<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 23:44:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ben Nuttall | Blog: A Day In The Life...</title><description>Ben Nuttall's blog - a journal of interesting things in my life including parkour, adventures and other stuff</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-3065987846775599008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T23:44:11.164Z</atom:updated><title>Happy New Year 2009</title><description>People say there's no point making resolutions because only 2% of them happen, but if you're doomed to failure and willing to accept it like that then you're not going to get very far. I never set amyself any of those silly spontaneous resolutions people think of in ten seconds like 'I'm going to go running every day' or 'I'm going to lose weight', but I tend just to have a good hard think about the previous year; take stock of my life, where I'm going and where I want to be, and make a decision about how I can get there, and set a goal to take  a certain angle on life in order to do so. It's not a measureable way of doing things, like I'll know when I've acheieved it and can sit back and relax when it's over, but more of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaizen"&gt;kaizen&lt;/a&gt; philosophy (continuous improvement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easy to look at each avenue of my life and think '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to work harder at this&lt;/span&gt;' for each one - because of all the things I do, I know I can do better at them, but how do I work harder at everything I do? Surely putting more pressure one one will put less pressure on another? It depends. What needs to be done is an analysis of the things that take up time and are not useful, and maybe reduce or eliminate them, which is always a tough call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I don't like this site template anymore. I'm going to write a new one from scratch in the next month or so. I've recently been doing quite a bit of web design for various things; I've made a website for the university canoe club, of which I am on the committee, this was the first website I have made form scratch since I started learning HTML - I just opened up &lt;a href="http://notepad-plus.sourceforge.net/uk/site.htm"&gt;Notepad++&lt;/a&gt; and started typing  and I'm really pleased with it because the code is so clean; I've redesigned the Woodseats Venture Unit website which I think is a great improvement; and I've also taken up my first paid web design job - my friend's Bouncy Castle business, and he's really pleased with what I've done for him so far because the guy he had to do it before took months and he wasn't interested in the content, just what it looked like and he spent ages making pointless flash animations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmucanoe.co.uk/"&gt;MMU Canoe Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woodseatsventureunit.com/"&gt;Woodseats Venture Unit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonkersbouncycastles.com/ben/"&gt;Bonkers Bouncy Castles&lt;/a&gt;  (in the making)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking to do more web design this year; I've seen what some people pay for crap websites, and I know I can do better and won't charge anywhere near as much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had an awesome week in Wales with The Unit between Christmas and New Year; unfortuately there was no water (the water levels in the rivers was really low) so couldn't do much in the way of canoeing, but went biking which was great (I haven't been on a bike for years and we did a pretty hardcore mountain bike track) and led a scramble up Tryfan, which is a mountain in Snowdonia, not quite as high as Snowdon but much more exciting to do, as it's rocky as opposed to hilly, and it's not as touristy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3172467896/" title="New Year Trip 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/3172467896_1278971f36_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip 08/09" width="75" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3171393304/" title="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/3171393304_6f101758b9_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09" width="75" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3171405222/" title="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/3171405222_6e710894a1_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09" width="75" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3170584611/" title="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/3170584611_39ea4623c8_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3172363756/" title="New Year Trip 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1100/3172363756_7ec2e74d50_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3171520981/" title="New Year Trip 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/3171520981_71ede3863d_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3172369400/" title="New Year Trip 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3172369400_843a09f41b_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3172446750/" title="New Year Trip 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1145/3172446750_15705cd775_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3170545019/" title="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09 by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1029/3170545019_f2b9243d4b_t.jpg" alt="New Year Trip (Wales) 08/09" width="100" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;See more photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/archives/date-posted/2009/01/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the Scout leaders at my group - John Hall, who was with us in Wales - was in the Queen's new year's honours list and has been made an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Order_of_the_British_Empire"&gt;MBE&lt;/a&gt; (Member of the Order of the British Empire) which is a great achievement and wonderful recognition for all his work. He is 70 years old now and has been volunteering as a Scout leader since he was 18, giving young people opportunities to go mountaineering, kayaking, to travel, to do things they never dreamed of, and make the most of their lives, and it's all down to the time John has given up to do it all. He's still doing it today, he was with us in Wales this week, he was with us in the Pyrenees in the summer, and the last few years he's taken the group to Slovakia and Slovenia.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-7515817562787646449</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T18:35:10.109Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Featured</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Scouting</category><title>The Duke of Edinburgh's Gold Award</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Being part of the most active &lt;a href="http://www.woodseatsventureunit.com/"&gt;Scout Unit&lt;/a&gt; in South Yorkshire, I was strongly encouraged to participate in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duke_of_Edinburgh's_Award"&gt;Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme&lt;/a&gt; and given every opportunity to complete each section of it, with a decent amount of effort. I worked through the Bronze in my first year when I was 14, went on to the Silver which took me about 18 months, then steadily completed each part of the Gold over the course of about 2½ years while doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GCSEs&lt;/span&gt; and A-levels, finishing the award in September 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dofe.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/3092/120080826120421edofefulbk2.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For each award, the participant has to complete each of four sections (and a fifth* for the Gold);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volunteering&lt;/span&gt;: undertaking service to individuals or the community&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Physical&lt;/span&gt;: improving in an area of sport, dance or fitness activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Skill&lt;/span&gt;: developing practical and social skills and personal interests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Expedition&lt;/span&gt;: planning, training for and completion of an adventurous journey (2 days for Bronze, 3 for Silver, 4 for Gold)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Residential&lt;/span&gt;: staying and working away from home doing a shared activity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dofe.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2241/dofenw3.th.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These things take a long time to process so despite the fact my forms were submitted in September 2007, it took till November 2008 for me to get my certificate. I also achieved the Queen's Scout Award (which requires the completion of the D of E Gold amongst other accomplishments) at the same time and finally received my certificate from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chief_Scout"&gt;Chief Scout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Duncan_(actor)"&gt; Peter Duncan&lt;/a&gt; last month (see &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/10/london-baby.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Bronze &amp;amp; Silver certificates are merely posted out but the Gold ones are presented at a special ceremony with the Duke in presence. I had an invitation (the poshest invitation you've ever seen) to go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_James'_Palace"&gt;St. James' Palace&lt;/a&gt; in London to be presented with my certificate, which I attended on Wednesday. I caught the train back to Sheffield on Tuesday night after my lectures, got a coach down to London with my Mum and we made our way to the palace where I saw my friend Annie in the queue to get in; I met Annie while doing my D of E, coincidentally, on my Gold Residential Project where I helped out (as did she) on a kids' Summer Camp in Huddersfield. I then also bumped into my friend Miles, who is in the same Scout Unit as me; I had no idea he was going, as we're at different universities and haven't seen each other since Summer. We were seated together as we were grouped by region (Yorkshire &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Humberside&lt;/span&gt; II) and we sat chatting about kayaking while waiting for things to begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_James'_Palace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/9595/stjamespalacedu4.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were given a speech from the guy in charge of the day, who told us all about St. James' Palace and the room we were in, the Portrait Gallery, which contained dozens of portraits of monarchs. He also gave us a brief history of the palace, telling us facts like King Charles spent his last night in the palace before being beheaded, most of the things he said I'd found out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; on my phone on the coach on the way there (maybe that's what he did to prepare too). He then passed on to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Backshall"&gt;Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Backshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a TV presenter who makes shows about explorations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;expeditions&lt;/span&gt; such as Expedition Alaska, and also presented &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBBC"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CBBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Really_Wild_Show"&gt;The Really Wild Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Steve gave us a few stories of his adventures and congratulated us all on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; before handing back to the guy who told us what to do when the Duke entered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Backshall"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/3245/610xqg7.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Duke entered the room and began to speak to the first of the four groups, we couldn't hear what was being said until he got to the group before us, when he made a hilarious remark to some girl; he tended to ask people individually what they did for a certain section of their award ("&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you do for your service/skill?&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you go for your expedition?&lt;/span&gt;") and he asked this one girl what she did for her skill, she replied "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was on the committee at my university&lt;/span&gt;" to which he responded "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a skill, is it?