Around Nijmegen

A few snaps taken around Nijmegen this evening. 

My start time tomorrow is 6am so I'm off to bed.

Posting to Blogger without Live Writer

Exploring options for posting into Blogger

This is now largely academic, but it may come in useful in the future:

A spat between Gurgle and M$ meant that, for a short time, it was impossible to post to Blogger (Google) using Windows Liver Writer (Microsoft). Whatever, after a week or so Windows Liver Writer and Blogger started working together once again – once again all is rosy in the Blogger garden. For now at least.

These are the results of my various attempts at posting into Blogger:

Open Office 4.1.1

I copied and pasted text and an image directly from an Open Office document, saved in M$ Office format (.doc) directly into Blogger.

The text copied over without a problem, the image didn’t. There was an image window of the correct size but it was empty. Imageless. Blank.

Live Writer (okay, I lied – I didn’t really mean without Live Writer)

As above, but saved as HTML, and copied and pasted directly into Blogger.

A similar result with the added faff of all manner of HTML coding stuff appearing in the blog.

I went back into blogger and manually added the image. This bit worked fine.

I didn’t spend too much time exploring this option because by the time I’d rolled my sleeves up WLW had started to work again. Martin tried this option successfully.

Blogger

Typed text and added images directly into Blogger.

This worked but it’s not easy and needs a fair amount of juggling to get a half-decent result.

Libre Office Writer / email

Created the posting, text and images) in Libre Office Writer. Attached the doc to an email which I then sent to my Blogger email address.

Nowt. Bugger all. Apart from the header = the subject line of the email.

Email.

Posting created in webmail (Hotmail). Images added ‘inline’.

This worked although the images would need centralising in Blogger.

Bloggeroid

Created and posted from my Android tablet.

This worked quite well, just a shame that it’s Android only.

And finally…

Windows Live Writer is not perfect by any means but it’s certainly the easiest and most flexible way of posting to Blogger.

It seems that very recent versions of M$ Word have the facility to post directly into a blog. I don’t have a recent version of Word so I can’t comment. Perhaps someone out there in the Blogosphere could try this out.

Meanwhile I’m back with Windows Live Writer – whilst it still works.

 

And FINALLY finally: I’m no expert, these are just the findings of a fumbling, bumbling blogger. And, and I’ve said this before, it’s bad form to start sentences with ‘And’.

Test Post: Windows Live Writer

Martin has had success using WLW, if this works it would seem that Google and M$ have kissed and made up.

Text in between images.

Blogging via Thunderbird

Test post using LibreOffice Writer and copied and pasted into an email using Thunderbird

Post created as a normal document.

Image inserted as normal and can be re-positioned and re-sized:

Document then copied and pasted into an email and sent to the blog address.

Post using Libre Office Writer

Post created in Libre Office Writer.

Image included in the body of the doc which is then attached to the email.

Test post: email

Posting from webmail (Hotmail).

 

 

Text in between images

 

 

Test post using Bloggeroid

Sent from my tablet.







Text in between images

posted from Bloggeroid

Test Post directly into Blogger

Nothing else seems to work satisfactorily so this is just to remind me how much of a faff it is to post directly into Blogger.

Emailing posts seems to work but it's not the easiest way to update the blog.

19th – 25th April 2015, South West Coast Path

Day 1, Minehead to County Gates

In the last few years members of the East Lancs LDWA have been allowed out of their home county for a week each year. They’ve been spending this week of freedom walking their way round the South West Coast Path, starting from Bude in 2012. Last year the group got as far as Coverack.

Plans to continue from Coverack this year were thwarted by logistics, the group just couldn’t arrange suitable accommodation or sort ferries etc for 40+ walkers. Plan B was put into action: go to the very start of the route in Minehead and walk from there for 4 days.

Transport and accommodation is provided by a coach holiday company: the club guarantee to fill 40 or so seats on the coach and in turn the coach holiday company transport us to their hotel, feed and house us for a week and provide daily transport to and from each day’s walk – all for norralot of dosh.

 A paparazzi moment at the start of the route Minehead

Compared to the Bude start in 2012, this Minehead start was more gentle – that’s not to say it was flat, it was anything but that.

The group had the use of a couple of my 446mhz PMR walkie-talkies, the idea being that the walk leader could contact the back marker – quite handy with such a big party. The problem with UHF is that it’s really only useful for line-of-sight communications. There were a few times on this trip that this limitation was a problem we could have done without. I may try to get hold of a couple of 27mhz FM handhelds for the next trip. Hills and UHF don’t mix too well.

Rubber Duck (aka our Norman, 71) shot off, leaving a good number of ladies in the queue for the loo. It wasn’t so bad for the blokes, there were plenty of bushes on the route.

Uphill, for a change

After the first big climb of the day the path evened itself out, lovely walking on Somerset’s gently undulating north coast. It was warming up and it wasn’t long before our normally chilled group were, er, perspiring – glowing even.

The coast of South Wales was visible across the Bristol Channel through the haze. Welsh sheep farmers could be heard chatting on the walkie-talkies, some of their language was colourful to say the least!

Lunch stop No1: Our leader, wearing the No1 high viz, getting navigation lessons from Ken, No2. 

The steep descent from Bossington Hill to Porlock 

From the Lynton and Lynmouth website:

Lynmouth Lifeboat launch from Porlock

At approximately 1830 hours on the evening of January 12th.1899, a distress call was received in Lynmouth indicating that the 1900 ton, three masted, fully rigged vessel, the Forrest Hall was foundering off Porlock. One of the severest storms ever, it was the night that the Woody Bay pier was destroyed, was being experienced in the Bristol Channel and it was quickly ascertained that it would be impossible to launch the Lynmouth lifeboat, the Louisa in Lynmouth.

