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Most security services around the world have come to accept that Covid 19 is a Bio-terrorist attack from Wuhan. To believe that a virus accidently escaped from a bio-secure facility, or that a Pangolin infected an entire city is pure fiction. This could not happen in China without the knowledge and direction of the state organisations, fact, nothing happens in China unless the state authorises it.

Wuhan is a classic example of how to direct a Bio-attack if you are totally ruthless and we all know how ruthless the Chinese state organisations are.

Firstly: you need to build up a reservoir of infections in an out of the way place, Wuhan! then isolate it from the rest of China while at the same time allowing it to continue interacting with the rest of the world. Tourists travelling to international transit points, northern Italy, London, New York and in that way guaranteeing it’s spread, remember it was only after a doctor went public in Wuhan that the world was made aware of the danger, it had existed there for months.

Secondly: The Chinese needed to have some means of controlling this virus, nowhere else in the world has this virus acted in the same manner, no matter if it is an open democracy or a dictatorial authoritarian state. Only in China has the virus been controlled locally, so before pressing the accelerator they already had a brake, deaths in China have been restricted almost totally to Wuhan.

Thirdly: The Chinese economy has suffered minimal damage, while deaths have multiplied around the world affecting travel, leisure, the service sector, finance and manufacturing, destroying the economies of many small countries and even cause severe damage to large economies. China has remained largely unaffected growing by leaps and bounds and buying into economies worldwide forcing debt onto many small struggling countries so that they are tied into the Chines philosophies and world view. Now they have no option, they have to obey their financial master, remember these are not companies lending money this is the Chinese state, with a giant military apparatus, they dare not offend just

KOWTOW.

Michael Douglas Bosc

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Covid-19

This particular coronavirus is somewhat more aggressive in its evolution at this moment in time than one would expect, starting with SARs which had a very high mortality rate it effectively killed itself, but evolved into MERS which killed a large number of those it came into contact with, but it could not sustain itself, destroying to many of its hosts and dying out fairly quickly. Now we have the third mutation Covid-19, yes it is killing many people but an acceptable number, as far as it is concerned, it has communicated amongst itself and has learnt when to be aggressive and when to be passive as if it knows how the immune system works and how it responds, do not waste energy on strong defences perhaps damage them a little but when you have a host that is unwell or the immune system is damaged it goes in for the kill, an aged person or a disease that damages the body’s ability to fight back and the infection is fatal.

The question that must follow is this, are viruses and coronaviruses sentient beings individually or a group intelligence? perhaps more like an insect colony with a guiding leader, a queen bee or queen ant guiding their actions, unlikely, they do seem more like a linked communal intelligence what one learns they all learn, a strong coronavirus in a strong host can assimilate all the information from its companions in a weak host who is dying, how to attack and how to grow becoming stronger in a healthy host, the strongest of the strong. Perhaps it is learning how to destroy us first the weak and then the strong.

Nature can be a strange, beautiful and very dangerous environment perhaps it is getting its own back on human stupidity? Saving the world at the cost of many human lives, greenhouse gases are declining as we speak soon the ice could be returning to the north pole and sea temperature will decline if we accept what nature is telling us, in just a few months of restraint by wasteful and greedy countries who pollute all greenhouse gases are falling dramatically in a short time, countries around the world using vast amounts of coal and breeding like rats desist from manufacturing vast amounts of items that we do not really need it is time humanity acknowledged that we are destroying life on earth and realise that this is a warning from our planet, the next virus might wipe us out completely.

If we can stop working and print money for a few months and nature shows us it can recover then why not reduce what we make in the future there is enough on this planet if shared equally, if leaders political and church mean what they say about caring for all the people then they must stop polluting the world, with too many people and too much greed.

Michael Douglas Bosc ©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy Trafalgar Day  Horatio

THANK YOU ALL FOR MY BIRTHDAY WISHES

First of all may I say thank you for my(and Carols) birthday wishes and I would like to explain why its taken me a few days to do this. So grab a coffee and enjoy.

We have had many presents from each other over the years and it is getting harder to think of new ones. So when I asked her what she wanted for her present expecting to be told something for the garden or jewelry. But surprise surprise Carol asked to visit the Hartlepool Royal Navy Museum. So I looked it up on line found it to be interesting booked flights and here’s what happened.

21st October 2019 – Trafalgar Day – and our birthdays.