&lt;/span&gt;" which made everyone laugh - I guess it's only really funny if you've done the award; you see, there's always debate about what constitutes a skill, and some people sign things off claiming them to be a skill, which is cheating really. You're meant to do something like learn a musical instrument or take up a new skillful hobby and show improvement over time. He's perfectly right to have said that because she's clearly signed it off unlawfully, and what a way to be told! There is no higher authority than the Duke himself! Miles &amp;amp; I thought it was brilliant how he came out with it! Completely BURNED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got closer and as he moved on to our group, the last group, and he immediately spotted me and Miles on the end; he asked us if we were from the same Scout group, and commented that he noticed we were in the same uniform with the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necker&lt;/span&gt; colours (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;necker&lt;/span&gt; is a group identifier). He then noticed another lad in Scout uniform and presumed aloud that he was from another group, and started to ask other people where they did their award through, some did it through schools &amp;amp; colleges, one from the St. John's Ambulance, but most of them seemed to be from Scouts. He asked a few more questions to the group, asked if anyone had done their expedition abroad, which Miles had, so he told him that he'd done it in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slovenia"&gt;Slovenia&lt;/a&gt;, and explained that they climbed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triglav"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Triglav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which he described as "that big hill" which made everyone chuckle. The Duke then got hold of the pile of certificates and said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are there enough here? They must be very thin!&lt;/span&gt;" to which Miles' wit leaped out as he said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's that credit crunch&lt;/span&gt;" which was hilarious at the time, and had everyone laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   white-space: pre; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img360.imageshack.us/my.php?image=220pxprincephilipnasacrxa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/2134/220pxprincephilipnasacrxa3.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was great to meet the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip,_Duke_of_Edinburgh"&gt;Duke&lt;/a&gt; (or to use his full title since 1957: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His Royal Highness The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Philippos&lt;/span&gt; of Greece and Denmark&lt;/span&gt;), and at age 87, is doing great. He is the patron of the University of Cambridge, as well as the D of E Award and had a great military career which he was forced to give up on becoming consort to Queen Elizabeth II when her father George VI died (I read on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; today that he was the one who broke the news to her while on holiday in Kenya in 1951). With my Queen's Scout and D of E certificates I now have the complete set! Signatures from them both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't get any photos inside the palace as it wasn't allowed, but I got some just outside, and there's a good one of the London Eye from the bridge in St. James' Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3066353817/" title="Duke of Edinburgh Gold Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3066353817_42f7608688_t.jpg" width="100" height="75" alt="Duke of Edinburgh Gold Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3067196296/" title="Duke of Edinburgh Gold Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/3067196296_d93e680d96_t.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="Duke of Edinburgh Gold Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/3066357485/" title="London Eye from St. James' Park by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/3066357485_15f0d77f51_t.jpg" width="100" height="75" alt="London Eye from St. James' Park" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/11/duke-of-edinburghs-gold-award.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-4459753532246707971</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T02:19:02.140Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Geek</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>University</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Google</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Internet</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Scouting</category><title>London, baby!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I'll try and be quick because I'm mega busy at the moment - got a massive week ahead of me and time is precious but I'm trying to keep up the whole 'frequent blog post' thing I've mentioned in the last few posts so here I am writing this from my brand new ASUS laptop which I set up last night. It's always interestingto know what the first thing a person does when they get onto a brand new computer; mine was to download &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome/"&gt;Google Chrome&lt;/a&gt; (a new web browser made by Google - it's amazing - try it!) which since it was released last month has been my new primary browser, knocking &lt;a href="http://www.getfirefox.com/"&gt;Firefox&lt;/a&gt; down to second (followed by &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/safari/download/"&gt;Safari&lt;/a&gt; then IE).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2827973421/" title="Google Chrome by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2827973421_5858324bb5.jpg" width="500" height="320" alt="Google Chrome" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway the laptop's fine. Oh and I'm now on Vista, which I was hesitant about swithing to, but I'm glad to say I'm very happy with it so far - it's not too different from XP other than its slick style and smooth design, and I've found that the only functional differences were things thatI felt were missing from XP so I'm really glad they've improved it on those parts. Things like the ability to select several photos in a folder and rotate them all in one go, which is an obvious function to include but was missing from XP which incurred the dubious task of manually viewing each picture and rotating each one separately (each rotation taking a good few seconds).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I digress. I had a great weekend in London with my parents, who I haven't seen since I moved out a month ago, so it was nice to let themknow what I've been up to and how my course lectures and my halls life are going. The trip was primarily arranged due to my invitation to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_zoo"&gt;London Zoo&lt;/a&gt; to be presented with my Queen's Scout Award but seeing as it was my parents' wedding anniversary that weekend, we decided to make a weekend trip out of it. I caught the train home after my computing lecture on Friday afternoon and spent the evening at home and we got the coach from Sheffield to London early Saturday morning, a lovely four hour journey, and checked in to our hotel and after a nap we spent the evening in London; we went on the London Eye which I took many many pictures of (and from).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979046616/" title="London by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2979046616_3b13f90cb5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="London" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2978187663/" title="London by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2978187663_db44f80b61_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="London" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday morning we got up early to get ready for the presentation, headed out for the tube in the pouring rain and made our way to the Zoo! We checked in there and spent some time wandering about checking out the animals and exhibits, then when it was time we went over to the Mappin Pavilian which is where the presentation was held. I hadn't really any idea what the presentation was going to be like - I hadn't really thought about it; all I knew was that I would be being presented with my Queen's Scout Award certificate from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Duncan_(actor)"&gt;Peter Duncan&lt;/a&gt;, the Chief Scout (head of the Scout Association) and former Blue Peter presenter. Despite being bang on time, I was the last to arrive (at this point I discover there were just four of us being presented at this time) and was immediately ushered into a sofa while having my coat removed by some sort of organising person, and before I had a chance to take in my surroundings I saw Peter Duncan just ahead of me, shuffling four creamish certificates in his hand to see who was to be first. "Ben Nuttall" he called out, and asked me to step up to join him at the front. I stood up and looked out at the dozens of people applauding - I'm still not really sure why they were all there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979980310/" title="Queen's Scout Award Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/2979980310_85b5b14cda_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Queen's Scout Award Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979121433/" title="Queen's Scout Award Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2979121433_1fd237cde6_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Queen's Scout Award Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was put on the spot and suddenly asked by Peter Duncan what I did to achieve my Queen's Scout Award (for those that don't know, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen's_Scout"&gt;Queen's Scout Award&lt;/a&gt; is the highest accomplishment in the Scout movement, and is patroned by the Queen (formerly King's Scout Award) and achievement involves completion of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Duke_of_Edinburgh's_Award"&gt;Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award&lt;/a&gt; as well as various other tasks). I completed mine over a year ago; with the most talkable bits happening over a year ad a half ago, so having to reel off a nice little speech about a four-day walking expedition I did in April 2007 was rather awkward but with it being such a memorable four days I managed to share a few entertaining short stories about the hike and mentioned what the purpose of the expedition was and how we ended up finishing it at the pub from ITV's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heartbeat_(TV_series)"&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while they were filming. Peter asked me a few more questions, and we had a good chat about Scouting and the future of the world and I was presented with my long-awaited and well-deserved certificate, photographed a few times, and I took a seat to listen to the next three people and their adventures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this we got a chance for more photos and I had a good chat with Peter; I told him about my Grandfather (94 next month!) who met the very first Chief Scout, the founder of the worldwide movement, Lord Baden-Powell. We then talked about the media and their tendency to ruin good news stories with silly headlines and pictures that make the articles lose their point about what Scouting today is all about; outdoor pursuits, adventure, opportunities galore, making something of your youth, preparing for adulthood and showing future employees and such that you have made the most of your youthhood by getting out there and doing something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We thanked Peter and the organisers for a great presentation and I was congratulated on my achievement once again by those present as we departed. We had a look round the rest of the zoo before heading back via tube to the coach station. Another four hour journey back to Sheffield and a couple of hours chilling out at home before having to get the train back to Manchester, only to find that it had been cancelled. I had to get a train out to Hope in the peak district, wait for a bus there which took me to Stockport, then waited for a train to take me to Manchester (an hour later than planned at quarter-past midnight). I had a maths test in uni at 9am this morning, so I had to do a spot of last minute revision on the train, but without any spare paper I had to take notes on the back of a bank statement I had in my bag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after my morning lectures and the maths test today I got my new laptop set up and here we are. I took many photos in London at the weekend, so check the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/sets/72157608424530467/"&gt;London photoset&lt;/a&gt; out:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979044738/" title="London by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2979044738_df331a7f38_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979046616/" title="London by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2979046616_3b13f90cb5_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979053088/" title="London by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2979053088_2e5940c973_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979103807/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2979103807_3e197ba7a0_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979106463/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2979106463_c4720137e1_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979113411/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2979113411_fcf2e2012b_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979972776/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979972776/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3283/2979972776_4e0f5866c8_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979117815/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2979117815_1fc5dd5171_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979118277/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2979118277_7e008c9cc3_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979977052/" title="London Zoo by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2979977052_3946d5caac_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="London Zoo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979121141/" title="Queen's Scout Award Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2979121141_dfe33cc7aa_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="Queen's Scout Award Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2979122307/" title="Queen's Scout Award Presentation by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/2979122307_29a3bcf321_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="Queen's Scout Award Presentation" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/10/london-baby.