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Bridport’s Film Festival Postponed until October

Just before the terms ‘self-isolate’ and ‘social distancing’ became part of our daily lives, Edith Bowman, curator of this year’s From Page to Screen film festival, spoke to Fergus Byrne about her love of film and the inspiration behind her choices.

Many people would agree that if asked to choose a favourite film, song, book or poem, the answer might change depending on their emotional state on the day. I spent years telling friends that The Unbearable Lightness of Being was my all-time favourite book, but that was more than thirty years ago and now I can’t remember why. Today, older and with a much wider choice of experiences to draw on, if I had to choose a favourite in any cultural discipline, it would probably change week by week, possibly even day by day. The same goes for Edith Bowman, the inspired choice of curator for this year’s From Page to Screen film festival in Bridport. Edith admits that if she had to make her film choices again a week later, they may well be different. ‘That’s the thing about film and music’ she says. ‘It all rotates around your emotional state and wants and needs at the time.’

And this year’s From Page to Screen does indeed cater for a wide selection of wants and needs. Edith has chosen a range of films with such a breadth of emotional and entertainment experience that audiences can expect a roller coaster of visual and audio entertainment—and no shortage of emotive impact. Powerful classics such as 1954’s On the Waterfront with Marlon Brando, and Martin Scorsese’s Raging Bull with Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci, sit alongside films as diverse as Danny Boyle’s Trainspotting and Pedro Almodovar’s Pain and Glory.

Edith’s key goal is to get people to come out and experience the full impact of cinema and the big screen. ‘We all have such access to films’ she says, referring to what we can now watch on TV. ‘But to see something on the big screen, especially an older film is such a great experience.’ The programme includes films across the decades going back as far as Victor Hugo’s classic The Man Who Laughs and 1933’s King Kong, to the just-released magical remake of The Secret Garden with Julie Waters and Colin Firth. Bridport’s exciting week of films also includes Paris Texas, City of God, Motherless Brooklyn and the recent remake of Jane Austen’s Emma amongst others.

An eclectic selection of films by any stretch of the imagination but the theme that runs through a large part of the programme, of course, stems from Edith Bowman’s knowledge and passion for music. In many cases, the soundtrack stands tall amongst the film’s highlights.

Brought up in a small seaside town in Scotland, Edith worked in the family business, a small hotel run by her mother and father. She grew up surrounded by music, whether it was Saturday night dinner dances, folk bands in the cocktail bar or jazz at Christmas. Exposed to her Dad’s ‘amazing record collection’ and her mother’s interest in musical theatre it wasn’t hard for her to see music as something she wanted to make a career out of. Before studying at Edinburgh University she applied to get some work experience at a local radio station. If it hadn’t been for her natural tenacity and determination she might have fallen at the first hurdle. ‘After sending the controller multiple letters and leaving dozens of messages he was like “Jesus get this girl off my back’’’ she recalls. So he eventually gave her an interview. ‘It was a terrifying experience. He almost brought me to tears—being bit like Jabba the Hutt sitting behind his big desk—really intimidating. But I kind of held my own and told him I wanted to learn all about the business, and maybe eventually have my own show. And his response was, “I can’t put someone with an accent like yours on the radio”. And I had that feeling where I could feel those tears about to explode out of my eyelids, but internally I was thinking, “you are not gonna cry in front of this man”. And I think that’s always stuck with me—I thought “I’m gonna prove you wrong.”’

And prove him wrong she did, along with any others that might have underestimated her. She has worked for MTV, Radio 1, BBC, Channel 4 and Virgin Radio to name just a few, and her other passion for film, also cultivated by early exposure to her father’s film club in the hotel, has brought her to the forefront of film broadcast. In 2016 Edith launched her podcast ‘Soundtracking’ where she talks to directors, actors, writers and composers about their relationship with music, both professionally and personally. The podcast has won an ARIA for Best Specialist Music Show in 2018 and was also the recipient of two Gold trophies for Best Digital Music Programme and Music Podcast at the New York Festival Radio Awards also in 2018.

Coming to Bridport she says was a ‘no brainer’ for her. She joked that the hardest part has been stopping talking about what films to show. However, she is quick to point out that putting the programme together was a collaborative effort—working often with producer Nick Goldsmith who is in on the From Page to Screen committee. She talks about ‘a lot of phone calls with Nick and a lot of going online to check that things were adaptations. And then being devastated when you find out Noooo, and then trying to almost squeeze an adaptation connection out of something.’

The end result, she hopes, has something for everyone, with a little bit of herself in each film. The line-up shows not only Edith’s flare and diverse interests but she admits that in most cases there is something personal. ‘There are films that at some point or someplace have had an impact on me’ she says. ‘West Side Story, for example, is probably one of the musicals that I have watched the most. There’s something about that film. I think it’s close to perfect really. I’m not a fan of all musical film but that kind of nails it I think.’ She cites the finger-clicking start where the Jets dominate their turf with a Haka-like routine. ‘It’s just incredible—and the take on Romeo and Juliet. What a brilliant interpretation of Shakespeare and brilliant piece of musical theatre. That’s what I mean; every film has had an impact on me in some way shape or form, or has been part of my film education as well.’

The five day festival, with films showing at Bridport Arts Centre, the Electric Palace, the Lyric Theatre, the LSI and the Unitarian Chapel also features Paris Texas, a film that Edith was fortunate enough to discuss with Director Sam Mendes while doing a film show for Channel Life Cinematic. Sam chose it as one of his favourite films. ‘What an extraordinary piece of cinema’ she says. ‘And then to hear someone like Sam dissect it and talk about his emotional connection with it and his take it and its influence on him. That was an absolute treat.’

Ry Cooder’s haunting melancholy slide guitar is a highlight that subtly sits in the bones of the viewer. In fact, Director Wim Wenders has been quoted as saying the film was shot with ‘a camera and a guitar’, describing Cooder’s soundtrack as ‘sacred music’. Explaining why it was one of her choices for this year’s festival, Edith says, ‘the simplicity of how it sounds and the complexity of the scenes is just breath-taking.’
At the opposite end of the spectrum, the family classic Pinocchio probably offers up one of the most weepy tunes in cinema. When You Wish Upon A Star has probably brought more tears to cinema audiences than any other tune. The song was performed by the late Cliff Edwards, who was also known as ‘Ukulele Ike’. After a string of hits and the lifestyle of a star, Edwards died penniless at a charity hospital in Hollywood. His body was initially unclaimed until it transpired that Disney had been quietly paying the hospital bills. His sad ending somehow makes listening to his voice even more poignant.
Despite the fact that we now have to wait until October to enjoy the From Page to Screen Festival, enforced isolation might give some people the opportunity to catch up on films they may not have had time to see before. Edith’s excellent podcast ‘Soundtracking’ which can be accessed through her website www.edithbowman.com/soundtracking is also an excellent place for film fans to hear interviews with directors, actors, producers and a range of other fascinating people involved in film. It is her ‘pride and joy’, something she works hard to ensure is a highlight for those that listen to it. And it’s also an opportunity for Edith to get close and personal with people that often only offer a fleeting moment during promotional tours.

