We’re officially on foot

It's important to concentrate when you're driving
I drove to Ipswich this morning to return our rental car, so we’re officially sans auto from here on out (barring renting one now and then for trips yonder). From here on out it’s walking, buses, and/or biking, and I can assure you that we’re not really in shape for it. You’d think that will all the walking we do at home this would be easier, but we’re all quite tired after several hours of walking in to town for errands, etc., but we’ll all walk into shape soon enough now that we don’t have any choice. I’ll presumably start walking in to the office at least some this week, and Sub-Evil Boy (pictured above at the Reykjavik Family Park and Zoo at the start of our 00-01 sabbatical) starts school next week.

I’ve never been to Ipswich before, so I was originally planning on checking out a museum or two while I was there. University of Chicago geneticist James Shapiro came up from London today, though, to talk to Riccardo (Poli), Bill (Langdon), and I about evolution and genetic programming, which sounded cooler, so I bailed on Ipswich and had a nice geeky day talking about evolution.

The big question mark for me is whether to buy a bike or not. There is an active cycling group in Colchester and plenty of bike shops. These busy, narrow roads creep me out, though, especially when I think ahead to the short, wet days of winter. I found some plausible route options on a little exploratory walk yesterday, however, and I have yet to actually walk all the way to/from the office. Going home tonight is entirely on foot, though, so we’ll see how that goes.

It’s very sad to see how car-oriented Britain has become, even in the two decades that I’ve been spending time here. The congestion on the roads and contention for parking is just insane, and the cost of buses and trains certainly doesn’t help. This could be a really bicycle friendly part of the world (and probably was, many years ago), but that’s definitely less and less true.

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Ah, the weather turned nice for us

A dreary English summer
The British have had a pretty dreadful summer, with cold temperatures, lots of rain, and flooding. The view above was all too typical of our experience in our first few weeks here. Rarely much rain, but precious little sunshine either. This photo was taken on a walk Sub-Evil Boy and I made last week from our new apartment into the town centre and on to the school that he’s likely to attend to see how long the walk would be. (30-45 minutes to the school.)

Pointing the way
The last few days, however, have been gorgeous, so there’s hope for a nice autumn. This is a weird little roof ornament in our apartment complex with a gorgeous blue sky to set it off. Almost looks mediteranian.

Still no intarweb at home, so only intermittent access to e-mail, blog, Flickr, etc. I think we’ve now figured out how we’re going to get internet (through Zen Internet), but we’ve got to wait a few days before our phone line is activated before we can actually start the wheel’s turning on getting that actually turned on.

We did our first big all-family walk into the town centre today and spent a bunch of money we only barely have. We had to get a (cheap) phone so we could use our new phone line, and we had to get a digital video recorder (a Tivo-like device) or the other two thirds of the family would have almost certainly hurt someone that looked a lot like me. We also bought some used linenes from a charity shop, and some other bits and bobs. We were absolutely pooped when we got home – a bunch of out of shape gringos not used to being on their feet for a few hours. More days like that, and we’ll get better (or die trying).

We also spent some time at the house we’d been staying in (courtesty of Riccardo – thanks!) out in Wivenhoe (continuing map fun). We had to get our last little odds and ends out of their, and do a little cleaning. This included a fair bit of vacuuming using a fairly paleozoic upright Hoover that had at least four useful properties:

  1. It weighed slightly less than a newborn humpback whale.
  2. It was almost certainly less noisy than a Sopwith Camel in battle.
  3. It had an extraordinarily long cord. (This was usually a good thing, but it did make cord management a bit more complex.)
  4. It would occassionally lift small bits of detritus up from the floor surface in question. This depended, however, on a somewhat mysterious confluence of requirements relating to (among others) the surface being vacuumed, the offending bit of fluff, and the position of at least two of the other planets in our solar system.

And did I mention that it was really heavy and really noisy?

Probably.

Hard to tell, though, since my ears are still ringing from vacuuming, which messes with my concentration.

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