Observations from a Hill

A lazy food post tonight, as I'm rather chuffed with the results of my culinary efforts this evening. Pictured, my lamb shish kebab gyros. I'll admit the presentation verges somewhat on the chaotic, but the flatbread simply wouldn't play ball and split neatly: not really an issue as it did its job of holding the filling from the first until the last mouthful. To sum up, I bought a pack of Lidl's kebabs this afternoon with the intention of lighting the barbecue and just eating them with bread and salad; but as the weather was gloomily overcast, it seemed appropriate to cook indoors instead, so a decision was made to air-fry the little buggers instead. I'd already got the makings of a salad in the fridge, so I duly made one of gem lettuce, tomato, spring onion, feta and chorizo, dressed with olive oil and lemon juice, salt and black pepper. I flavoured some Greek yoghurt with sumac and spread that on the inside of the flatbread, before adding the sliced kebab and sala...

The cost of our tech will be rising, that much is for sure: stuff gets more expensive with time. But this year's rises may be disproportionately higher and the trend will probably continue as we move forward. The reason? Chips. And more specifically, memory and data storage chips. Ironically, aside from the geopolitical factors currently mashing up the markets with trade wars, actual wars and the inevitable knock-ons in the stock market, the principal factor is the thirst of big tech itself, specifically, A.I., which requires not only huge amounts of processing and co-processing power; it also consumes vast amounts of memory in the process of doing what it does. This 'ever-upwards' trend is not unique in the history of computer and communications device development, but the scale and rate of growth at which it's happening is. Cost inflation is being driven by configuration inflation, and dear old Moore's Law and the manufacturing base that supports the industry are ...

  Just a very brief note tonight as I'm just about to watch the England v Panama game. Pictured was tonight's repast of a do-it-yourself pizza based on the featured Crosta Mollica pizza base [less than four quid from Waitrose]. I bought a mozzarella for the cheese, but didn't realise until I got it home that it was reduced fat, which I consider to be a cardinal sin where cheese is concerned - should have taken my reading glasses into the store me, but there you go. The only things I added to what was essentially became a classic Margherita was home-grown basil, seasoning and olive oil. Not bad, really, and a good deal less faff than cooking one from absolute scratch, although there ain't no substitute for the real deal, and I do have a vague plan for building an outdoor, wood-fired pizza oven, ticking over in the back of my mind. As to the football; as anyone who knows me knows well, I'm not these days given to any particular enthusiasm for the game; but in one or t...

I got back from our break in Llŷn a bit earlier than anticipated this morning. The explorations I'd got planned for the journey home were cancelled due to a reprise of yesterday's temperature and humidity: I just didn't fancy leaving the aircon of my car behind just to potter about - it was just too hot. Pictured is the thermometer we keep in the shade by our front door, reading 28˚C when I got back around ten this morning in bright sunshine. The weather apps on my phone both told me the temperature was no more than 23˚and that it was cloudy. The problem with the 'local' weather readings is that the data is derived mainly from the weather station at Capel Curig, which is at some altitude and attracts the mountain weather to boot. Maybe we should push for a genuinely local to Bethesda weather station, as the predictions of the apps are generally way out of kilter with our actual reality. Still, tonight, a cooler breeze has gotten up, the temperature has dropped close...

Pictured, lunchtime today at Gwesty Tŷ Newydd, Aberdaron, out on the sun-deck in the back. It was hotter here today than Corfu, Santorini and Lisbon, and we're not even in the red weather warning zone up here. It is now nearly five o'clock in the afternoon and it is still as hot and bloody humid to boot: it feels more like forty celsius than thirty. I just had a jangle with an old workmate of mine, now also retired, who farms down here in Llŷn; trundling up the field adjacent to our cottage on his old open-top tractor. When asked if it was too hot for him, he commented that 'No, I've got air-conditioning up here...' Tough as old boots... Anyhow it's heading home time tomorrow. I'll be taking the scenic route to catch a few more places before I call it quits and make for Rachub...

Pictured, The Sun at Llanengan as it is these days after its minor refurb to bring it into line with the current Robinson's corporate image a while back. However, mercifully, the pub itself has not been messed around with, and retains pretty much the same interior and old-school atmosphere that it always did from the very first days of our own patronage, some forty-four years ago. My parents had come down for a holiday with us and were staying at our then first proper, owned-by-us-home in Gerlan. Dad had just taken delivery of a new car and we headed down Pen Llŷn for a day by the sea. Having stopped at various places down the coast en route, we fetched up at the beach at Porth Ceiriad; always popular with surfers, these days. Much as it has been today, the weather was scorching - it was high summer then, rather than June, though - and by the time we made our way back to the village of Llanengan we were frankly frazzled and in dire need of a drink, so we hied forthwith to The Sun;...