There is no Cloud.

 Regular Readers, both of you, will have noticed the very large and annoying adverts which appeared all over the previous post.

 It wasn't me mate.

I fully understand that Google, FB,  and all the other platforms do not run on thin air and require a revenue stream to pay for the huge shed loads of servers humming away somewhere.  

There is no Cloud, the internet is a physical thing built from huge computors and thousands of miles of copper and fibre-optic cables.   

It all has to be paid for. 

Which is one of the reasons I run adverts on this Blog, I'm not obliged to, Google don't make me do it, is my choice.   

I was however a bit pissed off to see these huge banners all over the page, sometimes in the middle of sentences.  Jolly bad manners. 
Google don't seem to know how its happening, the "Help" scratched their heads and shrugged and said I should edit the HTML for the page.  

Well I'm no WEB designer, as will be patently obvious so I had a go and removed any code that looked suspicious. I also seem to have removed most of the photographs and nearly all of the page formatting but hey ho.  

With any luck I will have banished the usurpers, ne'er to be seen again, but then again I might just have broken the internet, we shall see when I hit the "publish" button. 
  
Meanwhile, please enjoy some photographs of our recent trip over The Deverills. 

Expanded horizons or what?   


Edit;  Well Bugger ! 

As popular as a Rattlesnake in a Lucky Dip.

My mate Pete was feeling a bit poorly last week. 
A bit of a temperature, lethargic, loss of taste and smell etc....................Oh Dear

He had also picked up a couple of bites, which were looking a bit angry and he thought they might have been ticks.........................................................Dangerous game Golf. 

So he phoned his GP, a bit worried about Lymes Disease. His GP asked him to send a photo of the bites, and quickly replied that it wasn't Lymes and he should get a Covid 19 test.   

He's a bit younger than me, by four weeks......................You can't be too careful at our age. 

So he reported to the local testing station where the 32nd battalion of the Queen's Own Fusiliers took charge of him and told him to stuff a stick down the back of his throat and the other end up his nose until he could see it in his eyeball..........................................Fun.  

Now of course he had to take his wife along for a test too, She is a Key Worker and had to take a day off work then go home and wait up to four days for a result.  

As he put it "I'm as popular as a rattlesnake in a Lucky Dip". 

When he got home the GP phoned to say he thought that just to be on the safe side Pete should go on a course of antibiotics in case he'd picked up an infection from the bites. 

The next day the Covid19 test results came back negative, which meant; 

a. He didn't have it. 

or 

b. He didn't push the stick in far enough.

Anyway he was off the hook so "Who wants to go for a ride on Wednesday?" 

"Sorry"  replies our Pete, "I have to stay out of direct sunlight for ten days because of these bloody tablets".   This during one of the hottest spells of weather we've had in years and at the end of three months of Lockdown. 

Which is why three men, in our twilight years, were cycling round the New Forest in the cool of the gloaming watching as the stars came out one by one.  Magic. 

So how's the sense of taste and smell now Pete?  

  "Came back after three days, felt a bit odd for a few days." .....................................................................................................................Mmmmm?