Since my wife, Shirley, died suddenly of cancer two years ago I have been struggling uphill. My cycling blog became a therapeutic journal. Where I recorded my recovery from the shock of my loss. The house and garden needed a lot of work. So, much of the text and images were about my "improvements" and re-socialization. My purchase of an e-bike has transformed my cycling after I passed 75. More recently I have had health problems. Hopefully I have survived to tell the tale.
4 May 2018
Friday 4th May 2018 Green bin brown shirts!
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Friday 4th 46F, 8C, bright but cloudy, almost calm. I was less than calm after
finding the green "recycling" bin had not been emptied. Worse, that the
bin emptying service had gone to the trouble to print a special card to hook
over the handle. Not content with our having to drag the damned great bin 70
yards to the nearest pickup point. Where they will deign to empty it. [Every
bloody time and back again!] I'm over 70 you know! They want us to do their sorting job for them but without any intensive training or instructions. There are far more things one isn't allowed to put in the green bin than things which are. Only it's a complete secret until they leave the specially printed card with the hook on it.
The binmen have the [voluntary option] to empty the bin
with a reminder to us of our mortal sins, but they didn't. There is absolutely no
mention inside the bin lid instructions on not binning black plastic. We
had dropped a couple of small, organic tomato trays in on top of the
rest. That was enough to warrant corporal punishment and another fortnight with a full bin.
Ironic, considering our lifetime's green credentials. Just as the Danish <cough> Environment <cough> Minister takes his leave with a fat, lifetime pension and allowances. His high point, in having faithfully served the intensive,
big prairie, big-chem, big-agro, under his false title pretenses? The shooting of a
fully protected, solitary, wild wolf from the safety of a car as it
crossed a distant field. So proud were they of their [piss poor] skill at hunting
their elusive prey that a video surfaced of the exact moment of bloody
carnage. It wasn't even a kill shot but the beautiful animal obviously suffered if only briefly.
A tiny handful of wolves are moving north into the empty, mono-culture prairies of Jylland from Germany. Agricultural animals never venture out of doors in Denmark. Except for a few organic cows. Which make the news headlines every year as they bound excitedly from their winter quarters. So it is difficult to see any real danger to livestock. Wolves are very nervous of people but people are even more nervous of wolves, it seems. Perhaps the farmers are afraid the wolves will bite their giant tractor tyres? Whatever.
A self styled "anti-wolf in Danish nature" club was set up. Rumours are that one of their committee was involved in their deliberate target shooting of an innocent animal. Worse, the needless slaughter took place on the land of a budding politicooze. He felt obliged to stand down from his hugely rewarding career on the endless gravy train with generous allowances for life and beyond.
A new pro-wolf club has now been formed to bring science, intelligence, understanding, logic and the basic truth to having wolves exist in Danish [60% farmland] nature. Given my own habit of wandering the woods, marshes and fields, alone, I am far more afraid of our neighbour's aggressive bløødy dog! It runs free without even the slightest restraint of a gate or fence and is probably the same size as a wolf.
A ride to the more distant shops. Nearly taken off at a roundabout by someone indicating they were leaving at the first exit. Then went straight on! Ironically, there were new warning signs to take care at roundabouts. Dogh.
The Danes do not indicate to show they are taking a later exit on a roundabout. So, unlike in the UK, you have to wait for the car on the roundabout to complete their journey before they finally indicate for their exit. On a mini roundabout I consider this particularly dangerous. Cars are crossing your path abruptly as you wait to join. If they were taking the second exit [of four] then one has no warning except the absence of an exit indication.
Guess what? Many Danes never bother to indicate before they exit! Particularly if they are going "straight ahead." You may well imagine the pointless delays this causes where there is no 'sharp' 1st exit. Car after car drives straight across without indicating as a queue forms on the main roundabout entrance on the main road. You'd think they'd learn, but they never do. It's only driving after all and any idiot can do that [badly.] 17 miles, going well, still not out.
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