No score

Instead of a spin around Ruxley Lane or Jubilee Way, yesterday's constitutional took the form of a walk home from Stoneleigh.

The first part of the no-score was coming across what I thought were some coastal redwoods in the margins of Bourne Hall, redwoods which complemented the Wellingtonias already scored there, for example at reference 1, but which did not themselves score.

The second part was seeing a car with number plate starting 'N24' on the Bourne Hall rotatory, just days after scoring No.24 at reference 2, having had to wait weeks after scoring No.23. Just like waiting for late night buses; they always seem to come in twos.

Then into Longmead Road where I noticed a fine conifer in Gibraltar Crescent, a Crescent laid out with a decent amount of grass and verge. Possibly in the 1950's. A fine conifer, but a pine tree and certainly not a Wellingtonia. So no score here.

Picked up a nearly new pink bobble hat for a young girl from the verge. Which had made its way there from somewhere in China.

Forgot to check whether the non-scoring young Wellingtonia, also in the verge, were all present and correct. The ones noticed, for example, in the second half of reference 3.

Perhaps because I had been wondering about reading about our fat leader's sidekick trying to work out what is going wrong with our track & trace system. From where I associated to parachuting big cheeses into failing computer systems to try and find out what is wrong with them. A parachuting in which is almost always a massive nuisance and disturbance for those trying to build or run said computer systems, but which sometimes gets results. I remember one occasion when the (very clever & able) big cheese called for a mountain of paper, worked his way through it and worked out that a key index was missing from a key database. Problem solved and all the nuisance and disturbance was worth it. But I remember rather more occasions when it was not. The big cheese thrashed about for a few days, making a considerable nuisance of himself, then retired without having achieved anything - but at least admitting defeat and leaving the regular chaps to get on with it, to work their weary way through all the error logs. There might be a mess, but it was their mess and they, as it turned out, were the people best placed to sort it out. No doubt many lectures in MBA courses are given over to the best way to manage this sort of thing.

Home to be rewarded by a still warm bread pudding, made with fresh white bread rather than stale brown bread, for dessert at lunch. Something which when we needed the calories more we had quite regularly, but now more for using up odd stumps of brown bread. Not the same at all.

PS: and just after this was posted, I discovered another tree nut in the Financial Times. Reference 4 clearly something to be read over breakfast. And I can lament the fact that the one time I was within striking distance of Muir Woods (a National Monument near San Francisco), I failed to make it - the result of attempting to walk it, rather than take a bus or pay for a taxi.

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/06/wellingtonias-8-9-and-10.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/10/a-good-afternoon.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/07/identification-of-wellingtonia-closed.html.

Reference 4: Wish I were there: the glory of California’s redwoods: One of the great wonders of the natural world is still there to inspire us - Hugh Carnegy/Financial Times - 2020.