‘The lovely thing is people really respond to it, which is really lovely’ she says. ‘Because a lot of the time I interview people in the kind of promo window time, where they’re in the middle of promoting a film. So you’re just one of the people in a long list of who they see.’
In those situations, Edith has just a brief moment to make a connection and listening to her podcast it’s clear that her enthusiasm has helped her build up an impressive collection of friends and contacts in the industry.

There will be light at the end of the tunnel the world is currently going through and From Page to Screen is one of the things to look forward to when we get there.

 

 

People in Food Claire Moore

Emerging from the kitchen next to the waiting room of The Station Kitchen, West Bay, Claire Moore is dressed in her chef whites with a black apron over the top, topped with a sprinkling of flour. Executive chef and co-owner with her husband, Ross Moore, Claire and her team do all the cooking for the eclectic restaurant on wheels that is a train carriage in the old station of West Bay.
Likening her food to traditional British fare with a modern twist, Claire and her husband have worked tirelessly over the last five years to create an eating experience like no other, converting the derelict railway track into one of the most sought after dining experiences in Dorset. Great gold pineapples accost the eyes as soon as you enter the ‘waiting room’, a pre-dinner space perfect for cocktails and aperitifs. All designed by Claire, this is where the experience starts, however, the journey continues in the carriage, fully refurbished, with cheerful coloured glass and vintage finds, making it a feast for the eyes. And that’s all before the food arrives.
Trained as a pastry chef, Claire moved down with Ross to Bridport, pregnant, not knowing the area and in need of an income. Their previous career paths didn’t suit the area and so Claire, once her son was born, started to think of things she could do from home. So, she made cupcakes and sold them in Bridport Market. Then, she made them commercially for businesses, as they were in such demand. Moving through then into catering, the couple started taking bookings for weddings. Their catering business, Sausage and Pear, kept growing and is still a great success.
The Station Kitchen is Claire’s brainchild, emerging from a need to have a presence in the local community. And she hasn’t looked back since first stepping onto the railway platform. Downplaying the transformation from ramshackle shell to the show-stopper it is now, Claire jokes that her pipe dream has turned into “one big train set”. Clearly, it is so much more.

April in the Garden

As I write we are just at the beginning of the Coronavirus ‘lockdown’ period. In these uncertain times it’s good to find a silver lining to this particular cloud: being forced to stay at home, when you might normally be sat in an office, or busy ferrying kids around, means there’s no excuse not to tackle the garden!
As long as you are able to stick to the ‘social distancing’ rules, i.e. being outdoors in your own garden does not bring you into contact with anyone outside of your own family unit, then, as far as I can see, gardening is one activity that you can still enjoy during this worrying period. Being outdoors, gently active, is good for your physical and, most importantly, mental health.
Hardware stores are still open, at the moment anyway, and many of them sell all the gardening sundries that you are likely to need. Online buying and mail-order come into their own at a time like this. Unfortunately, online and ‘remote’ retailing is killing local gardening businesses so it’s worth checking with local nurseries just in case they have a scheme in place which allows them to sell while complying with the social distancing rules.
My heart went out to ‘Avon Bulbs’, longterm ‘RHS’ show exhibitors, who had, obviously, geared up their whole stocks of fabulous bulbous material ready for the show season. The cancellation of all the early horticultural shows, including the iconic ‘Chelsea Flower Show’, leaves them somewhat ‘all dressed up and nowhere to go’. They were operating a timed entry, drive-through, cash and carry system at their nursery in an attempt to salvage something from this nightmare situation.
That novel scheme has ended now but it’s worth checking with them, and other specialist nurseries, if they have other ways of getting plants to you while the nursery site is closed. I’m worried that the cancellation of flower shows, closure of retail operations and no garden visiting will be the death knell of many horticultural businesses which struggle to remain financially viable at the best of times.
It always amazes me how much money folk spend on having the latest, biggest, shiniest car, or most fabulous foreign holiday, but baulk at paying a few quid for a glorious little plant lovingly grown by an expert nurseryman / woman. Maybe an enforced stay at home will help to focus minds on what is more important in life?
Anyway, back to gardening…
This month sees lots of blossom from trees, especially fruit trees, and whole tribes of bulbs and ‘woodland floor’ plants bloom now before the leaf canopy closes over them. On warm days it’s a joy to be in the garden getting on with titivating; dusting soil with a general fertiliser, removing weed seedlings and gently ‘tickling’ with a border fork. Getting down with the emerging herbaceous perennials allows you to remove invidious weeds before they get out of hand or are obscured by other plants growing up around them.
We are at the tipping point of the growing season when buds burst from bare stems and spring bulbs double in size and abundance overnight. The stirring perennials in your garden deserve, in fact, demand, a little feeding. A sprinkle of ‘fish, blood and bone’ around emerging herbaceous plants will encourage them to grow away vigorously with the April showers.
With rising average temperatures and a diminishing risk of hard frost, there’s more opportunity to sow hardy annuals this month than there was last. Seeds are so readily available online that they are the obvious answer to getting some gardening done even in these restricted times. For those plants which should have been sown by now, there is also an online solution: ‘plug’ plants and ‘young’ plants. These are more expensive than growing your own because, and it’s true of all plants, you are paying for the time and skill of the producer to get the plant to a more advanced stage.
I shall stray, for a moment, into the vegetable area, covered more fully elsewhere, and just point out that it’s still relatively early in the cycle of veg sowing so, if you’ve never grown your own before, now’s the golden opportunity to make a start. Also sowing lawns from scratch can take place now, following rigorous seedbed preparation, as long as you can provide some sort of protection from heavy downpours which would otherwise wash the seed and fine tilth away.
Open up coldframes, greenhouses and conservatories, whenever it is sunny, to encourage ventilation and begin the hardening off process. If you took tender perennial cuttings in the autumn, and they are still in pots or seed trays, then these should be separated out and potted up as soon as growth resumes.
Herbaceous perennials can be propagated easily, before they are too advanced in growth, simply by chopping sections out of the clump while they are still in the ground or by lifting the whole stool and carving it up with a sharp spade. Pot up some sections into fresh compost, creating new plants, then replant the remaining third, or so, incorporating a handful of general feed into the planting hole. Remember to water in well, to settle the roots, even if the ground is already wet.
Having been subjected to so much rain this winter it’s easy to forget that, whenever it is dry and sunny, plants may require watering from this point onwards, especially if they are in containers or were only planted recently. I’ve already had to water the bulbs in pots – it’s amazing how quickly things dry out. At least being forced to stay at home makes it easier to spot what needs doing and allows you to actually spend time doing it.