Morning everyone right a ramble through our adventures and believe me a small cultural shock was involved. So – oh explanation of why so late with thanks – we dont tell anyone where we are until we’re back a result of the robbery. Anyway Monday morning at 4am we were up and ready for the off to Barcelona airport. Thought we would give ourselves plenty of time as with the riots you never knew. But as always when we do the ‘just in case,’ things went ok so we arrived at the parking in plenty of time. Once on board the shuttle bus we were on our way to the airport via Terminal 1 very posh there then to Terminal two. Here we had quite a walk as the parking busses have a space next to Easyjet which is at the other end of the airport from terminals A & B. So off we trecked up through check in on to passport control and finally the walk through the duty free to reach a cafe and that much needed cuppa.

Now we were flying with Jet2 never done this before and believe me it was a very nice experience they have excellent hot chocolate. But I digress now when Michael looked on line you could get from Leeds/Bradford airport via the ‘flyer bus’.. well we could have walked quicker (a point for Bristol) Finally we arrived in Leeds headed for the train station (contrary to Googles info the only bus to Hartlepool was at 9pm arriving at 11pm). It was now 4pm and here came the cultural shock THE RUSH HOUR… after so many years away the platforms were scary, so many people add to this delayed/cancelled trains and you get the picture. One thing that did strike us was how helpful and cheerful the staff were, people talked to us on the journey Michael and others putting the world to rights. Then came the eyeopener one stop before Middlesbrough the train terminated and we ended up taking a taxi to Hartlepool. Now as is our want we hadn’t booked anywhere to stay as on line as we had had a bad experience with Booking.com (same again here) they had said the Premier Inn at the marina was FULL…lying gits our taxi driver phoned Premier and asked yes they said we have rooms…now you know why we dont trust Booking.com. We booked in had a good sized room with a comfy bed went next door for a meal and so to bed. So that was how we spent our birthday welcome years 76 and 73.

View of Navy Museum from Hotel

Next day: From the breakfast room we looked across the dock at the museum the ship looked spectacular tall masts against the skyline. So we did a ‘look round the area’ walk – yes walked – never done so much in my life lol my poor little leggies were wearing away until – that is – we got to the mall. Well come on shopping who could resist it – Michael for one he headed back to the hotel and a rest – me I put a big smile on took a deep breath and headed in. Boots, M&S, Primark and others were all there. I spent so much time getting the few bits we needed that hours had passed by the time I had finished – it was nearly 5pm – I had walked miles but because I was looking at things and shopping I didn’t notice – so I finally got a taxi – really good service and cheap – arriving back exhausted but happy. After a rest we decided to head to the museum only to find we were too late it was closed but it opened at 10am guess who was there waiting to go in……

Last day: The Museum.

After Breakfast we walked round the dock to the museum. Now this has a lot going for it firstly as O.A.P’s we had a concession fee of 8pounds – 10 pounds for adults – which I might add gives you access for a year – really good value. Then they are actively interested in teaching children about our history and what it was like in the days of sail.  The picture above shows a young visitor from Australia firing one of the guns.  The gentleman explained how everything would have worked then handed him a replica ‘slow match’ which he applied to the area where powder would have been if it were real, and there was a bang which made all of us jump as you can see he enjoyed the experience.

About to fire the gun sound effects made us jump 

Then we wandered along to where Michael would have been at home  the Captains cabin.   Here you could see his cot, washstand,  wine cabinet, and table  whilst in the corner covered in papers was his clerks desk (where most of the work was done)  Over 3 hours spent there and Michael enjoyed every minuet of it, he had found someone to talk sailing ships with and lots of info and ideas for another book. He was in his element Sailing ship, sea and History a happy chappie birthday pressie. So I will let the pictures tell the story.

Captains cot and washstand

His wine spirits cabinet

 

 

Captains Table

My desk… lol

Reading the charts

Galley

waiting to see if lunch was ready lol

capstan

The Trincomalee  built in India

pork

where the animals were kept

and of course the obligatory  Ships Rat

Life on board was something else side cabins were arranged along the stern, with dining areas for various messes.  Everything was copper plated on lower decks/bilge as the amo was stored there.

 

inside the chandlers

look what I’ve found

as it was

There is lots to see and children are especially catered for events, and interactive things plus play area all to get them interested in history and this era.  There are also buildings depicting life as it would have been and the one place Michael loved  was the chandlers as it would have been when James Blackstock was alive. We were walking along looking in the buildings when I heard  ‘Carol come here look what I’ve found’  and there he was in the middle of the store everything you could need for a sailing ship, he was in his element.

So that’s how we spent this year just wondering what to do for next birthday???