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-4461239155258954542</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-23T17:51:16.292+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>University</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kayaking</category><title>BCU Student Safety Seminar</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I was asked by the chairman of the canoe club if I would like to attend the &lt;a href="http://www.bcu.org.uk/"&gt;BCU&lt;/a&gt; whitewater student safety seminar with him and the vice chairman, being a fresher who is keen to commit to kayaking and to the club and likely to be seriously involved in the club over the next few years. I jumped at the chance and we went last weekend and had a great time - it was at a whitewater &amp;amp; mountaineering centre called Plas-y-Brenin in North Wales, hosted by some of the greatest kayakers in the UK. It was a great experience for me to hear the opinions about gear, techniques and advice from these well-accomplished paddlers, without it being dictated to me like it has been in the past - it's great when someone can just give you their personal opinion for what it's worth, explain and justify it and leave you to hear opposing views and make sure you get the facts, rather than hammer it into you that their way is right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived at the centre before 9:00am (having got up at 5ish to set off by 6:00am). Not much to report about the journey other than us finding the following joke hilarious at the time (mostly due to lack of sleep):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spent all yesterday in the garden with my step-ladder; not my real ladder, my step-ladder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the Saturday we sat through a seminar with &lt;a href="http://www.tomparkercoaching.co.uk/"&gt;Tom Parker&lt;/a&gt; about the importance of safety and avoiding at all costs the chance of an accident happening where you could be left to blame, by simply making using common sense and being sure not to take inexperienced paddlers down rivers beyond their abilities and leaving them in positions where they would be vulnerable to an accident. Then we did a session on ropework where we tested some throwlines (bags of rope used for  rescues by pool lifeguards and canoeists) to see how easily they break, which was interesting! Things like this are really worth sparing no expense on to ensure you've got a good one. We did some work on how to manufacture a harness from a short length of rope and use it to climb or abseil a vertical face to get to, our out of, a river and manouvre boats in such a situation. Then I attended a talk on how to plan trips abroad from your club, which I think I'm going to pursue this Summer, probably the Alps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up staying in a grotty bunkhouse with some paddlers from Birmingham University and on the Sunday I put myself down for the session on how to lead and run steep river creeks, where we drove out to some grade four sections of rivers and chucked ourselves off some mental waterfalls and drops. The sort of experience where you do something, then look back on it and think "Woah ... that was a bit mad" but it was cool 'cause the session was aimed on how to run it safely, so we got out to inspect each difficulty when uncertainty laid ahead, and spend much time dicsussing our strategies, choosing our own lines through the water and watching each other to learn from each other's actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quality (and presence) of safety equipment was very much stressed at this seminar; I now know I need to go out and spend a lot of money on new gear. I underestimated the need for good shoes (yes, canoeists need to wear shoes while boating) because you need to ensure you're safe when getting out to inspect difficult unfamiliar sections of rivers, and also when getting from the car/van/minibus to the river, and back again, as this can often prove difficult and may require a bit of climbing, lifting boats and setting up rope &amp;amp; pulley systems to get the boats to where they need to be. Another thing I'd overlooked was my helmet, which is perfectly suitable for paddling about on flat water (where the only likely dangers are maybe banging your head on a boat, getty or paddle) but for the sort of thing I'm doing these days I need a good quality full-protection one (not a full-face helmet - but some paddlers do choose to). One of the guys on the course said he doesn't mind spending £100 on a helmet because, quite frankly, his head is worth more than that. How true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't got any pictures from the seminar but here's one of me (looking rather angry for some reason) on the River Kent in Kendal in the Lake District last weekend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2965924965/" title="Angry on the River Kent by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2965924965/" title="Angry on the River Kent by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2965924965_6c898b4bf9.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Angry on the River Kent" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plenty of trips planned for this year. I'm going to try to run as many beginner trips as I do advanced in order to build the confidence in the less-experienced members of the club and get them up to a higher standard so they can paddle higher class rivers. Teaching is just as important as learning. This brings me on to the subject of the link I recently realised between my attitude to parkour and my attitude to kayaking; in parkour I train individual moves and practise everything as much as I can, trying to do vaults on both sides, always working on my weaknesses to try to improve all-round, all this with the aim of linking each individual movement to another in order to execute smooth parkour runs in any situation; in kayaking I train individual skills and practise them on both sides, always working on my weaknesses to try to improve all-round, and then take this to a river where thse skills become needed to execute lines through difficult rapids as well as falls and drops. In both activities I thrive to experiment with different ways of moving, to demonstrate to myself what happens when I make slight alterations in bodily positions and seeing for myself what difference it makes. In both activities I tend to stick to pure methods which help me get from A to B, occasionally dipping into more alternative ways of moving simply to experiment and see if I can learn new moves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've treated parkour as a discipline over the last three years (my first year of parkour was more about finding my way and realising what I wanted to do than actually training - how are you supposed to train towards something if you don't know where you're going?) and now I've decided to treat kayaking the same. I'll be training &amp;amp; coaching every Wednesday evening at the Aquatics Centre and trying to do a river every weekend, sometimes I'll do a beginner trip on the Saturday and an advanced trip on the Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be updating this blog more frequently now and I've got my next post planned for after the weekend, so watch this space. I'm seeing my parents when I go home on Friday and we're spending the weekend in London which will be awesome. I'm also getting my new laptop when I go home - I'm sure that ever since I confirmed purchase of the said laptop (using this desktop PC), and it realised it was being made redundant and replaced by a younger slimmer more portable model, it has purposefully and maliciously decided to boycott me and has been ever so slow. It's been great these last five years - its spec isn't anything to shout about but it's done everything I've needed it to do and it's brought you 55 blog posts and several videos! But it's the end of an era and I'm scarily moving on to Vista (dual-boot Linux) and may the new era of portability live long (until it gets replaced by the next technology, of course).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/10/bcu-student-safety-seminar.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-232428817009574033</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T22:53:43.458+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Computers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>University</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Maths</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kayaking</category><title>A Fresh Start</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm now at the end of my third week of university. I've moved away from home and now live in halls of residence in Manchester, which is a completely new experience for me. I can cook and generally fend for myself but it's still very different from being at home. I'm having a wicked time out here and loving the whole Manchester scene - the parkour's awesome, the bars and clubs are pretty cool, my flatmates are a great bunch of people and I've also joined the canoe club which is brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2930314270/" title="Flatmates by Ben Nuttall, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2930314270_1ac571e945.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Flatmates" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are ten of us living in my flat - five boys and five girls - which sounds a lot but I think it works fine. We've each got our own room on the corridor and we share a sizey kitchen which we all use at different times so there's only ever a maximum of two or three of us cooking at once. I couldn't have asked for a nicer group of people to live with. We're all from different areas of the country (even one girl from France) and we're all completely different in person which makes us gel in that we all have something to bring to the group and there are plenty of questions bouncing off each other about all our hobbies, interests and ways of living. We all went out together the first few nights and got to know each other and the city, but now we're tending to do our own thing in smaller groups (a few of us joined different union clubs) and we're all settling in to our own ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Freshers' Week I had no lectures, just introductory sessions. So after two weeks of lectures I'm feeling like I'm definitely on the right course; it's exactly what I was hoping for and I can see it being challenging enough to be worth doing, I feel like I'll be learning useful things rather than stuff that's pointless. My degree title will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BSc (Hons) Mathematics and Computer Studies&lt;/span&gt; - I opted for the Combined Honours programme where you pick two separate subjects and do the core modules of each rather than a single course where you do lots of extra modules. This was because I wanted to keep my options open by doing a combination of two subjects and develop a wide range of skills in two fields. Interestingly, the Maths course at my uni is very computer-oriented, and the Computing course is very Maths-oriented, so they'll go together very well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm having to learn two new programming languages; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-Code&lt;/span&gt; for solving complex mathematical functions in an application called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MATLAB"&gt;MATLAB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Matrix Laboratory), and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Java_(programming_language)"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;for writing and executing programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My modules this year are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematical Fundamentals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Programming (Java)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discrete Mathematics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linear Algebra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Programming (MATLAB)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer Platforms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Statistics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning &amp;amp; Employability (lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have the option to select a major and minor next year (i.e. do more Maths modules and fewer Computing, or vice-versa) or just leave it at 50-50. I'll see how I get on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maths started easy (C2) on Day One, then zoomed ahead to FP3 on Day Two, which is way more advanced than I did at A-level, but I understood the lectures and managed to do the questions afterwards so that's good. I did ICT at GCSE and A-level and learned nothing of any real use to me - everything useful I can do on computers has been self-taught. Schools just don't teach anything that's useful to people today. I'm glad to say that so far the Computing lectures and practical classes have been interesting and I can see me getting a lot out of the course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday evening I had the best midweek parkour training session for such a long time! There were about 15 of us out, and even Sam Corbett had come over from Sheffield to see a Swiss guy called Tobias who he had met in Lisses who was staying with Scott McQuade. We did some great training for about three hours, we chatted about parkour and there was a brilliant atmosphere within the group. Then Sam departed for his train home, which he missed and so ended up staying the night at mine. We did some more jumps on Oxford Road on the way home and chilled out with a pizza and watched some Futurama! Unfortunately Sam had to set off first thing in the morning to make it back for his lectures but it was nice to have him round. The first overnight guest at my "pad".