Please make the most of your garden, while you can, but hope that ‘normal service is resumed’ as soon as possible. Stay well…

The Father of Radar

In the February edition of The Marshwood in A History of Science in 20 Objects I mentioned that I would have included Radar. Radar was included in the Brooke Bond Picture Cards of 1975 which I also referred to, but how many now can recall the person called the Father of Radar?
Sir Robert Alexander Watson-Watt has been described as the Father of Radar by Professor Hanbury Brown. Hanbury Brown had worked under Watson-Watt in the early days of the development of radar and said that he had the ability to inspire followers with devotion and enthusiasm. The fact that ground and airborne radar were developed in time for World War II and the Battle of Britain was largely due to Watson-Watt.
Watson-Watt was born in 1892 in Brechin, Aberdeenshire, the son of a carpenter and studied Electrical Engineering at University College in Dundee. He was appointed assistant to the Professor of Physics who encouraged him to study wireless telegraphy. After the outbreak of the First World War he joined the Meteorological Office at Ditton Park (Slough) to work on radio methods of locating thunderstorms, if possible to warn aircraft. This led to the use of rotating frame aerials and later the cathode-ray direction finder. In 1927 Watson-Watt was appointed Superintendent of the Radio Research Station which also included measuring the height of the reflecting layers of the ionosphere by pulsed radio. The word “ionosphere” was coined by Watson-Watt.
In 1935 H E Wimperis, Air Ministry Director of Research, set up a Committee for the Scientific Study of Air Defence under H T Tizard to consider if recent advances in scientific knowledge could improve our defences against hostile aircraft. During the 1914-18 war we were not very successful in finding enemy zeppelins at night and by 1930 it was decided to use sensitive microphones and sound reflectors around the southeastern approaches to London. Large reflectors could detect an aircraft at between 30 and 40 km, so would give about 4 minutes warning of an approaching aircraft. We also had the Royal Observer Corps with binoculars and manual height detectors who could identify and count enemy aircraft in daylight. Wimperis asked Watson-Watt if a hostile aircraft could be damaged by radiation—could we make a “death-ray”. He replied that it would require some 30 MW at least, far more than could be produced then and if the aircraft were metal clad the crew and engine would be shielded from radiation. He said that a less unpromising problem of radio detection could be submitted when required.
Professor Hanbury Brown knew Watson-Watt well and commented that “less unpromising” was a typical remark of Watson-Watt who by using double negatives and convoluted syntax, etc., could make the simplest subject difficult.
Watson-Watt sent a memorandum to Tizard’s committee entitled “Detection of aircraft by radio methods” in February 1935. He estimated the radio signal strength reflected from an aircraft and the optimum wavelength, together with how the distance of the target could be measured and that a cathode-ray direction-finder might be developed to measure its elevation and bearing. The Committee requested a trial. A Heyford bomber flew at 2000 m height to and from a beam from the BBC transmitter in a demonstration in February 1935. They saw signals from the aircraft for about 4 minutes as it passed overhead.
The report was favourable and two weeks later a small group left the Slough Research Station for Orfordness to commence development of radar, then called Radio Direction Finding. They included A E Wilkins, E G Bowen and L H Bainbridge-Bell and they soon had a working radar. After only five weeks they saw an echo from a Scapa flying boat at a range of 27 km. By the end of the year, they could detect aircraft at ranges of 100km well beyond the range of sound locators and also its position in three dimensions. Watson-Watt visited Orford from Slough almost every weekend. By December 1935 it was agreed to build five radar stations covering the approaches to London, between Bawdsey and South Foreland. The Air Ministry bought Bawdsey Manor on the coast near Orford early in 1936 and Watson-Watt was appointed its Superintendent.
Watson-Watt proposed a new system of air defence and this began in 1937. A “filter room “ was to correlate raw data from several radar stations before it was passed on to those controlling the fighter aircraft. This was arranged with RAF Fighter Command and was ready in time for the Battle of Britain. Watson-Watt claimed to have “invented” the use of WAAFs (Women’s Auxiliary Air Force) as radar operators. A second trial in 1937 using three of the five original stations was successful and a coastal chain of stations named Home Chain of 20 more stations was agreed.
By the outbreak of war, there were 19 stations on the east coast and six on the south, giving coverage from Scotland to Portsmouth. The Home Chain stations on the east coast each used four steel towers of 110 m height supporting eight dipole aerials for transmission and the receiver used three or four wooden towers of 73 m height. The transmitter valves were water-cooled and the receiver display was on a cathode-ray tube (like a modern television display) calibrated with the distance of the incoming aircraft.
Watson-Watt realised that the German Air Force were likely to commence bombing by night, especially if our radar succeeded in stopping them by day. Our aircraft would then need to carry radar to find and identify an enemy aircraft in the dark. In early 1936 Watson-Watt asked Dr E G Bowen to develop airborne radar. It was a very difficult problem as the ground radar weighed several tons and consumed many kilowatts of power. The first radar for night flying, called AI (Air Interception) was delivered to Fighter Command in a Blenheim aircraft in August 1939 and later was used successfully against night raids in early 1941. Radar for detecting ships, called ASV (Air to Surface Vessels) was delivered to the RAF in a Hudson aircraft in January 1940.
In 1940 H A Boot and J T Randall at Birmingham University developed the cavity magnetron which could generate high transmitter power at microwaves and so use smaller antennas, more suited to aircraft. The first operational use of centimetre-wave radar for AI was made in December 1941 and for ASV in March 1943.
In 1940/41 an experimental station was set up at Worth Matravers in Dorset on a large high flat area further from possible German invasion. It eventually employed 200 who developed the rotating aerial and map displays for tracking targets. Other radar stations were set up on Purbeck. Later a station was built near Stonebarrow Hill and Golden Cap at the time of the Cold War. It is now a National Trust property.
Watson-Watt left Bawdsey Manor in July 1938 to become Director of Communications Development in the Air Ministry in London, but he kept a close watch on radar development and its use by the RAF. His replacement as Superintendent of Bawdsey was A P Rowe. In 1939 Watson-Watt was appointed Scientific Advisor on Telecommunications to the Air Ministry and later to the Ministry of Aircraft Production.
In 1942 Watson-Watt was knighted. After the war, he was Scientific Adviser to various Ministries and led delegations to international meetings. In 1947 he set up a private firm of consultants, later moving to Canada and the USA. He returned to die in Scotland in 1973.
Three UK patents were granted in his name between 1924 and 1936 all of them having a bearing on the development of radar.
Watson-Watt wrote his own book of the development of radar, Tree Steps to Victory which I remember reading years ago and found it heavy going, with many references to official reports.
However, we should certainly remember “The Father of Radar” when we hear expressions like “under the radar”. Radar is now indispensable in our time of heavy air traffic and without its development, we might not have modern TV and microwave ovens.
I have based this article on one by Hanbury Brown in the Institution of Electrical Engineers journal of February 1994 but have tried to omit as much technical jargon as possible.