OVERLAND LAUNCH OVERNIGHT January 12th /13th1899 An immediate decision was taken that if the lifeboat could not be launched in Lynmouth, then it would be launched in Porlock and so commenced one of the most remarkable events in the annals of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution. The boat was pulled, pushed, cajoled or come what may up Countisbury Hill, over Exmoor and down Porlock Hill the thirteen and a half miles to Porlock Weir where she was launched at 0630 hours on January 13th. The lifeboat then escorted the Forrest Hall to a safe anchorage off Barry arriving at 1800 hours. The Lynmouth lifeboat then had to return to Lynmouth, this time by sea, finally arriving at her home station at 1130 hours on January 14th. Thus completing forty-one hours of true heroics.

Don’t say you don’t learn anything when you visit here!

The stumps of ancient trees form this submarine forest at Porlock Bay. It’s said only to be visible when the tide is fully out. Judging by the surrounding saltmarsh the tide hasn’t reached this far inland in quite a while.

Submarine Forest at Porlock Bay

Porlock Weir, our Lunch No2 stop

We were allowed nearly 20 minutes for lunch No2 at Porlock Weir, very generous! As soon as Norman had finished eating we were off. 

Nestling in a small but deep valley is Culbone Church which is reputed to be the smallest church in England, seating a congregation of ‘about 30 in great discomfort’. Only Chris L,  and I went into the church for a nosey around, it was worth the effort.

Not long after leaving the church the sound of baby ba-lambs, objecting to being being inoculated against some dread-disease. The whinging was clearly audible for quite a distance:

This was a walk with a sting in the tail: in order to meet up with our chara to get us back to the hotel, we needed to negotiate a steep climb over a distance of around 500 yards. Not nice, but there you go.

The day’s walk finished at County Gates, the border of Somerset and Devon. Tomorrow’s walk would be entirely in Devon.

The Devon / Somerset border at County Gates 

16 miles with 3800’ of ascent

Day 2….well there wasn’t really a Day 2.

Not if you count a day off.

The coach wasn’t available for this day so time was spent exploring the town, eating cream cakes, looking at naked ladies…well the statue of one naked lady actually (and she was up the duff), and conducting Quality Control checks on Ilfracombe’s very fine JD Wetherspoon pub, The Admiral Collingwood. The pub and the beer passed muster. :-)

Day 3, County Gates to Trentishoe Down

After a day’s revelry in Ilfracombe a decent day’s walking was needed to bring us all back to reality. We weren’t here to enjoy ourselves, this walking lark is a serious business. The steep descent from County Gates to rejoin the SWCP woke us all up. The path here contours the coast for a few miles making for easy walking.

Foreland Point is Devon’s most northerly point:

Lynmouth Bay, Lynton in the distance

Flahs

The relatively easy walking of the first part of today’s walk soon came to an end as we approached Lynton where a bit of downwards steepness was encountered – followed by some severe uphill steepness.

The funicular cliff railway out of Lynton….not that we used it!

Lunch in Lynton: Dave W (No1), today’s walk leader, and Ken (No2), the day’s backmarker

The funicular railway in action 

Norman & Ken climbing out of Lynton

Once out of Lynton, the steep climb being over and done with, we were back on a more pleasantly undulating path the followed the coastline.

Feral goatses

 

The Valley of Rocks

Pixies? I thought they were all on Dartmoor

Lunch No3

The Navigation Committee

Navigation continued to be straightforward – keeping the sea on the right seemed to be a rule that worked for the group. Well, we didn’t lose anyone. I don’t think.

Thank heavens for signposts

Norman leading the way….well we let him think he was leading the way

Leading the way, the group’s resident football expert: John B

 

Day 4, Trentishoe Down to Ilfracombe

A shortish day but a really lovely walk. At the appointed hour, 8.30am o’clock, our bus trundled off to the end of the previous day’s bimble, Trentishoe down.

Lovely sunshine but a slightly murky sea mist hid the coast of South Wales. The Welsh sheep farmer’s colourful language was still breaking through on the walkie-talkies. 

As the day wore on our party stretched out. We arrived back in Ilfracombe in the early afternoon. A large proportion of the group were later seen to be imbibing in the very fine JD Wetherspoon pub, The Admiral Collingwood. Tsk.

 

Day 5, Ilfracombe to Croyde Bay

Today’s walk started from the hotel, this meant we were moving by 8.30am. There was some confusion regarding where we were going to walk to, the original plan was to walk around 19 miles. We ended up cutting it short….so we could get back to the pub at a sensible time.

The BBC reckoned that the weather was going to be wet – for the first time this week. As it happened, although it was a little murky from time to time, the rain only rained for 10 minutes.

Not many words, but lots of pictures.

 Ilfracombe’s Landmark Theatre – across the road from our hotel.

Ten past elevenses

Two Puddings Parker 

Chris and Norman

Lunch

This was the day where we turned to walk in a southerly direction rather than the westerly direction of the previous days. The bearing changed as we rounded Bull Point and Morte Point.

The group split at Woolacombe on the north end of Morte Bay. Some chose to walk along the beach, the 2 mile long Woolacombe Sand, whilst others followed paths that ran parallel to the beach.

The shortened day meant we were back at the bus in good time. Derek, our driver, whizzed us back to, er, The Admiral Collingwood pub in Ilfracombe where the were presentations, speeches and, er, more beer.

And after the walk:

This was another cracking week of walking in good company. Thanks to Barbara and all her little helpers for working so hard in making the trip work so well – everyone appreciated it!

Even more photographs here.