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely love the location of my accommodation. It's a maximum of five minutes away from where my lectures are, ten minutes from a massive ASDA and ten minutes from the parkour meet-up spot. Oh and canoeing takes place every Wednesday evening at the Aquatics Centre across the road. I love how I can nip home in between lectures for food or if I forgot something, it's so convenient. I can't imagine any other way now! I went on a beginners' river trip in Bury with the canoe club last weekend to get the freshers started (in fact, sue to my experience and qualifications they asked me to help lead the trip) and I'm going on an advanced trip this weekend! They've also asked me to take one of the three places on a BCU Event where you learn how to run a uni canoe club, which should be really informative and exciting! Tomorrow I'll be showing prospective students around the halls of residence (like I looked round last year).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can see it's going to be a wicked three years. Watch this space.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/10/fresh-start.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-501066975825447291</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T19:42:46.400+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kayaking</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Athletics</category><title>Athletics?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was officially my last parkour jam in Sheffield. I'm moving to Manchester next Saturday so I told the guys that it would be the last time I'd be training with them all before I go away to uni, and we had a great day of training in Sheffield, starting at the university and working our way down into town. When we got into town, we saw a big inflated dome at the top of fargate which turned out to be a Track &amp;amp; Field area for people to try out their athletic skills and they'd been recording times, distances and so on throughout the day, keeping track of the top 3 in each event on whiteboards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few of us stepped up to have a go and we completely smashed all their records! It was fantastic. We did the standing long jump first and cleared the leaderboard straight away, then had a few more goes each and kept bettering ourselves. I did a 3.15 metre standing jump which was matched by Jordan, seconded by Will (3.10) and then Lewis (2.90). Lewis and I beat the record for the sprint (I can't remember the distance or time) then Lewis went on to beat it again by himself. I had a go at the standing high jump (you strapped a thing round your wait and jumped vertically, allowing the string attached to your wait to measure how far you pulled it and read the reading on the screen) which was 70cm, which was the highest they'd had all day, then I got 74cm on my second go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2857083582/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2857083582_c0fe4f2549_d.jpg" width="30%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The event staff were very impressed that we could jump so far, jump so high and run so fast and all our training was done personally, self-taught in a group of teenagers. They invited us to come along to the proper event at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_Institute_of_Sport_-_Sheffield" target="_blank"&gt;EIS (English Institute of Sport)&lt;/a&gt; in Sheffield, which is a multi-sport facility which is where many GB Olympic squads train, such as the GB Volleyball 2012 hopefuls. My good friend &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/cowsvolleyball/playerprofiles.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Rachel Colley&lt;/a&gt; is on the women's team and they train like mad at the EIS to get up to scratch for 2012.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went along today and had a go at the running long jump into the sandpit, where we were helped out with our techniques by a coach (the world record is 8.95 metres, our jumps were around 5m, with Lewis peaking at 5.10m). We then went over to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_jump" target="_blank"&gt;high jump&lt;/a&gt; area where we were taught the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fosbury_Flop" target="_blank"&gt;Fosbury Flop&lt;/a&gt; technique which we found awkward but got the hang of, and I'm sure with much practise can prove to be a good method of gaining maximum height from such a jump. The thing I find with a lot of athletic events is that they're mostly useless. The only only only situation in the world where you would need to get over a pole with a one-footed take-off and land on a super soft crash mat on your back is in this event - you couldn't possibly use it anywhere else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also had a go at the hurdles with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally_Gunnell" target="_blank"&gt;Sally Gunnell OBE&lt;/a&gt;, a former British Olympic Champion in the 400m hurdles, who showed us the proper technique for getting over hurdles, which is unfortunately something we rarely train for, because we usually overcome such obstacles using vaults (i.e. placing a hand or two on the obstacle) but it is often the case that this is not possible, so I feel it is something we should try to work on in future, and should be easy to simulate outdoors in the normal environment. It was tricky to get a good take-off and landing as well as keeping the consistency of speed in between each hurdle, but we definitely improved as we practised and got our techniques down quite well for a first session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The team of coaches running the event were very impressed with our abilities again and I had a chat with them afterwards, they asked for my details to pass on to people who might want to get us involved somehow. It's definitely something I'd like to pursue and will probably see if I can get involved with the uni athletics club when I start. A quick bit of googling tells me there is a club and their Wednesday night sessions start back up on 1st October. Excellent. I've no idea what'll happen with this but I'll probably give it a go and see how I get on. Training this sort of thing properly will probably benefit my parkour and it may be something I could take up as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've just got back into kayaking after a 2-year absence from anything challenging. I've been doing a bit of volunteer coaching and taking groups of kids down easy rivers which is rather dull, but after a day trip to Holme Pierrepoint the other week, I've decided not to give it up but to join the uni canoe club and get back into the swing of things. Check out a few photos from the day &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/sets/72157607113341501/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2827966417/in/set-72157607113341501/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2827966417_355d4c950c_d.jpg" width="30%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2828805942/in/set-72157607113341501/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3286/2828805942_442fa16617_d.jpg" width="30%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Less than a week to go before I move out of my home in Sheffield and into halls of residence in the heart of Manchester. I can't wait. I've been out to buy everything I need (which is considerably more than I thought I would need) and was given some dishes, bowls and handy utensils by my cousin Stephen who's moving to Canada this week!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/09/athletics.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-1457671922415756808</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T00:12:36.952+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Geek</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Computers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>SPKD</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Google</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Internet</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Featured</category><title>Connecting with Rev. Josh Through Aslan</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The internet is such an extraordinary thing. While I was googling for a good picture of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aslan" target="_blank"&gt;Aslan&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/2008/08/lets-go-on-adventure-ive-got-lots-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; I posted &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/lets-go-on-adventure-ive-got-lots-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;last night&lt;/a&gt;, I came across a &lt;a href="http://dragonpastor.blogspot.com/2007/09/aslan-tattoo.html" target="_blank"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; about a guy who had gotten himself an Aslan tattoo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1167/1452024875_906838c957_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1167/1452024875_906838c957_b.jpg" width="20%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left a comment on his blog, saying I thought the tattoo was cool and that I shared his admiration of Aslan. I tend to comment on blogs when I find them randomly, but never expect a reply - you never know when a blog is redundant or still in use. Anyway, today - I received a reply. He commented after me to thanks me for the positive comment and he wondered how I had come across his blog, so I told him I was looking for a picture of Aslan for my parkour video and linked him to my blog post with the video. He went on to comment on the video post on my blog to tell me that he had posted a &lt;a href="http://dragonpastor.blogspot.com/2008/08/magic-of-intertubes.html" target="_blank"&gt;new post&lt;/a&gt; about the random incident of connectivity between us. His post explained how I had found his blog, that he realised he can't have known me because I was from the UK (he's American), that he had never heard of parkour before he saw my video, and that he enjoyed my video (which he had embedded in the post) and compared it to Lara Croft in Tomb Raider. He finished by warning blog-reading teens not to go out and try parkour, and explained that I referred to it as "training" and mentions the bail I talked about in the post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This guy is called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617350488617777412"&gt;Rev. Josh&lt;/a&gt;, and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About Me&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am an ordained UCC clergyperson serving as an Associate Pastor in the Connecticut Conference. I am also into fantasy, science fiction, video games, and Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons... Contradictory? You'll have to decide for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617350488617777412" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6643/2662/320/JG7X5452.jpg" width="20%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how the internet brings people together like this. Remember the time I was contacted by a guy who found my &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2007/08/secret-message-from-lisses.html" target="_blank"&gt;secret message&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.dannysheffield.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Danny Wood&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://obsidianpkav.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Paul Maunder&lt;/a&gt;? And you know who are always at the heart of it all? Google! It was the same for &lt;a href="http://gormano.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dave Gorman&lt;/a&gt; who ended up flying all over the world simply because someone had entered the words 'Francophile Namesakes' into Google. For more about this see &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2007/12/googlewhacking.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. Speaking of Dave, I recently discovered he has a &lt;a href="http://gormano.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, which he updates regularly - it's worth a read (and even a subscribe if you like what you see). Also check out his &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dgbalancerocks" target="_blank"&gt;awesome photography portfolio&lt;/a&gt; (again, which he regularly adds to) on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were wondering why I have a fascination with Aslan, then I suggest you read the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Narnia" target="_blank"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt;. I recently read them all (as you know if you read my &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/07/pyrenees-2008.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pyrenees&lt;/a&gt; post) and even though they're written for children they're really enjoyable and thought-provoking. They helped me understand my beliefs and opened my mind to new ways of getting my head round why things happen and what there is beyond the scope of the plain-thinking view of existence. It's hard to explain but the stories put situations into a different context and use analogies to explain things that most people fail to comprehend about faith. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._S._Lewis" target="_blank"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt; was a genius who gained a Triple First from Cambridge, and had a thorough understanding of theological concepts and a brilliant way of telling a story. I have to admit the books are, for the most part, rather dull as not a lot happens until the very end when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aslan" target="_blank"&gt;Aslan&lt;/a&gt; the King of the Beasts and son of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor-Over-the-Sea" target="_blank"&gt;Emperor-Over-the-Sea&lt;/a&gt; comes and sorts everything out and explains everything. My favourite book was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magician%27s_Nephew" target="_blank"&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/a&gt; which is where two children from Earth enter into an uninhabited world by means of magic rings made by the boy's Uncle, and they witness the creation of Narnia by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aslan" target="_blank"&gt;Aslan&lt;/a&gt;. This tallies with the story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genesis" target="_blank"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt; and even has a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tree_of_Knowledge_of_Good_and_Evil" target="_blank"&gt;tree&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forbidden_fruit" target="_blank"&gt;forbidden fruit&lt;/a&gt; and shows the temptation in personal greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been a crazy post. I somehow managed to refer to four of my own blog posts, as well as four other people's blogs. Two of these people I have never met. I never plan my posts, so I tend to drift off the point and write way more than I intended. I'm working on cutting them down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great Bank Holiday Monday - I spent the day in the park with my Sister Kate and my four-year-old niece Olivia. Here are a couple of photos I took of Olivia:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2800542604/" title="Olivia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2800542604_37584e1353_m_d.jpg" alt="Olivia" height="120" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2800540708/" title="Olivia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/2800540708_1d933c3b35_m_d.jpg" alt="Olivia" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With under four weeks left in Sheffield I have lots of people to see, so I need to arrange days to spend with friends I haven't seen in ages and those I won't be seeing much any more. If you didn't see yesterday's parkour video, you can watch it &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/lets-go-on-adventure-ive-got-lots-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Oh and check out the new 'Post to Facebook' links which appear at the bottom and the sides of each post - click one of those to share that post on Facebook by either sending it as a link to one of your friends, or posting it directly to your profile feeds to share with anyone who visits your profile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To close I would like to quote Rev. Josh:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be safe &amp;amp; be good to each other&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/connecting-with-rev-josh-through-aslan.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-3333315353203083147</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T18:58:45.705+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Computers</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>SPKD</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Featured</category><title>Let's Go On An Adventure, I've Got Lots To Show You</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Last week you saw the revival of the Sheffield Parkour Diaries. This week I'm bringing you a parkour special edition of the recently-revived diaries with episode 15, edited by yours truly. It contains 90% parkour and just 10% silliness and promises to be entertaining and inspiring. This is a showcase of the movements we have accomplished during this week's training, and features training at the University of Sheffield English Department and also Tapton Flats, an abandoned estate outside the city centre of Sheffield. I hope you enjoy the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzbfN3S8ngQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzbfN3S8ngQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a great week of training. Tuesday was horrible weather but a great session nonetheless, then we met up again on Friday and had the sickest day of training I've had in ages (in glorious weather too) and again on Saturday when we did some cool stuff even though we were very tired, but enjoyed the company of the group, talked about parkour and other stuff and had a great day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I feel I ought to mention is that I had a pretty bad fall on Tuesday. I wasn't hurt, injured or damaged in any way, but the potential was there. I did an arm-to-arm (as seen successfully executed in the video at 4:46) at Tapton Flats and it felt really good so I was raving to Will and Danny about it; they seemed a little less enthusiastic and weren't really up for giving it a try - for some reason this irritated me and I made it my mission to persuade them that it was fun and that they should try it. I was just on a buzz from this movement I'd seen, done and enjoyed. I started to get a little arrogant about it, which is odd, and did it again, but somehow slipped on take-off, missed the other wall and slid down it to the floor. It's probably a 10 or 12 foot drop from where I took off, and I slid down the side of the wall I'd failed to catch the top of, landed on my feet thinking myself lucky. I came down from the buzz and chilled myself out. The other guys tried it eventually (with a little more care than my second attempt) and found it fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This led me on to the point of discussion with Danny that parkour gives you a sense of immediate recovery. In a situation where you fall or slip (even in normal life situations other than training), your inner parkour comes into play and adjusts your body to where it needs to be to prevent injury. You just suddenly become aware that you are falling and in potential danger and you immediately and sub-conciously do whatever it takes to stop yourself; whether you need to put your arms and legs out, take a drop or force a roll, you just do it. This is like an extension of natural reflexes such as shutting your eyes to shield from something, ducking from something, putting your hands in front of your face or whatever. Parkour just gives us that edge, from all the practise of movements and being in unusual positions where accidents can easily happen, we're just used to adjusting quickly to defend ourselves from pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used Windows Movie Maker to edit the video; I think it's a great piece of software to use, or at least it would be if it didn't crash every two minutes. I'm not kidding. I would be dragging a clip into the storyboard and then click to view the next one and ... FREEZE. Damn. I'd have to Ctrl + Alt + Del it and end the process. Then open up again, locate the project file, wait for it to load, hope that it worked and that I hadn't lost too much in the process. It's so temperamental! And incredibly hypersensitive. It just doesn't like you clicking something while it's doing something else, and instead of just ignoring you it simply freezes and there's no solution other than to close it down by means mentioned earlier, and waiting for it to load up again. That's the last time I use WMM for anything. I've used Adobe Premier and Adobe Premier Pro before (Pro was just annoying, as if they'd removed the useful features) but it's a massive application to run so not really the best option for me at the moment. I've heard good things about other software, so if anyone has any recommendations (except Paul telling me to get a Mac) they would be more than welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are my photos from the week's training. View the photoset &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/sets/72157606967928721/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2800477276/in/set-72157606967928721/" title="Welcome" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3254/2800477276_2af9212721_s.jpg" alt="Welcome" width="75" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2800477004/in/set-72157606967928721/" title="Tree" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/2800477004_3660423225_s.jpg" alt="Tree" width="75" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2799629451/in/set-72157606967928721/" title="Tree 5" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/2799629451_85e8944dcf_s.jpg" alt="Tree 5" width="75" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2799629203/in/set-72157606967928721/" title="Tree 4" target="_blank"&gt; 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&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2800467940_6da0ae6e4d_s.jpg" alt="Will 2" width="75" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/lets-go-on-adventure-ive-got-lots-to.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-3541302729710226304</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 09:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T02:17:25.533+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>SPKD</category><title>SPKD: Back by Popular Demand</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is my 50th Post! My blog has been going for just over two years now and today I've reached number 50. Here is a video made from clips taken on one Saturday jam day. It's kind of a Sheffield Parkour Diaries revival, back by popular demand (episode 14). It's made by Danny Wood and features his new parkour rap. I hope you enjoy the video, because I did - it's hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNLh3FhFMt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNLh3FhFMt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now have a feature where you can only see selected posts by category by means of tags (see the tag list &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/labels/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). There is also a tag for &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/labels/Featured.html" target="_blank"&gt;'Featured Posts&lt;/a&gt;' - these are a small number of posts which I have selected to be featured, so if someone wanted to look at the best posts of this blog since it began, they will be able to get them all in one page with the less-good ones out of the way. Also check out my &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/archive/" target="_blank"&gt;blog archive&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/archive/" target="_blank"&gt;video archive&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The website is practically finished now. I keep adding bits and changing bits but it's basically all there now. Have a look around and see what you can find! Try searching for something using the Google Search bar near the top of the sidebar - check out the cool Javascript I used to make the default text 'Google it...' disappear when you click inside, and then reappear when you click away. Awesome, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention I got into uni. I got the grades I needed (although not what I wanted - I was four marks off a B in Maths!) - pretty gutted about that as I put so much work in to try and get a B but at least I got my uni place. I also got into my first choice halls (Cambridge Halls, just off Oxford Road in the centre of Manchester - 6 minutes from uni, the parkour meet-up spot and the train station!) so I move in in about 5 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/spkd-back-by-popular-demand.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-6013316668967246219</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T23:33:13.823+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Internet</category><title>1 in 4 People...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just a short post. I've just been reading the BBC News feeds and came across an &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7532601.stm" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the 100th anniversary of the state pension. The Old Age Pensions Act was passed in August 1908 and the first payments were made on 1 January 1909. It listed some facts about life in 1908 compared to facts about life in 2008. One in particular sprung to my attention:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1908: 1 in 200 lived to age 100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008: 1 in 4 will live to age 100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm quite surprised by this statistic. 1 in 4 is quite a lot of people, and living to 100 is a massive life achievement! My maternal Grandfather is still alive and well (recently retired and has just stopped driving) and will reach the ripe old age of 94 in November this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have decided to make it my mission in life to reach my 100th birthday! If 1 in 4 can do it, I'm liking those odds. I'll let you know how I get on. Watch this space for updates on how I'm doing (if I keep posting, presume I'm going strong - if there's no new post for a while, presume I've not made it, but drop me an email just in case).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/1-in-4-people.