Cecil Amor, Hon President of Bridport History Society.

Become a Friend of our Ancient Hillforts

A new project aimed at protecting Dorset’s historic hillforts has been unveiled by The National Trust. Margery Hookings finds out more.

I’m lucky enough to live not far from the lower slopes of Lewesdon Hill in the west of Dorset.
At 279 metres, it’s the highest point in Dorset. From the top, in between the gaps in the trees, you can look out across the lush Marshwood Vale to the sea beyond. On the western side, you have Lewesdon’s neighbour, Pilsdon, its flat-top so distinctive on the horizon. To the north and west, there is the village of Broadwindsor, the ancient Roman hillfort Waddon Hill (which is privately owned), the ridge at Rampisham and beyond.
I visit Lewesdon frequently with the dog. Getting there pretty early, I often don’t see a soul, which is how I like it. But this time of year, in April and May, the hill becomes a magnet for people drawn to Lewesdon’s carpets of bluebells. I’m not giving away any secrets by saying it’s one of the best spots to immerse yourself in this wonderful annual spectacle.
Lewesdon is one of 13 Iron Age hillforts in Dorset and Wiltshire owned by the National Trust. It is part of the major Wessex Hillforts and Habitats project which is helping to restore a healthy beautiful natural environment rich in archaeology.
Ruth Worsley, volunteering and community involvement officer, explains: ‘Currently, many of them are in poor condition with four on Historic England’s Heritage at Risk register. Many have suffered from erosion and damage from both human footfall and livestock, whilst some are heavily choked in scrub.
‘The project is recruiting volunteers to survey their condition. Resulting surveys will inform future management. It’s an inspiring project connecting communities and volunteers with heritage and nature. The project is also working to improve access and interpretation including making available a downloadable visitors guide.
‘There is a chance to get involved through Friends of the Hillforts. Alongside volunteers carrying out surveys, we would like to encourage members of the communities local to the hillforts to take on an ambassadorial role for these magical sites. Being eyes and ears and sharing their local knowledge with visitors.’
Rich in archaeology, hillforts allow us to step back in time and re-imagine the lives and livelihoods of our ancestors. Many were built in the Iron Age, more than 2,000 years ago, and all are significant landmarks. It’s easy to understand why our ancestors chose these places to live and defend themselves. They often stand in prominent isolation in the landscape so you can get a sense of their positional power whilst enjoying panoramic views across the countryside.
‘They’re as alike as Lewesdon Hill and Pilsdon Pen’ is an old Dorset saying, meaning they’re not very alike at all. Lewesdon Hillfort, masked by ancient beech and oak, contrasts with the open heather and gorse lined ramparts on the hilltop of its near neighbour, Pilsdon Pen. Along with other nearby hillforts of Coney’s Castle and Lambert’s Castle, these impressive and commanding sites line one side of the Marshwood Vale and look out to Eggardon hillfort over on the eastern side of the vale.
‘Dorset’s hillforts also give visitors extraordinary opportunities to experience nature throughout the seasons,’ Ruth says. ‘These Iron Age hillforts are of national importance not just for their archaeology, but for their diverse fragile wildlife habitats including chalk grassland, veteran trees, ancient hedgerow, and acid heathland and support some of the UK’s threatened butterflies including the Adonis Blue, and the Marsh Fritillary.’
It is thought that there was some kind of settlement on Lewesdon Hill in the Iron Age, possibly a place of refuge for people in times of threat. The site was protected from invaders by the steep natural slope on one side, and a man-made ditch and rampart on the flatter side of the hill.
It’s a mysterious and magical place with steep, ancient earthern boundaries lined with magnificent veteran beech and oak trees. It’s alive with birdsong. You can enjoy woodland birds such as green and great spotted woodpeckers, nuthatch and treecreeper. Tread quietly and you could be rewarded with a glimpse of roe deer at dusk. The woodland floor in autumn is a feast of fungi with fallen decaying trees also providing excellent habitat for beetles.
A new guide, produced by the National Trust and available to download, introduces you to the Iron Age hillforts of Dorset: nationaltrust.org.uk/hambledon-hill/features/dorsets-hillforts-a-visitors-guide
For more information on volunteering or any aspect of the project, contact Ruth Worsley on Ruth.Worsley@nationaltrust.org.uk.

In Search of the Native Daffodil by Philip Strange

This year sees the 250th anniversary of the birth of the English romantic poet William Wordsworth. One of his most famous poems, Daffodils was inspired by an extensive drift of the flowers he encountered growing along the shores of Ullswater in the Lake District.
Wordsworth’s flowers would have been our native wild daffodil, smaller and less showy than the many brightly coloured, cultivated varieties we are accustomed to seeing in our gardens and parks. Native daffodils used to grow prolifically in the wild in many parts of the UK but woodland clearance and ploughing of meadows reduced their numbers. The west country is still a good place to see the flowers in the wild so I went off to look for them in Devon and Dorset.

