.

Quite a lot of space given to traditional Chinese medicine. Described here as being strong on observation but weak on remedy, despite much knowledge of remedies derived from plants.

All this seen through the eyes of a mother (of the same generation as the author) and her three daughters, a mother who sends her daughters to be brought up in the US - she herself went to university in Paris - but who then draws two of them back to Communist China, back to a difficult adjustment.

Salutary reading for me, as someone drawn to Chinese affairs as an adolescent, in the mid 1960's, at a time when my elders and betters were starting to worry about the turn that things were taking. And interesting, given the turn things have taken now, with the Chinese heading for the top. Back, perhaps, where their ruling classes have always thought they belonged.

We in the west probably knew something of the Chinese famine of 1959-1961 of reference 6, now thought to have cost between 15m and 50m lives, when this book was written in the late 1960's. Buck, with her intimate knowledge of the country probably knew as much as anyone. But only hinted at here. With some of the anger of the young perhaps being channeled into the Cultural Revolution which followed.

Elementary arithmetic suggests that these deaths, relative to population, were between 10 and 50 times greater than the excess deaths we have suffered here in the UK from the coronavirus over the past 18 months. A catastrophe rather than a tragedy.

PS: snap above of the author, I think from about the time she won the Nobel Prize - a literary first for a lady - in 1938.

Reference 1: The three daughters of Madame Liang - Pearl S. Buck - 1969.

Reference 2: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/07/platform-library.html.

Reference 3: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_S._Buck.

Reference 4: https://www.literaryladiesguide.com/book-reviews/the-three-daughters-of-madame-liang-by-pearl-s-buck-1969/. Including a snippet from the review by Louise Zerchling in the Sioux City Journal, seemingly a year before publication.

Reference 5: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/04/ayn-rand.html.

Reference 6: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Chinese_Famine.

Monday 2 August 2021

Golden celebration

Some pot bound irises had to make way yesterday (Monday) for a new rose - a 'Golden Celebration' from David Austin of reference 1. A chap whom it seems that BH once talked to in the course of a visit to Chelsea Flower Show, an entirely plausible story.

The rose is described by: 'one of the largest-flowered English Roses, bearing rich yellow blooms in the form of giant cups. They have a strong Tea fragrance, developing wonderfully combined notes of Sauternes wine and strawberry. It forms a rounded shrub, with ample foliage – the flowers held beautifully poised on long, arching branches. David Austin, 1992'. Investigating the tea fragrance I find all kinds of stuff, not all of it appearing to be anything to to do with the tea one drinks. You can, for example, get something called 'Elizabeth Arden White Tea' from Fragrance Direct. While I am told by a French parfumier that they no longer bother with mail order to the UK as it has become too complicated with Brexit. None of which is to be confused with the Singapore property company called Fragrance of reference 4.

The pot was bought more than thirty years ago from Notcutt's of Norwich, on the inner ring road, not far from the junction with the A11, off which we lived at the time. At least I thought they were Notcutt's of Norwich, but I find this morning that the place is merely the Norwich branch of a chain.

From reference 3, I learn that the original Mr. Notcutt came from a successful legal family, but as a second son was allowed to pursue his horticultural interests, starting his first nursery in 1897 at Ipswich - where my parents lived after the second world war. So perhaps they visited the place. The business then expanded, through its present headquarters at nearby Woodbridge, to the national chain it is now. Acquiring the Norwich branch in 1976 and the Tunbridge Wells branch - home to another branch of the family - in 1989. Long a limited company, but the Notcutts are still there. Lots of medals and so forth from the RHS.

The sage, far right, is probably pot bound too. But it still does OK on a good year. While top middle we have the yellow buddleja grown from a cutting taken from mid-Wales, very near the source of the Severn. Probably the cross Buddleja × weyeriana known as 'Sungold', although Bing is not saying what the weyariana bit is. And asking Notcutt's about yellow buddlejas mostly yields a mixture of garden equipment and yellow roses. 

I don't think I ever knew that buddlejas were spelt with a 'j'. As they say, one learns something every day.

PS: we get there. From reference 4 we have: 'the Buddleja x weyeriana are large hybrid shrubs, notable for their yellow- or cream-coloured flowers. Their origin is well documented: during the First World War Major William van de Weyer of Smedmore House, at Corfe Castle, pollinated the South American species B.globosa with pollen from B.davidii var. magnifica, a native of China ... The 'magnifica' variety was perhaps the best form of B.davidii at the time, predating the development of modern garden cultivars. Van de Weyer was perhaps fortunate, as the flowering of the two species only rarely coincides, and the more so that it occurred while he was on leave from the Army'.

Reference 1: https://www.davidaustinroses.co.uk/.

Reference 2: https://www.notcutts.co.uk/garden-centres/norwich/.

Reference 3: https://www.notcutts.co.uk/history/.

Reference 4: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/08/sir-roland-storrs.html.

Reference 5: https://buddlejagarden.co.uk/weyer.html.