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-7287092452942719122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 10:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T23:56:49.579+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parkour</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Featured</category><title>Trace Gathering 08</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Trace is a Parkour gathering in the peak district organised by Jason Matten and Dave Sedgely. The first proper one was last year (see &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2007/08/trace-gathering-07.html" target="_blank"&gt;Trace Gathering 07&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/2007/08/trace-gathering-07.html" target="_blank"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;) and we had a smaller one the year before called the Northern Parkour Gathering 06 (see these posts: &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2006/07/thursday-jin-owned-everything-jasons.html" target="_blank"&gt;Th&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2006/09/fridays-training-in-peak-district.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2006/07/saturday-in-sheffield.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2006/07/sunday-in-manchester.html" target="_blank"&gt;Su&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bennuttall.com/videos/2006/08/northern-parkour-gathering-2006.html" target="_blank"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;). I came back a few days early from my trip to the Spanish Pyrenees (see this post) for this event and it was well worth it.This year was HUGE as there were 250 places available as the entire campsite at Edale was booked out for us, so there were about twice as many attendees as last year (and about 5 times more than 06), which I felt played against us at times. It was too big. The rain fell throughout the week which left us unable to perform the training we would like to be able to do, but nevertheless we had a great gathering and did the best we could to train in the wet, which is simply a matter of working on smaller-scaled jumps and making them much more controlled, which is an integral part of parkour training. (What's the point only training in good weather? What if we needed to put our skills to practice and it was raining?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2722248030/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2722248030_0ca802b28d_d.jpg" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2722251880/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2722251880_07ca864fda.jpg" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all arrived on Monday to pitch our tents at Edale and meet and greet the traceurs who had mostly come from around the UK but some from Europe, America, even Australasia! I made my way by train from Sheffield and found a huge bunch of young people in tracksuit bottoms with big bags and camping equipment that happened to be getting the very same train as me. While waiting at the station in Sheffield the group were looking at a sizey precision jump across the single-train rail line which I have been wanting to try for quite some time, and I decided to go for it. It's just about far enough to push my comfort levels, but I found it was easily doable. I think it's about 11 feet.On the walk from the station to the campsite I saw my good friend Jin, who recently returned from a year in China, so we hugged and had a quick catch-up on the way to the gazebo that had been set up on entrance, where my good friend Blake from South London's Saiyan Clan (see their awesome-but-not-frequently-enough-updated blog &lt;a href="http://saiyangarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) was ticking names off the list, and spotted me out of the crowd and came over to shake my hand and say hello, it was great to see him again, so we had a chat once the crowd had died down. We trained a bit on the park round the corner that night and got settled in before being grouped for the next two days. I was to be in Jin and Liv's group with a mix of guys (and 3 girls) from all over the UK, none of which I knew at that point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2720362163/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/2720362163_692ea4cc5a_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first day was a late start and we warmed up and trained on a wet and slippery Padley Gorge for a few hours before heading to the other peaks in walking distance from Grindleford Station. We got the train to Hope to go to the shop to stock up on supplies for the week, and with about 100 other traceurs with the same idea, we packed the shop out and formed a queue that actually filled the shop, so on entering the shop, you had joined the queue and basically had to pick things up on your way to the front of the queue, which took about 45 minutes. We missed the train and a group of us decided to walk back rather than waiting 2 hours for the train. It was only 1 stop on the train and was a 7 minute journey that took well over an hour if you walked it.The next day was an early start which began with us trekking all the way up Higger Tor in the pouring rain, where we ate some food before doing some weaselling while the weather passed. Some of the gaps we had to force our bodies through were incredibly small, some even crushed your chest making it hard to breathe in and out. One of the guys there said that this was useful training as if you got caught in a building on fire or under terrorist attack or something and needed to climb through a vent to get out, you might have to force yourself through an awkward gap. This gave me reason to try some hard ones. One of them made you force your chest through a gap and struggle through upwards with little to push off, you got your skin caught at the front and back and had to relax as much as possible, breathe in and out slowly and you had to breathe out massively in order for your chest to be small enough to fit through, which was still a struggle, especially during shallow-breathing. I managed to squeeze through to applaud from the motivating group led by Daniel Ilabaca (one of the things I love about the way Danny trains with groups - he encourages people to work towards what they are trying to achieve and applauds and congratulates them on completion or good attempt).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2721414093/sizes/l/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2721414093_d775ed8d7f_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the weather had cleared up we did some parkour runs over the rocks. Danny came up with a run with no preparation, he simply went forwards and came up with appropriate  movements as he went along, and got us all to try and follow suit - it turned out to be a great run that everybody could do (some faster and smoother than others) and we had great fun fine-tuning and perfecting it. Later on in the afternoon when everyone was starting to get tired out, Danny asked who wanted to do some barefoot training, and those who did took off our shoes and socks and followed him on a course of keeping to the rocks and off the grass, all round Carl Walk, until we jumped to a massive rock where the path ended, and once three of us had got to where he was stuck, he asked the rest to find new paths. Danny decided to come up with a team activity where the four of us helped each other to get back from the big rock (impossible to do individually) so he formed himself into a bridge across the gap and I had to climb up him to get to the next rock, then help the next person up and then between us, pull Danny up to join us. We managed it and Danny asked for another team of four to work together to do the same, and three or four groups had a go. I think all but one made it back, and one with a little cheating, and Danny was trying to emphasise the importance of the task, to try and make it more real and more desperate so that we should treat it like we had to do it without falling and take it deadly seriously as if it was a matter of working together saving our lives. Some disregarded this but some took it on board and took the exercise seriously.The fourth day, and third full day of training, we had the choice to do what we wanted, so I trekked up to Higger Tor with a small group of other traceurs (most people just stayed at Padley Gorge out of laziness, some because they genuinely preferred it) and when we arrived there it chucked it down with rain and all we could do was take shelter and wait for it to get better. It only got worse, and we were given warnings of more bad weather, so we walked all the way back to the gorge where it was wet but some of the people were training. I joined Will and Blake on a tree/rock manoeuvre and added my own ideas to the route they were trying. They loved my idea (it was a sweet movement involving getting from one rock to another by means of a dive to a branch, swinging to another branch and swinging off onto the landing rock) and the three of us tried out our different techniques and took note of what we liked about each other's way of moving and choices of methods, and were all getting close to landing it with different methods, but then Blake swung from the first branch and it snapped off completely. It looked as if he landed flat out on his back on a big rock, so I went over to see if his back was ok, which it was, minus a bit of a scrape, but he'd actually taken a chuck out of his arm on the way down! He had cut the skin on the inside of his arm at the elbow level, right where the bone sticks out, and the skin had ripped apart and looked quite deep, maybe to the bone. I rushed to get my first aid kit (the best of which is still making its way back in a trailer on a minibus from Spain with the rest of my kit) and cleaned the wound up and bandaged it and used some of Will's tape to hold the cut closed so it could heal easier. He was ok and will be getting it checked out when he gets home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2722238154/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2722238154_205b3f4e9d_d.jpg" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2721176320/in/set-72157606484014019/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3284/2721176320_d391ab98d8_d.jpg" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we headed back to Edale and to the campsite where we had been informed flood warnings had been issued, and Dave was making plans to move the group to the village hall for the night rather than risk it at the campsite. Seeing as I live in Sheffield, I thought I may as well just pack up and go home, since the gathering had finished and people were only staying to go home the next day. I packed up quickly and found out the train times and just about had time to help Will pack away and say goodbye to some people. It amazed me how many mini-Ilabacas there were at Trace. Soooo many people with the same hairstyle and dressing habits. I actually witnessed (on several occasions) people picking up tips from Danny and telling their mates about them, and trying to copy every little thing that he did because they thought that it would make them better. One guy a few of us were helping with his cat pass technique actually admitted that he wanted to do it a different way just to be like Danny and that he thought it was justifiable to copy him merely because if Danny did it then it must be the right way. Apparently Danny's years of practising and downright natural ability and skill don't come in to it...I didn't get many photos as I was too busy training but they can be found &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/sets/72157606484014019/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.Thanks to Jason and Dave and all the reps for the event.And to Blake and Cable - please update your blog! I look forward to reading your version of events at Trace soon! I also hope we can arranged to meet up to train together soon. All the best, guys. Stay safe (and I hope your arm is ok, Blake!).&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.bennuttall.com/blog/2008/08/trace-gathering-08.html</link><author>ben@bennuttall.com (Ben Nuttall)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30924386.post-1935022847348054245</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T15:49:11.381+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Featured</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Travels</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Scouting</category><title>Pyrenees 2008</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have just returned from a &lt;a href="http://www.woodseatsventureunit.com/" target="_new"&gt;WVU&lt;/a&gt; Summer Trip to the Pyrenees! The Pyrenees are the mountains that border France and Spain - we were on the Spanish side, staying at a lovely campsite in the picturesque town of Torla in a valley on the outskirts of the Ordesa National Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705791261/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2705791261_d7753bf45d_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My journey there was rather easy-going; Neil and I caught the 6am coach from Sheffield to London Stanstead Airport and flew to Santander, then caught a bus to Bilbao, where we stayed the night in a cheap hotel. A funny thing occurred when we got to the hotel; we checked in and got sorted downstairs and got in the lift to the floor where our room was. The lift contained a sticker giving the name of the Swiss engineering company that made the lift mechanism, a company called Schindler. Neil cleverly pointed out that we were in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schindler%27s_List" target="_blank"&gt;Schindler's Lift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (see picture &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705340714/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). We had an excellent kebab each that night for tea (nothing like the greasy ones we have in fish &amp;amp; chip shops at home!) and awoke the next morning to find it pouring with rain! We had arranged to meet the rest of the group that morning when their ferry got in, and they picked us up in our 60 year old ex-RAF minibus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705846363/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2705846363_78a5c74d48_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705846363/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/2705361758_79bac618e3_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drove