 

I started my quest in our Devon garden where, a few years ago, we planted native daffodil bulbs obtained from a reputable supplier. This year they began to flower in late February revealing blooms of an understated beauty compared to their less subtle cultivated cousins. The trumpet is lemon-yellow and rather narrow with roughly parallel sides and the six petals are the colour of clotted cream, standing perpendicular to the trumpet, like an Elizabethan ruff. The grey green strap-like leaves and flower stem holding its single flower are about 20cm long, quite a bit shorter than many cultivated varieties.
The native daffodil is a member of the narcissus family, a genus often said to be named from the Greek myth whereby the young man, Narcissus, falls in love with his reflection seen in a pool of water. Unable to resist the allure of his own image, in time he realises his love cannot be reciprocated and he wastes away turning into a gold and white flower. Others believe the name comes from the Latin word narce, (numbness, torpor) a reference to the narcotic properties of the plant. Daffodils contain many chemicals, some of which were probably responsible for these narcotic effects, and extracts of daffodil have historically been used in folk medicine. The plant is now considered to be poisonous but one compound, galantamine, is purified from daffodils grown commercially in Wales for use as a therapy in Alzheimer’s disease.
The flowers growing in our garden provided me with a useful image to keep in my mind when I went into the countryside searching for native daffodils. It wasn’t difficult to find flowers along lane-side verges in West Dorset and in Devon that resembled the native daffodil, but how could I be sure? Simon Harrap in his beautifully illustrated book “Wild Flowers” warns against identifying roadside blooms as native because of the practice of garden dumping and of hybridisation with one of the thousands of garden cultivars, some of which have been deliberately planted to brighten up the countryside. He suggests searching in deciduous woodland or old pasture where the flowers may have been long established.
So, where can we go to see our native daffodil growing in the wild? The Lake District has strong populations with Wordsworth’s flowers still gracing the shores of Ullswater in late March and early April. Another fine population can be seen near Farndale in North Yorkshire but it is on the Gloucestershire/Herefordshire borders that one of the most impressive displays occurs each spring. The “Golden Triangle”, defined by the villages of Kempley, Oxenhall and Dymock, has for many years attracted large numbers of visitors to see the carpets of wild daffodils in woodlands, orchards and pasture.
A fine display of the wildflowers can, however, be found nearer to home. Just a few miles to the west of Exeter in the Teign Valley in Devon lies Dunsford Nature Reserve and on a beautifully sunny mid-March day, we went to see the Dunsford daffodils. We parked near Steps Bridge where the Teign cascaded noisily over rocks creating showers of white water and sparkling light. The riverside path took us away from the bridge and almost immediately we came across daffodils. They were easy to find: growing under the trees in deciduous woodland, scattered across riverside meadows and flourishing among coppiced hazel stools. They were unmistakeably our native daffodil based on their stature, the shape of the flowers and their lemon and cream colour and, something I hadn’t noticed before, the tendency of individual flowers to be held at a slight angle downwards. For the most part, they do not grow thickly, it’s as though they need their space, and dense drifts of the flowers are rarely seen here. But this is compensated for by the sheer number of flowers so that for a few weeks at this time of year they own the land and it becomes very much daffodil territory. This is one of the strong impressions I shall take away from our visit.
We did find one meadow with denser growth where the colours of the flowers tended to merge into a sheen of yellow, shining like the sun and reminding us that spring is on its way. Native daffodils are sometimes also called “Lent lilies” as they were said to bloom and fade between Ash Wednesday and Easter. When we visited Dunsford on March 16th, the flowers were close to their peak but they should still be around for a few more weeks.
But let’s go back to that stormy day in April 1802 when William Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy encountered the profusion of daffodils by Ullswater. Dorothy described in her journal for April 15th how the flowers “tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake”. William composed his poem two years later, inspired by her journal entry and his tribute to the daffodil has become one of the best-known pieces of verse in the English language.
Here is the last verse where Wordsworth remembers the events:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

For directions to Dunsford Nature Reserve look at: https://www.devonwildlifetrust.org/nature-reserves/dunsford
I bought native daffodil bulbs from https://www.wildflowershop.co.uk/index.html
Philip Strange is Emeritus Professor of Pharmacology at the University of Reading. He writes about science and about nature with a particular focus on how science fits into society. His work may be read at http://philipstrange.wordpress.com/

Oliver Letwin’s Apocalypse

Long before the coronavirus outbreak, The Right Honourable Sir Oliver Letwin was heavily involved in learning about Britain’s resilience in the face of what is termed a ‘Black Swan’ event, i.e. an event that is very rare. What he discovered prompted him to write a book to alert those in power to what needs to be done to secure our world in the event of a certain type of catastrophe. What he didn’t know was how relevant his concerns were in light of the current crisis. He talked to Fergus Byrne about Apocolypse How?

 

It was during his time as Minister for Resilience in David Cameron’s coalition government that Sir Oliver Letwin first began to seriously consider Britain’s areas of vulnerability to different forms of crisis. However, like just about everyone in Government then and since, coronavirus was not on the agenda. Oliver was looking at other scenarios.

In March he published a frightening book that details one possible vulnerability that this country—and indeed the wider world—has not made any concrete plans to defend us against. And the current coronavirus crisis has starkly underlined just how much we need to address his concerns.

Apocolypse How? describes a situation where Britain is the grip of a ‘Black Swan’ event—named as such because it is considered to be as rare as a black swan. In this case, the rare event is the complete failure of the National Grid. Oliver’s book starts with a fictional account of a massive network and electricity failure at a time when the world has gradually put advancing technology in charge of just about everything, from smart homes to transport.

In the opening chapter, one of the main characters can’t drive onto the M4 because his car’s motorway registration system is not working, due to its need for a satellite feed. Attempting to enter the motorway without this registration results in the car simply slowing to an eventual stop (somewhere safe one assumes). As the failure of the registration system is part of a countrywide communications breakdown, the obvious use of Sat Nav to find another way home is not an option. And, as by this time all cars are electric-powered, not knowing how to get somewhere presents difficult challenges. In a situation where people need help, such as the elderly or those with a disability, this problems hints at being just the tip of an iceberg.

Oliver has chosen a format of writing a fictional narrative followed by a chapter explaining how the story is possible and therefore not just fiction. The result is a very effective method of pointing out our vulnerabilities.