 

Michael and Carol Bosc

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“The man turned, his jacket opened, plainly visible a .32 in a shoulder holster the message screamed out ‘I can walk around London tooled up without any worries. It was time to go home….’

Peddling along to the first pickup, Stanley stopped and looked at the list. Here he comes looking around he looked twitchy no smiles today. In he goes, a few minutes, head down off he goes, go to the third one, wait he will be a while yet, here he is eyes everywhere looking around, very nervous, this is different it is on today. Miss a couple pick him up again, yes most definitely let’s get back to his flat. Now round the back there’s a small alleyway doesn’t go anywhere put the bike here chain on to many thieves about. Gloves, gun out of the saddlebag into jacket pocket, silencer in the other. Walk round to the front hand through the letterbox, people do what they have grown up doing, step inside pull the key through close the door. Stand still listen all quiet, up the stairs check the kitchen, toilet, bedroom, living room, suitcase feels heavy, whats the time? not much preparation fit silencer and wait. Time is a funny thing, if you have two minutes before you die it goes in a flash, when you have an hour and a half to pass it seems to last forever. A scrabble downstairs, make sure the safety catch is off, sit still, footsteps running up the stairs the door opened a man burst in put the briefcase on the coffee table and reached for the suit case, Stanley pulled the hammer back and the man turned.

NO!!!

Phht…phht

Blood splattered the back wall as the body was thrown across the room wait, silence, pick up the briefcase walk out slowly downstairs, wait listen. Open door step outside pull door shut. Walk round the back there is the bike at least it hasn’t been stolen.

Stanley sat in a park shelter the briefcase beside him. Tuesday morning very quiet, he looked at his watch five minutes, not many people around.  He looked through the missing plank at the back of his shelter, there’s the man walking along the path towards the opposite shelter. He reached it looked at his watch and sat down inside.  Stanley opened the briefcase, assembled the rifle, scope, silencer he looked around all clear. He put the rifle through the opening the stock firmly against his shoulder.  Look through the scope line it up, cross hairs  he’s looking at his watch again, nice and gently, control the breathing steady keep still, the rifle jerked against his shoulder and the man slipped down on the seat.  Stanley started taking the gun apart, scope, silencer, barrel, breach, stock all put away, close the case push the clips in stand up, pick up the case and slowly walk out. Down the path out of the gate along the road, no taxis about better get a bus….”

Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

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My New Book 

This is my new book Drifting. It’s a cowboy short story which ventures into the unknown. Often things come to me when I am researching or reading other things this was such a time. It is not my normal style or subject, plus ghost stories are quite difficult to write and this was no exception.  As usual you start with an idea then build on it only now you have to remember the ghost, how it came to be and in some cases not reveal this until later in the book, whilst all the time including it in there.  Write and re-write came into this, as I would sometimes forget this rule, but I got there in the end and it has had some good responses – albeit the cover I first put out was the wrong one. As usual it’s on Kindle and Create Space as well as Books2Read.

The Wallow Hole

 

Remember these jokers? They who dug up my bulbs and ate all my saffron bulbs in the process. Well they have decided to make a wallow hole on the lower terrace.  Finding a good place for the camera was a little difficult as the tree has been pruned and the good branches for positioning the cameras have gone.  So I called Spurs into action but the position of the dish was wrong however the pump is just right and providing they don’t come poking around the photos are not bad.

After a windy night I have had to find another position for the camera but at least I have these shots of the little so and so’s. First is the wallow hole in daylight to give you an idea of its position. They have made this originally it was a small – very small – little trench which provided run-off water for two fig trees. We should have known better as the boar decided to use they as rubbing sticks and eventually killed them off.  Then this appeared.

 

So to the pictures of  the little gits having a bath and generally enjoying themselves.

 

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

 

 

 

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There are some things that you come across something surprising and creative.  Well that’s what happened last year when we went for coffee and a drive along the coast.

We had stopped off at the little restaurant we like for coffee, and sat watching the rain falling and being blown around by the wind.  It was nice to be in the warm, so we ordered cheesecake and relaxed whilst keeping an eye on the weather.  By the time we had finished the rain had stopped so we decided to take a walk along the beach – to walk off the cheesecake…. On our way back to the car we passed these sand sculptures and could not resist taking a look.

Well this year they had some more on display these were a mix of sheep and ‘modern’ sculptures which to me looked more machine than animal or human.