across Spain for a few hours before getting to the campsite in Torla and pitched our tents and rather than cook for ourselves we decided to go for pizza again (the village of Torla is rather limited in what it can offer). The next day a group of us decided to check out the surrounding area so we went for a walk up out of the valley. Later on in the afternoon we needed to take a rest from walking and take shelter from the sun - this was the siesta! The Spanish always close their shops and take a break from whatever they are doing for a few hours in the peak of the heat, and we could see why! It was unbearable to walk in, especially with a rucksack. That night we decided to go for a pizza because it was Harriet's birthday, and we gave her a surprise when we got back to the campsite by laying out cake, candles and balloons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2704617129/in/set-72157606396156606/%22" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/2704617129_9a20bf0b23_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705460060/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2705460060_7e9e3ac312_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day we had been sat at the side of a river putting sun cream on, and then decided to go for a swim in the river, and since I had my socks on when I put cream on, before we decided to go swimming, I managed to burn my feet when stood on the island in the middle of the river, and the next day they were raw red and sore! I was actually hobbling about for about four days, struggling to walk properly and in pain when I did. I was constantly bathing them with moisturising aftersun lotion. I've never been badly sunburnt and this really hurt - it felt like the skin was being stretched across my feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went swimming again the next day. The river was made up of water that had flowed directly from the melted snow at the top of the mountains, so even in the heat of the Spanish sun, was absolutely freezing! It was the coldest I've ever swam in and actually made you lose the ability to speak clearly out of shock, it was so intense that when we jumped in we needed to swim straight to the island and get out of the cold, but after a couple of minutes of major shivering you were ok again. We tended to swim to the island and stay there for ages, which meant it was a horrible feeling knowing the only way back was to swim again - there was actually no other way - I looked for an alternative route back by stepping on smaller rocks but they were too far apart to step between and too slippery to jump between, so you had to submerge yourself and bear the cold again! That night we cooked for the first time, we made an awesome pasta dish with herby tomatoey sauce with chopped veg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2704553623/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2704553623_a0e2ff9f7a_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night there was the worst storm I've ever witnessed. The rain was pelting down on the tent all night, thunder was pounding away and lightning was striking immensely. At one point I looked out of the tent and it was pitch black, all you could see was the street lamps down the road through the middle of the campsite, and all of a sudden the lightning struck in the sky and you could see everything as clear as day, but only for a split second. The next day my feet were still burnt and I was still hobbling and we had quite a relaxing day and spent some time at the river again. The coldness of the water became more bearable each time you went in, so we were more comfortable with it now and less hesitant at getting in. We had meatballs and rice that night and had bought some cubes of stock to add to the pot and for some reason Bob put in 8 cubes (the pan was for 3 of us) so the meal was the saltiest thing I'd ever tasted - it was horrible but we needed to eat to keep our strength up for the walking we'd planned for that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705659325/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2705659325_a15b53e71c_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed up to the bus station in the village to catch a bus up to the higher part of the mountains in the national park, where we planned to walk further up and spend a night in a hut, and we paid and got on the bus with the driver ready to take us up, when some fat park ranger woman came and shouted at the driver and told him he wasn't allowed to take us up at that time, so we had to ask for our money back, but apparently this isn't possible so they sellotaped our tickets back together and said we could use them another day. Not put off by this we changed our plans slightly and walked to another hut we knew we could get to by walking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705677503/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2705677503_19c34a46bf_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was just us (about a dozen from the group) and two American chaps on the bus, and they asked if they could join us so we walked up to the hut with them. After a few hours' walking (by which time it was getting late and rather dark) we arrived at a hut the size of a small garden shed, so we had to sleep outside. We stayed up a while and had a chat with the Americans, who turned out to be 21-year-old backpackers called Brad and Hunter with no course of direction or plans for the next few days. We enjoyed their company very much and asked the usual English-American questions (some serious, some just taking the mick out of Americans or their accent). They suggested we play a game where it had something to do with naming things in certain categories (we laughed at their pronunciation of the word 'categories') such as breakfast cereals but Sasha pointed out that we don't have the same cereal brands as them, and came out with "your cereals are probably called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude Flakes&lt;/span&gt;' or something" which we all thought was pretty funny. Later on when it was time to sleep we set out our sleeping bags, thermarests, bivvy bags and suchlike, and they said they had brought "towels, sheets and stuff" to sleep in/on. Oh dear. We ended up lending them bits of our kit to use for the night. We had a really fun night, it was great hanging out with those guys. If you're reading this now, Brad and/or Hunter, post a comment below or send me an email!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705684095/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2705684095_5c98f98afe_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the Tourist Information at one point as I needed to find out how I was to get from Torla to Santander (the best part of 300 miles) on my own by public transport. The woman spoke a little English and was baffled by the majority of my questions, but grasped that I was requesting bus timetable information so she wrote down a single departure time from Torla to one of the nearby towns. When she then realised I had found this information rather inadequate, she wrote down a few more similar ones for buses to different nearby towns. Either she thought that's what I was trying to find out or was just trying to get rid of me to one of the nearby towns. Maybe she was trying to point me in the direction of people who spoke better English than she did in other Tourist Information centres. Anyway, I finally got something useful out of her: a website for the bus company, then and she wrote down a phrase in Spanish, pointed to it and said "Google". Now she was talking my language! Luckily, and rather usefully, the TI had four computers for tourists to use. I had to wait a while because they were always full of teenagers watching videos YouTube. During my free 15 minutes I successfully managed to find out that the website she gave me was in Spanish (and made in Flash so could not be translated using &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate_t" target="_blank"&gt;Google Translate&lt;/a&gt;) and the Google phrase she gave me led to that very same website and nothing else of any use to me whatsoever. Brilliant. I left it there for the time being and thought I'd give it a few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next few days we spent doing walks and treks in various places in the area. One day a group of us drove round the windy roads in the valleys going right into the heart of the Pyrenesian mountain ranges in Emma's ex- Post Office red van! It was a mission getting round the bends and down the roads on the cliff faces that were scarcely big enough for a car, especially with me leaning over Emma to take photos out of the window while she was driving! I've never seen so many photographic opportunities in one place before! I was having a right time with my point-and-shoot (what an apt description) camera leaning over left and right at every turn. Honestly, there were breathtaking views every way you turned. It was unbelievable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days had passed since my feeble attempt to plan my way home, so I decided to give it another bash. I asked the woman for some help but that was hopeless yet again, so I went back on the computer and did some of my own Googling, I found a site that listed the Summer timetable for one of the journeys I wanted to take. I translated it using Google Translate (this one was text-only - woo!) and found some bus times, and found some more for other journeys and worked out which route to take back to Santander. I planned to get a lift to Jaca and get a bus from there to Pamplona, then another bus to Santander. I got the times for these journeys and they were both rather infrequent services so I had to get the one at 6:30am from Jaca, so I would either get a lift really early from the campsite, or dropped off the night before. I told the TI woman that I had found buses I could get and that I needed to make sure I got on these buses so that I was at the airport in time to check in, but she had no idea what I was saying and thought I wanted to buy plane tickets from her. I tried again and she got the gist and told me I could buy tickets at the bus stations. I wanted to see if I could book them in advance (I couldn't afford to take any chances, I didn't want to risk missing my plane!) but she just said to buy them at the station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706626042/in/set-72157606396156606" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2706626042_3900a76d0f_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day we decided to use the bus tickets we'd have left over (albeit sellotaped back together by the ticket desk woman) and spend a day in the higher parts of the mountains in the national park, which turned out to be good fun where we generally chilled out, had a picnic and messed around taking pictures of us doing silly things. I did a few backflips off a thick log, we all jumped off it together, then I climbed a big tree and the others followed me up there and I took photos from high up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706616760/in/set-72157606396156606" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/2706616760_26630b1ab2_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706642230/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2706642230_5ac7afc09b_d.jpg" width="45%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finished up at the river (as we did most days) and went for a swim. By this time we were much more comfortable with the cold water and had got to the stage of jumping in off high rocky platforms on the sides, and flipping off them! I did a few backflips and some others did some frontflips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2705427578/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/2705427578_ebb5fd9c41_o_d.jpg" width="80%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following morning I woke up and got ready to go out for the day, and after breakfast (bread &amp;amp; honey, which was pretty much all we ate for breakfasts and lunches each day - unless we pushed the boat out and felt like doing some serious damage to the budget we were living on and opted for salami instead of honey) I was told that the plan had changed for simplicity (this was the day before I was due to fly home) - The new plan was to go out for the day, ending up at the French border, then I was going to be driven to Jaca, spend the night there and catch my bus in the morning. They said I had 20 minutes to pack my bags and take my tent down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a bag ready with what I'd need to take home with me on the plane, and packed the rest into my bags that would go in the trailer and come home the week after. I had to be quite selective with what I would take on the plane because you're not allowed fluids over 100ml (as I found out on the outward journey and was forced to throw away my bottles of shampoo, shower gel, sun cream, aftersun, shaving foam and diaderent as well as razorblades...) and nothing sharp or potentially dangerous, and my bag had to be under certain dimensions, so I was rather limited, and I needed quite a bit of my gear when I got home because I was going to the Trace Gathering (see next post) and needed some stuff for camping, but had to leave most of it behind and cope without. Anyway, I took my tent down and loaded all my bags in the trailer and we headed off to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Via_ferrata" target="_blank"&gt;Via Ferrata&lt;/a&gt; (literally the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Road&lt;/span&gt;' - a mountain route which is equipped with fixed cables, ladders, and bridges) and had great fun on the course, where you attached yourself (by means of a harness with a sling and a carabina) to a cable, climbed up the vertical face of the mountain, sometimes with help of iron steps or ladder sections, until you reached