With his signature delivery of a thoughtful rationale, Oliver explained how he developed the idea behind the book. ‘I came gradually to the conclusion that we ought to try, in some more systematic way, to identify what the things were that were not so cataclysmic that you couldn’t do anything about them, and not so unimportant that you didn’t need to worry about them, but were midway between these—i.e. very important, but in principal, conceivably something you could do something about. So, for example, if a big meteor hits the earth and the earth ceases to have life on it, there’s not much we can do about it. And nuclear Armageddon, whilst we should try to prevent it, is not something that we are likely, if it should occur, to be able to remedy by making civil defence measures. And in the other extreme, a significant inconvenience somewhere in the country—you get over it and we pass on.’

In the case of what happens in Apocalypse How?, the key issue that Oliver believes we face is the lack of a ‘fallback option’ when integrated networks, which in the setting of the book are all reliant on the same power source, fail. All efforts appear to be going into ensuring that there isn’t a failure but little is being done to figure out what to do if there is.

‘I began to try to identify, systematically, what the risks were that were really high impact but were potentially preventable’, he explained. ‘As that work proceeded, it became increasingly clear that one of the things we are most exposed to is the convergence of networks and the increasing dependence, more and more, on them and the fragility that that engenders.’ He explained our propensity to look at disasters in terms of possibility and how easy it is to think “it’ll never happen.” But the fact is that that is still a gamble. ‘In the course of all that’ he said. ‘I learned about how, if you don’t understand them, statistics can mislead you and how you need to think about the difference between protecting against things and accepting that they may happen. And therefore you need some fallback if they did.’

Admitting that, even before the advent of coronavirus, we were in a period of ‘quite considerable challenges for government’ he became concerned that the immediacy of those challenges and further work on protecting against the things he describes in the book, or the development of fallback solutions, was likely to be put on the back burner.

‘So the reason for writing the book particularly’ he said, was to try to raise a salient issue and to ‘try to persuade people in the media and the population at large, and eventually politicians and governments, to take this sort of thing seriously. Even though, as I explained in the book, it’s not sexy in the short term.’
One of the striking things about Apocalypse How? is Oliver Letwin’s explanation of how Government works and why they can’t or won’t act to prevent ‘Black Swan’ events. For example, the mere act of ‘surviving politics’ is always more pressing, and anything that isn’t already happening, or isn’t happening within a short time, will always go to the back of the queue. There is also a consistent need to focus on problems that are considered ‘real’ rather than ‘hypothetical’.

If we’ve learned anything from coronavirus, it is that hypothetical can become real much quicker than has previously been realised.

Perhaps one of the more frightening explanations that comes from his knowledge of Government is his understanding of people and our natural fear of being wrong, looking stupid or not wanting to be blamed. Not only does surviving politics stop people from undertaking necessary actions because of a fear of being wrong, but there is also the belief that if you contribute to averting a crisis, the world is usually too busy with other things to thank you. Nobody notices the reason a crisis doesn’t happen. People trying to survive in politics, he suggests, generally won’t do something that they won’t be thanked for.

One scenario that shows a particularly glaring omission is the fact that, despite most hospitals having back-up generators for power, the latest communication technologies mean that within a few years there will be little or no old-fashioned methods of communication, like a walkie-talkie, except for organisations such as the army. In that situation, the army’s ability to communicate would be helpful, but if it can’t communicate with anyone else, it’s impossible for units to coordinate where their assistance will be most needed. The fact that little is being done to protect us, for example from an inability to communicate, is something that Oliver is keenly aware of. ‘I think there’s a great deal of effort going into protecting things against those sorts of failure, which is good’ he said. ‘But I think that the impetus to provide fallback solutions, as far as I can detect, was rather lost after the government dived into the Brexit scenario. And incidentally, I think we got further into our thinking than most other countries. This is not a UK problem this is a global problem and I hope that this is a message that can be spread across the world.’

Considering the hidden public services like food production, distribution and pharmacies etc that have been so important during the current crisis, the lack of their ability to communicate would be catastrophic. Imagine a situation where food suppliers were not able to communicate with supermarkets, where shops and services had fully committed to card payments, where we have become a cashless society and suddenly there was no electricity to make the system work? The public disorder would be a nightmare to control.

However, this is one scenario that Oliver Letwin doesn’t dwell on in Apocalypse How? The potential for public disorder on a massive scale could have made this book a contender for a great disaster movie. But instead, he took a different angle. ‘Maybe there would be significant public disorder’ he explained, ‘but I think that’s the lurid end of it. And similarly, of course, I could have taken a massive cyber-attack in the sort of novel bit of the book, which is also sexier. But what I was trying to do was point out, without being lurid, and in an entirely sort of humdrum way, that actually there are great exposures.’

Instead of the blockbuster angle, he sought to bring home the vulnerability of the elderly during a crisis like this. ‘I thought that the case of looking after the frail elderly—which is obviously an issue that is of great importance now and will continue to be even more and more important as our population ages over the next ten, twenty and thirty years—actually depends pretty comprehensively on people being able to move around; people being able to communicate with one another and all the things, in short, that are fragile. So I thought it was a good way to illustrate, without being lurid, how significant the problem could get.’

He is very aware of the potential for an enormously catastrophic situation. ‘I very much have not taken the extreme end because at the extreme end, of course, you could have the whole world’s system failing. It’s perfectly imaginable that cross-contamination and convergence could make that happen. I didn’t want to take a case like that because I didn’t want people to say “well obviously he’s taken an extreme case”. I’ve just taken one country at random which happens to be ours, it could be any country. I’ve taken a fact that everybody knows, which is that there are a lot of elderly and frail people in their homes whom one way or another need to be looked after—heated, fed and so on. And I’ve pointed out something blindingly obvious, which is that if the systems on which people’s records of where they are, ability to get to them, ability to have their lights and gas and so on and ability to talk to them fails, you’ve got a problem. And you don’t need many days, under certain conditions—I’ve pictured a rather cold spell—to become really quite serious.’

The scenario and resulting difficulties that Apocalypse How? depicts are frightening, especially given the current situation. But when Oliver talked about his book we were in the early stages of the coronavirus outbreak. So early that he had even hoped the book might be published at a time when his message may have a chance of being heard. ‘All I’m trying to do is raise the alarm’ he said, ‘in the hope that now there’s a slightly calmer period in our national life again the government will take up the issue.’ One month later and that slightly calmer period is a distant memory.