But the effect was the same the little area was full of people looking and taking photographs.  So when we went for a drive and passed the sculptures we just had to stop and take a look.  It took some time to find a parking spot but finally we found a place further along the beach parked and walked back to take a look.  By this time it was getting dusk so the flood lights were on and people were almost queuing to get a look. So here are the sculptures:

These are a find we now look for something to brighten a dull, windy day in winter.  Hope you have a good 2018 of course you could try this yourselves.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc  – Author

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My Books

              

This year has seen my Young Persons books  Clearing in the Forest and Peaceful Land published.  These are the adventures of three orphaned (seems you are not allowed to say bastard these days. But in the Middle Ages where the story is set it was a common word used to define the ‘out of wedlock’ offspring of Kings and Nobles of the times.  The reason they were called bastards was so they could not make claim to the Kings/Nobles titles or lands although as history has proven it did not stop this).

Writing about history has brought me another string to my knowledge bow.  I have had the pleasure of meeting people who enjoy history as much as I do and in this particular area – the Middle Ages – they are a knowledgeable lot.  I had the first book given as a prize in a competition which I thought was very kind seeing as the story is a historical fantasy.  Witches, demons, spells, good v evil are all these as is the really evil Odo, demon master to the King of France.  The story is et at the end of King Johns reign and follows the adventures of John, Geoff and Ela as they fight to survive. I have been genuinely surprised at how many adults like the books so it was both a nice feeling and surprise when out shopping a lady came up to me (recognised me from my photo) and said how much she liked Clearing in the Forest and was going to buy Peaceful Land.  Now I have written many adult books and a Historical Naval adventure – A Plymouth Story – but never before has anybody actually recognised me and enthused about a book.  My wife said I fairly floated out of the store.

The Finca

                           

I dont know if you remember the high winds we had when this happened, but needless to say I have fixed things now. We still get the high winds from time to time and we sit and listen to the supports of the panels flexing when the wind really gets up but so far so good.  Everything is repaired now still a bit of rendering to be done but that’s on the inside. I’d like to say its a wet day job but we are in the middle of a horrendous drought and rain is very little and far between, but it will get done   one day….

The Animals (Wild Boar)

    

Well 2017 saw my wife almost go shooting.  The wild boar made the mistake of first digging up her saffron bed (to the right of the last step) and eating most of the bulbs then destroying her ‘tyre’ garden. So I moved one of the cameras as I was not sure whether it was the goats or wild boar, I should have known. These were the result a sort of caught in the act animal version.  But somehow she decided that hunting them was not for her.  So she salvaged what bulbs she could and replanted them.  Then turned her attention to the tyre, here they had eaten the tulip bulbs so she tidied them up and planted iris and lily bulbs, but no tulips.  You know when she saw what they had done to the little tyre garden that was the first time I had seen the animals make her cry.  But as she said this is a garden in a forest and unless we wall ourselves in this will happen and we are not wall people.

The Goats

Then came the day I could hear banging noises like a rock being hit by a large hammer. Then I looked at the masa and saw these.

The Eagles

 

These are the big ‘quackers’ we hear in the forest now and then.  The old adage if it looks like an eagle, flies like an eagle and quacks like a duck then….its an EAGLE!!

Well that’s a few of my 2017 memories, things that stay in my mind because they are, to me, wonderful.  The animals and birds are part of our life and some things seem like yesterday. So from Puddytat, the Boys and ourselves here’s hoping you have a happy, safe and gentle 2018.

rgds  Michael

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our Home Made Olive Oil

The How and The Why of It

So about the oil why do we do it?. Well  up here our trees are so old that the olives are ready before the commercial presses are.  We were getting a little depressed seeing all the olives on the floor that two years ago we decided to make our own.   But being pensioners we did not have any spare cash and the machines that we would need were very very expensive.  So being an engineer I had a good think, ran some ideas by my wife and the result was what follows:-

     

 

First thing was the crusher (or Wesley as my wife named it):  We had an old cement mixer that was just lying around which my wife was going to convert into a flower container, but we decided that with a bit of tweaking it could be converted into the crusher by removing the beaters inside and filling the holes to make it leak proof.   A day later and job done, now I needed some large stones these were easy to find cleaned up and along with some old petanca balls I had the perfect crushing machine.

 

        

Second Item was the press:  Now this was a little more difficult as we don’t have a donkey or two very large stones so we opted for a small grape press cheapest we could find and we were all set.

 

  

​Filtering Department:  ​This is done on the kitchen counter and works well.   We save empty water bottles and large containers  plus Pepsi bottles and small olive oil ones, once cleaned they stand ready to be filled. Then we place the funnels with the filter paper in the bottle neck and scoop oil into the first one. Once this is full we repeat the process into the final bottle and the result is clear virgin olive oil.  The large container you can see is a 6ltr water container which the top has been cut off. This goes under the press to catch the oil and is then brought into the kitchen to have the oil skimmed off and filtered.