the end of that piece of cable and before unclipping the carabina, you would attach a second carabina on the next cable, then unclip the one before (thus ensuring you were ALWAYS clipped on, to ensure that if you fell off while switching cables you were still attached and would never be able to fall completely, as your harness would hold you) and climb ahead. The cables were only ever a few metres as most, so as to minimise the distance it was ever possible to fall in the event of you slipping or falling back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706690882/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2706690882_efbe031e79_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had great fun doing the course and Richard attached the Unit's helmetcam to his helmet so it would video record people ahead of him doing the route, and we filmed some cool stuff and some silly stuff and he kept asking people questions about what they were doing in an interview-style manner, which was quite funny. Unfortunately, he realised later on that the camera must have been knocked in the bag and stopped recording right at the beginning, so we hadn't captured anything! Gutted! Nevertheless, he caught some good footage of people jumping into the river at the end of the course - there was a rock you could climb up to and jump off into a big deep stream, and we all jumped in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706734246/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2706734246_fc13573eed_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this we all drove to the French-Spanish border where we spent the afternoon together. A group of us walked up a hillside to  where the border line continued (it was marked out with stones all the way along) and we messed around up there for a while, hopping into France and back into Spain. We then walked down the hill to go to a shop where everyone else was, and on the way down I had laid down in the long grass to take &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706816030/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;this photo of a flower&lt;/a&gt; and got up and jogged down to catch up with the others. When I got to the bottom I realised my wallet was missing, it must have fallen out of my pocket either when I laid down to take the picture or as I jogged down the banking. I panicked. Partly because it had a considerable sum inside (over €150) but also because I hate the thought of losing my cards and stuff. I got stressed out looking for it because I had no idea where to look, everywhere looked the same (long grass with purple flowers) and I wasn't sure which way I walked down. The guys I was with asked me where I dropped it and what it looked like, and the honest answer I gave couldn't have been more ridiculous: "It's either in France or Spain and it's camouflage". I was thinking maybe I ought to buy a new wallet (hoping I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt;) that was a more visible colour. Anyway, Bob found it so I hugged him and bought him a big bottle of San Miguel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706760770/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2706760770_e15e90f73b_d.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After this I bid farewell to the group and got dropped off in Jaca. Luckily the bus station was still open so I managed to buy a ticket for the bus to confirm the first step on the road to Santander! I was ahead of the game. This was around 8pm and my bus wasn't till 6:30 the next morning so I had some time to kill and to find somewhere to sleep. I wandered around the town for a bit to see what was about. I ended up going into the cathedral, which was open to tourists, and taking a look around the statues, paintings and ceilings for a while then just sat down in the pews, cleared my mind and sat alone thinking deeply about life. Then I wandered down some streets to find some food, most places I stopped at had menus full of dishes but all in Spanish so I had no idea what they were (I know enough French and German to get by in these situations but was never taught Spanish!) so I would take a peek and move on, confused. Around 10:00pm, I eventually found one, that had pictures of plates of food on the wall outside (numbered), so I thought "perfect" and before I had time to turn around, a waiter asked me politely, in English, if I would like to eat. He showed me the choice inside and told me what they all were, in English, and gave me the price list, pointed to show the different prices for indoor or outdoor (indoor was cheaper, which was my preference anyway!) and gave me a minute to make my mind up. I ordered a "Number One / Número Uno" (I know that much Spanish) and within two minutes I had a plate of pork chops, freshly-fried egg, chips and red peppers and a coke in front of me. I was so very happy. This waiter treated me so well and made me feel at home, when I was feeling rather alone and a little worried about how the next day would turn out, whether or not I'd make it to the airport (250+ miles away) on time for my flight, all by myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ate my meal while watching some basketball, then the start of a football match between Barcelona and Hibernian, then ordered a coffee and pulled out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Horse_and_His_Boy" target="_new"&gt;my book&lt;/a&gt; and began to read. I continued to sit and read for quite some time, and at 2:15am, the waiter apologised and politely informed me that it was closing time, so I thanked him and put my book away and went to pay the bill, which was about €8 which was incredibly cheap for a full meal, a coke and a coffee, especially to say I had been there for over four hours! He asked where in England I was from, what I had been doing on holiday, that sort of thing. I told him I was from Sheffield, that I'd been in the Pyrenees and that I was flying home the next day. He was very nice and we had a short chat and I left. I sat on a bench right outside and finished my book (I was only a couple of chapters from the end). I'd not had much chance to read while I was away, but I got through half of the book in that restaurant and was ready to start &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magician%27s_Nephew" target="_blank"&gt;the next one&lt;/a&gt; on the coach in about four hours' time! I wandered around and found a place to fill my water bottle up; it was a grassy area with weird statues and there was a water tap in the middle, so I went up to it and started rummaging through my bag when I heard a noise getting progressively closer, I looked around to see a rotating sprinkler getting towards the place I was standing, so I hopped out of its path, trying to avoid the next one along, and quickly dived in and filled up in the 30 seconds before it got back to me! Then I headed over to the bus station, hoping that it was still open so I would have somewhere to kip for the next few hours, and it was - so I found myself a corner, got my sleeping bag out and set about 5 alarms on my phone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706820366/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2706820366_a1fab1bd99_d.jpg" width="40%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was rather hard to get to sleep on the hard floor but I kept my eyes closed, and all of a sudden I heard a car pull up just outside the sheltered section of the station I was laying in, I looked up to see a police car with a couple of local bobbies staring at the heap in the corner, and when I looked up they stared for a minute or two while saying soemthing to each other but then seemed to be ok with the situation and drove away. I think I eventually got to sleep at around 4:00am but made sure I was awake and up at 6:00 and got ready for the bus. I started my book on that journey, and took some cool &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706823900/in/set-72157606396156606/" target="_blank"&gt;sunrise pictures&lt;/a&gt; from the coach. I arrived in Pamplona just after 8am and I was feeling a combination of sickness, tiredness and hunger, but with an overwhelming urgency to purcahse my bus ticket to Santander. I joined a queue that had no-one being served at the end of it, waited there a while until the ticket desk woman opened up and gave the usual "Do you speak English?" opener and receieved the usual negative response. The word "No" is common between the English and Spanish languages. I had my intended journeys written down with teh times of departure and arrival underneath the place names, so I pointed to it as I had done the previous night in Jaca. She knew what I was saying and told me, in Spanish, that the bus was fully booked. Oh dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From my research I knew that that service was rather infrequent and I knew the next one would get me to Santander too late. I had to find another way to get there. By train, maybe? I needed to talk to somebody English who could provide me with the information a person would need in my position. I forgot all about the sickness, tiredness and hunger and made a sharp exit from the bus station. I needed Tourist Information. Luckily I saw a sign just a couple of minutes out of the station that vaguely pointed to the TI, so I took off in that general direction and walked for about 10 minutes, just when I began to think that I was heading nowhere, I happened across another signpost to the TI! I followed it further and saw the building - it had its shutters down. I went up to the shutters and saw some information on the wall next to it. The opening times stated 10:00am. There was an English-looking person with a large rucksack also looking at the very same piece of text. I said hello and asked if he was English. He was Australian. Close enough. We had a chat and told each other our stories. His name was Max and he had been travelling around Europe for a few months with various family and friends and now he was on his own (just like me). He told me he was about to start a pilgrimage which could be started at any point on this route marked out by signposts, with hostels along the way for other pilgrims to meet up in the evenings and walk together during the daytime. He was waiting for the TI to open so he could sign up to the pilgrimage (registered pilgrims get discount at hostels along the way), so he had about 90 minutes to kill before he could sign up. This was perfect. He was the friendliest guy I've ever met and he was ever so helpful to me. It was great that he had all that time to kill and I was there to provide him with a way of killing it! I informed him of my predicament and he was more than willing and able to offer me help. I suggested we found out about trains, and since he had just come from the train station he led the way. I was a little more calm now, and we had a great chat about our trips and our lives. We got to the station and I asked the guy if he spoke English (I was wasting my time as usual) and simply said the name of the place I wanted to get to: "Santander?". Apparently there are no trains from Pamplona to Santander. I looked at the map and thought to ask if there was a train to Bilbao, which would be a step in the right direction, at least. Apparently there are no trains from Pamlona to Bilbao. Apparently there are no trains from Pamplona to anywhere to the West of it. I panicked. I had to try the bus station again, to see of I could at least get to a place (preferably a bit closer to Santander) with a reasonable hub for transport! We headed back and chatted some more. It was 9:30am before we got there so Max left for the opening of the Tourist Information. If you're reading this, Max, thanks ever so much for your help and I hope your pilgrimage went well and you had a great trip! Leave a comment below or send me an email!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily there was a bus to Bilbao at 11:15am so I had a fair wait, but at least I had a ticket. I remembered I was hungry and went for a croissant and a coffee around the corner. I got my bus fine and had a kip on the way to Bilbao. I arrived there at about 1:10pm and joined a queue to get a ticket to Santander. The LED timetable board in the station said there was one at 2:00pm so I knew I could be there in plenty of time. I was behind two German women who were also buying tickets to Santander, so when they were refused tickets I got a little worried, but fortunately this was simply because we had been in the wrong queue, the next queue was also the wrong queue but the third (it was 1:30pm by this point) was the right queue! They bought their tickets and I was hoping they hadn't just filled the coach and stranded me in Spain, but luckily they hadn't. The woman was printing my ticket after taking my money, and I decided to ask if the bus stopped at the airport (not in English or Spanish, but the universal language of silly hand signals - you should have been my aeroplane signal!) and she suddenly stopped and exclaimed "You want airport!?" and told me that was a different bus, the next one was at 3:30pm and arrived at 4:50pm, which was just about in time for me to check-in. She ripped up my ticket and printed another. Sorted. I actually had a ticket in my hand that would take me to the airport on time to catch my flight home. All day there had been that air of uncertainty, but finally my fate was sealed. I was going to London! Maybe even Sheffield, if things kept on working out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent the next two hours wandering around Bilbao. There wasn't enough time to do anything fun, but I occupied myself and took a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706831932/in/set-72157606396156606/"&gt;few&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bennuttall/2706827592/in/set-72157606396156606/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; around the city. I caught the bus and got off at the airport. Then something hit me. My bag was considerably bigger than the on