However, before we were thrown into the depths of the crisis, he offered hope that much of our health system has made some preparation for something like the coronavirus problem. He highlighted Public Health England which he described as ‘a body of very expert people, very serious people who have a great deal of knowledge and practical experience. And they’ve developed a series of rigmaroles and I’ll bet you that they turn out to be very good at controlling the spread of coronavirus, because they know what you have to do to track people down and take the appropriate measures and so on.’ He recalled how, when dealing with Ebola cases in West Africa which didn’t have public health systems, helping them to set up rudimentary health measures and systems was more important than building makeshift hospitals. ‘So that’s an area in which Britain is pretty well equipped with the equivalent of a fallback mechanism.’

When he was dealing with Ebola and with various of the fever outbreaks, one of the things that became clear is that there are all sorts of preparations that can be put in place. ‘You can’t stop those things from happening’ he says, talking about virus outbreaks. ‘But you can build up protective systems and good public health systems that with any luck curtail them and limit the damage. But we obviously don’t control the world sufficiently to prevent viruses from happening and spreading, to begin with. What we can do is to lay in if were canny about it, and overcome some of the problems of this economy. Lay in vaccines for example that may not be very useful at the moment, but which might become useful if and when. And that’s something that I was involved in when I was a Minister. And there is now a much better arrangement for funding and holding vaccines that may be useful but are not immediately relevant, and which commercially, therefore, wouldn’t be held.’

While the world is currently in the grip of a crisis beyond anything we could have imagined much of what Oliver Letwin talks about appears to be very relevant. Not directly to the ravages of coronavirus. But to use a popular turn of phrase, Apocalypse How? is a ‘wakeup call’ that can be applied to a number of scenarios. The key point is that despite our great efforts to build walls to stop things happening, we also need to be prepared and have a fallback option in the event that our efforts to stop a crisis from occurring do fail.

Apocalypse How? Is published by Atlantic Books
Price £14.99 ISBN-13 9781786496867

Oliver Letwin was due to talk about the book at The Electric Palace on April 6. This talk has been postponed until further notice.

UpFront 04/20

Although it’s only a few weeks since I talked with Oliver Letwin about his book Apocalypse How? it feels like a very long time ago. We discussed his concerns over our heavy reliance on technology and the difficulties that this may cause in the future. His book highlights the fact that governments tend to deal only with a crisis as it happens, and, although much effort goes into shoring up defences to stop problems from happening, not much is done to create a fall-back option should defences fail. In the case of Oliver’s book, the issue is a failure of the National Grid which by then powers all communications. Today, as we try to get through the current crisis, one thing that has been keenly brought into focus is the value of robust communication. For hospitals, medical suppliers and food producers, it provides a vital lifeline. For families, the benefit of video chat systems has been enormous in a time when people are forced apart from their loved ones. Although I am in a caravan nearby, I have only been able to share mealtimes with my family through the wonders of technology. Someone’s phone is strategically placed on my family’s dining table so we can all chat while we eat. Dinners together are something to look forward to. Although a couple of nights ago everything went a bit blurry when someone reached for the salt and knocked me into the noodles—messy but amusing. But there are already drawbacks when we let technology take too much control. Last week two computers conspired to cancel a friend’s food delivery which had been booked nearly two weeks previously. She went to bed the night before it was due in the knowledge that the next day she would receive her long-awaited food order. When she woke, she noticed automated text messages from her bank. One highlighted an attempted transaction after midnight that she recognised as the payment for her food order. The second asked her to verify the transaction. This was followed by an email from the food company, also sent just after midnight, informing her that her order had been cancelled because they had been unable to process the payment. As the chat line bots didn’t have a computer-generated answer to her problem and phone lines were inaccessible, she had to start again. Her next available delivery slot is in three weeks’ time and she has no plans to sleep the night before.