How we do it: 

​After picking the olives we empty the buckets into the crusher turn on the small generator and away it goes.  We wait until the olives are pulped into a ‘mash’ then I empty them into a bowl a bit at a time and take them to the press.

Here I line the press with an old pillowcase or other clean material making a hole in the bottom so that it will fit over the screw.  Once this is in place I put a layer of pulped olives in then cover this layer with some very fine netting and so on until all the olive pulp is in the press. I then add any oil that was in Wesley crusher fold down the pillowcase over the top layer then place the  wooden top of the press then come the blocks and finally the heavy metal screw.  By now gravity is working and the oil is flowing and I haven’t even turned the screw yet.

  

Once the flow stops I start turning the screw and pressing for real.   When the container is half full it is taken to the filtering department (wifes job). Here two bottles at a time are filled with the un filtered oil by placing a funnel lined with good quality kitchen paper as the filter.  Next the oil is scooped off the top of the ‘sludge’ and poured into the filters where it drips through as clear golden olive oil.

The ‘sludge’ that is left is mainly water and residue  so the water gets siphoned off and any oil that’s left is added to the filtering system. The resulting sludge is then taken to the garden and emptied.

So that’s how we do it up here Bosc style:

​Back to the picking

We have picked the tree next to the house but I am afraid one of the trunks will have to be cut as you can see it is leaning over and although its been like this for years it does not look like it can last much longer… so cutting back part of the trunk will stop it from eventually coming down.

  

        

Now these photos show the tree at the top of the drive which has not been touched for years as you can see. We picked it yes but Carol would not allow me up there with a chainsaw (wonder why???) So whilst she was out the other day I got ladders and hand saw and began. Didnt stop me being told off for not waiting till she got back (it’s a long drop to the next terrace) but I was fine so whilst she picked the lopped branches (guess who’s chair this is!!) I tackled the other side of the tree. With the result that only those branches you can see are left but until the wind drops off (as fronts go through it gets windy here) they can wait. We have 2ltrs of oil so far from these two trees with another pressing in progress and we are starting on the field today – yes ladders, saws and stuff will be used. We tend to prune as we go for obvious reasons and it works for us.

Now it may not seem very productive (lots of oil) but we normally get at least 6 months oil, this year we are hoping for a bit more plus it keeps us fit and the end result is our own oil made with our own hands and a little Heath Robinson thrown in.  Oh and as you can see from this picture oil does freeze, yep it gets that cold up here. But I siphoned the water which was underneath this and the oil was nice and clean so there was not much waste after the two filtering.  We ended up with 5.5 ltrs enough table oil for the year.

So from two happy old pickers its good by till next year.

 

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc  – Author

 

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Wishing all my fellow writers, followers and friends a Merry Christmas and  Happy and Peaceful New year.  May it be filled with cheer and good writing.

Well the first part of Christmas here has passed, now comes New Year then the Three Kings. All of which means the Christmas decorations are still up and the festivities continue.  So I thought you might like to see the lights in town.

The Lights in Town

The effect is a very pretty display, but as always there was a sting in the tail. When I arrived to take the photos it was late at night which was what I wanted as I thought there would be less traffic.  Wrong!! the moment I got the camera out the world and its mother turned up headlights blazing so these are the best ones I hope you enjoy.

The Car Light ones….

                                                         

And here comes the rest:-

These are the lights that wander round our local town. All over there are villages and towns decked out and they stay like this until the 8th of January, then as if by magic, they are gone, not to be seen until next Christmas.  Catalunia may be having problems but the spirit of Christmas is kept going strong.

BON NADAL i FELIC NOU ANY     Soc Michael Douglas Bosc – Author

 

 

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I was reading an article regarding how physicists examine the structure of black holes and effectively what they use is a giant bath and pull the plug out this gives them the opportunity to examine the action of a fluid like movement but in a genuine black hole the mass increases and the rotation goes even faster with the mass constantly increasing therefore the speed of rotation must accelerate due to gravity pulling at the structure and with light being unable to escape some  parts of the vortex must be exceeding the speed of light and  in those parts the mass and gravity must be greater than in normal space as mass increases with speed and at greater than the speed of light its effect would be several times greater thus providing sufficient gravity to hold the galaxies together because in normal space-time galaxies should be spinning off and separating rather than being in a singular unit.

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