David Bracher

Robin Mills met David Bracher at Chaffcombe, Somerset

‘Although my mother was living in Welling, Kent, in 1947, I was born in the Mother & Baby home in Tunbridge Wells because, as I understand it, Woolwich hospital had been severely damaged in the Blitz. As a mother of an illegitimate son, she was banished from her home and left to fend for herself, living in different parts of the country, working as a telephonist. A very close relationship developed between us, and I have wonderful memories of summer holidays in Eastbourne, Bournemouth, the Isle of Wight and Guernsey.
My life took a turn for the worse when I was 5 or 6 as, following my mother’s marriage to an army serviceman, we moved to West Germany. My best memory from that time was my scooter, which had inflatable tyres! The worst was the physical abuse at the hands of my step-father. After two more children and a third on the way, my mother decided to return to England. Thanks to the Army we were found temporary accommodation in a B&B in Blackpool for about a year, then to an army married families hostel in Wiltshire, where we stayed for over 3 years. This gave me a chance to begin catching up on the disrupted start to my education, which was to have a lasting legacy on my academic progress for many years. Although our return to England gave my mother and me more time together, it also meant that I found myself sharing parenting duties as my half-siblings were much younger than me. Fortunately, for my enquiring mind and sense of adventure, life at the ‘camp’ in the depths of the countryside offered endless new opportunities for me: watching cows being milked by hand, being chased by farmers, blackberry picking, hunting for birds’ nests, egg collecting, rearing injured animals and trying to photograph birds on their nests. I enjoyed my two years at the camp’s primary school, where I started to learn the basics and developed a strong interest in wildlife, increasingly watching animals and particularly birds in their habitats, fuelled by receiving bird books as presents from my Mum, notably those by the Kearton Brothers and Peter Scott. By the age of 11 I had acquired well-developed skills of identifying birds by their call and songs, winning a competition on the TV. One of the most significant moments was a day spent with Peter Scott at the Wildfowl Trust Slimbridge, the visit being arranged by Mrs McNee, mother of Patrick McNee the actor, in her role as social worker for the army camp. This visit helped cement my life-long interests in birds.
Photography has been another life-long interest, starting at around 8 years by my mother letting me use her camera whenever I wanted. The regular use of a camera over many years set me up for A Level Art studies and later my photojournalistic endeavours as a teacher training student at Goldsmiths’ College in New Cross, London. From 1967 to 1971 I amassed over 1,000 35mm monochrome images of student life, leading to the successful publication of my book ‘The Way We Were’, which, together with many other images I took at the time, has reconnected many people with those student days which were so formative. Using a camera confidently has enabled me to obtain wonderful images, some quickly taken, and on some occasions, to gain access to events normally out of bounds to the public. The best example was at Brands Hatch Racing Circuit in 1969, when I waved my camera, said ‘press’ and walked right into the Paddock and onto the track, obtaining some great images of the drivers, cars and start of the race.
From a musical and social perspective, Goldsmiths’ punched above its weight in being able to book some of the biggest music acts of the late sixties. I hung out with the students who booked bands such as Cream, Manfred Mann, Yes, King Crimson, The Who, and Muddy Waters and was the unofficial photographer for many gigs. When Muddy Waters arrived we did our best to make him feel at home before the gig, although he didn’t say a lot. But taking a great interest in the image on the poster we had printed for publicity, eventually, he said,”y’know, that ain’t me.” To our horror, the poster used a photo of John Lee Hooker by mistake, but far from walking out in disgust, he took no offence, shook my hand and went on stage. The pyromaniac Crazy World of Arthur Brown was another memorable, if somewhat scary, act, as the ‘fire’ was transferred to the kit of their supporting act, damaging the drums!
As students, we took part in many of the political demonstrations of the day. The Labour government proposed a freeze in teachers’ pay in 1969 which had us on the streets of London. I had come from a little town in Wiltshire, where youth clubs and punch-ups between mods and rockers were the main excitement, to a dynamic London college, where there was a melting pot of culture, art, music and politics. I have no doubt it shaped my life in many ways. I was also greatly inspired by the teaching from well-known educationalists at Goldsmiths’ which had a lasting effect on my teaching and academic career.
After Goldsmiths’ I started teaching in London, then in Wiltshire, where it soon became clear that as I was often working with pupils from troubled backgrounds, sometimes outside of the classroom, I would need a degree to progress. I studied for a BEd at Bristol University, however unexpectedly found myself drawn into an academic career, embarking on a Master’s Degree. In those days Education Authorities could provide funds for in-service training, and I was lucky enough to tap into them just before they ended. The Master’s included counselling, but it was suggested that, because of my aptitude for the subject, I could become an Educational Psychologist, which eventually led me away from teaching. I took a post in Warwickshire, then later came to work in Somerset, the generic post including an embryonic project providing behaviour support using a fresh relationship between schools, the local authority, and different agencies such as the police and social services, as well as the families and children. As a result, I was asked to create a policy document for Somerset looking at how to cut exclusion rates in schools and to provide a ‘Fresh Start’ model for its implementation. This was recognised nationally, and later I undertook a Doctorate using the research project as part of my dissertation. Both my wife Val and my mother were there when I received the Doctorate, something I could not possibly have achieved without either of them. During my doctoral studies, I was privileged to be invited to become a lecturer at Bristol on their EP training course.
Val and I met in 1993, the year I moved from Warwickshire to Somerset. She has helped me to achieve so much through her belief in me, her exceptionally strong work ethic and aspirational approach to life. We are sociable and active people and belong to a group of similarly inclined people in our village, all of whom will organise or help out with whatever needs doing. Our village hall has become the focal point for village activities, there being no pub, shop, or post office. About 7 years ago we started Vinyl Music Nights in the hall, which includes supper, drinks, and dancing to some of my many records. A highlight last summer was putting on Gordon Giltrap, a brilliant guitarist and entertainer, and personal friend from Goldsmiths’ days.
Retirement has offered me an opportunity to do some of the things I most enjoy in addition to spending time with my wife and family. Playing chess in a U3A group, solving chess problems, and crosswords with Val keep the brain alert. Table tennis in our village club or in competitions is excellent for our physical and social needs. Our players are supported brilliantly by Yeovil TT Club and their wonderful coach, Micky Dinmore. Living in a Conservation Area offers me so many photographic challenges throughout the year. Life with my wife Val in our ‘quiet-looking’ village is never boring!’

The Frozen River

The story of how Somerset author and poet, James Crowden, travelled up the Frozen River in the Northern Himalaya is the subject of a new book. Robert Twigger has travelled the pages.

 

James Crowden was a young army officer with a career ahead of him when in the 1970s he threw it all up to reach the then hidden and impenetrable Zangskar Valley of Ladakh, the so-called ‘little Tibet’. His journey up the Frozen River told in clear and moving prose is a wonderful journey to a land that time forgot and which, even today, is not so easy to visit.

It is always a little tricky telling for the first time a travel story that happened four decades ago. Already you are implying ‘classic’ status since no one can make the same journey now; the book must stand or fall on its literary merit, its function as a guidebook to inspire a similar visit is much reduced. Yet the inspiration that this book provides comes from the unchangeable landscape and the universal qualities of the simple people Crowden encounters. It is raised considerably by his own Buddhistic faith, which, not being doctrinaire, has a homespun utility about it. He has visited the country many times subsequent to the memorable expedition he has written about, and this familiarity colours and informs his writing in a good straightforward way. That he is a poet is apparent in the pruning, the one and two-word sentences, the well-honed but never contrived turn of phrase. The balance between human encounter and landscape described is very well handled—it is by no means an easy skill to master.

Zangskar itself, which sounds even to the untutored, decidedly romantic and remote, is in eastern Ladakh, itself a remote part of Kashmir. 95% of its people are Tibetan Buddhists and this informs the feel of the whole book. It is mostly a high up place—from 3500 to 7000 metres, the people inhabiting the lower end of that altitude spectrum (but altitude sickness is something the hardy Crowden hardly suffers from). It covers an area the size of Lincolnshire, though far from flat it is riven with peaks and valleys. The frozen river of the title, the river Chadar that leads to the big town of Leh, is a central part of the book and provides a central balance beam for the narrative between the earlier part, which details Crowden’s immersion in village life, and the later sections which open out into a six-week stay at Karsha monastery and a final solo journey on skis over a high pass where the unavoidably intense sense of accretion of all he has experienced so far, as fresh snow compacts the older snow beneath it, is released in an avalanche and his seven-month journey is complete.

The book is handsomely illustrated and comes with a delightful dustjacket and good quality paper within—it is worth noting such things as many publishers have started to stint when it comes to paper quality—following the lead of cheapo American editions.

My favourite image, travelling up the river Chadar the travellers see only a sliver of night sky studded with bright stars above them. On either side the immense rock walls of the valley soar above them and block out most of the sky; after seeing this ribbon of stars the author reports the happy Zangskaris dance and tell stories before they go to bed.