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13 July 2026

water levels

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:50 am

Slept like a log. Yesterday was a long day preceded by a long night after which I had also slept deeply induced by a 1am finish and plenty of hydrating beer (well…).

It started with me ‘n’ THG packing up campervan Betty and setting off separately home, THG in the Silver Bullet and me in Betty. Betty, unfortunately, got me as far as the edge of the field where I had to stop and open the gate. After that Betty threw a strop and refused to start. We pushed her around the corner out of the way and even bump starting didn’t work.

Heventually I called the AA (11:40) who, being too busy to attend themselves, subbed it to a garage in Boston. The friendly mechanic rocked up at around quarter to one and didn’t take long to diagnose a broken coil. These things happen in 55 year old vans and you can’t really tell in advance it’s going to happen. The mechanic said it would have to be a separate recovery truck to take me home which didn’t arrive (from Horncastle) until twenty five past five. The guy wasn’t due on shift until six so I was lucky he started early. He was never going to get there for 16:25 which is when the AA said he’d arrive.

Home by six fifteen, emptied the van of the bits that needed to go in the fridge and any particular valuables and went straight to meet THG for a jazz gig in the cathedral (Portrait in Evans – Noa Levy, Alan Barnes and the Paul Edis Trio). It being the last gig on the last day of the Lincoln Jazz festival the Chapter House was by no means full but we did enjoy the performance. Afterwards went for a v pleasant pint (of West Coast IPA)  in The Organ Grinder and thence home.

You have to put up with a long delayed recovery process on busy hot summer days and the AA did get us home but their communications left a lot to be desired. There is no easy way to get an update on progress. I had to call the recovery truck people after the eta of 16:25 had come and gone to find out that was never achievable anyway.

Today the temperature has dropped to a far more bearable 23 degrees and we now have to figure out how to go about watering the garden as Anglia Water imposed a hosepipe ban over the weekend. Gonna be lots of walking back and forth with the watering can.

Tharrldofornow. Lotsalurve, Tref.

PS water level in the lake dropped significantly over the weekend whilst we were away.

12 July 2026

hurricane flypast

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:48 am

09:12, Woodhall Spa, Sunday. V late one last night as we were at The Mall pub watching @Michael Brommel and then England v Norway, or was it Norway v England. Anyway it went to extra time, which nobody wanted really, and we got back to the van at around one ish, maybe. Dunno really.

Spitfire just did a couple of passes overhead. Might have been a hurricane. Was a hurricane. Looked at the vid I took. Never ceases to amaze. I’m sat in the shade on the grass verge at the exit to Jubilee Park. Campervan Betty is across the road, stationary. Won’t start. It did start first thing and got me as far as the gate but when I stopped to open said gate it wouldn’t restart. We pushed it out of the way and Jezzer towed it with coops at the wheel to see if they could bump start it but no joy. Gawd knows what’s wrong with it.

Called the AA at 11.41 and they gave me an eta of 12.40. This has now been revised to 13.25 and a car has been dispatched from Wakefield. That’s a 2 hour drive. Whenever I’ve had to call them in the past, and it hasn’t been for a few years now, they’ve been fairly quick to respond.

Van arrived at quarter to one. Turns out the business is called Wakefield and they are in Boston not Wakefield. Needs a new coil. I’m now waiting for a message from the AA telling me what time the recovery truck will arrive.

Recovery truck arriving at 16:20! I’ve locked the van up and gone for some Jubilee Park action. There is croquet, tennis, an open mic session at the bandstand, a rotary club event aaaand a caff. Currently sat in a beautifully shaded glade by the croquet lawn. It’s a very slow moving game innit.

Long story. Truck arrived at around 17:25. Made it home for about 18:15, unpacked a bit of stuff and then headed out to meet THG at the cathedral for the Bill Evans gig.

11 July 2026

Jubilee Park

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:47 am

09:30, Jubilee Park, Woodhall Spa. The teppanyaki grill has come into its own this trip. Last night it did the steak and this morning it has already cooked my bacon and is now serving up toast. Toast cooked in the great outdoors seems to taste better.

10 July 2026

Oh My Darlin Clementine

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:46 am

8am, Friday 10th July 2026. Someone else has stirred. I’ve been sat in the shade of the campervan poptop having already showered (etc). I’m using my phone hotspot as the Jubilee Park wifi service is totally 54!73. Didn’t have a bad night’s kip, assisted by Coops’ spicy rum that we finished the evening off with. The first cup of tea is in preparation and should arrive soon.

10:50. THG is on her way. It is getting hot but there is a nice breeze blowing through the campsite and sitting, as I am, in the shade it is quite pleasant. Don’t want to be too active though. I’ve already washed the breakfast dishes. Did take a while to get the teppanyaki grill going. Turned out the extension cable was a bit dodgy. Fortunately the teppanyaki bag already had one in that I didn’t know I had and that saved the day.

14:50. Out of the pool showered and now relaxing whilst the others return in dribs and drabs. Pool was understandably packed considering the weather and the water quite lukewarm. Still it did a job. Whilst we were in there a Dakota, Spitfire and Hurricane from the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight flew past. A rehearsal for tomorrow probs. The Lanc is undergoing major maintenance and is not currently flying.

Today I’ve been singing Oh My Darlin Clementine a lot in my head. Somewhat annoying but livable with. It’s because the code for the door of the toilet block contains the number 49 and Clementine’s dad was miner 49er.

9 July 2026

Five fifteenish. Conservatory doors open

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:44 am

Five fifteenish. Conservatory doors open. Lovely and fresh out there but that is deceptive. Computer says it will hit thirty three today which in reality means hotter. Yesterday as I was walking from the nice air conditioned gym across the carpark to the Silver Bullet I sweated more than when I was working out. The car didn’t really have enough time to cool down before I got home. Gonna be the same today except I’ll be in campervan Betty at Woodhall Spa. Betty’s idea of air conditioning is to open the window.

I’ll be the advanced party. THG follows tomorrow. 40s weekend at the Woodhall Country Park. It isn’t the Woodhall Spa 40s weekend of old. That got cancelled because it grew so big they couldn’t afford the cost of traffic management. It was a free event. This weekend is a lot smaller, private job, that charges entry. Not much mind you. I have my outfit sorted. My biggest concern is that my shirt is long sleeved. Will have to see how it goes. She’ll be rite.

Took the tea up at six thirty, the appointed hour. In the bedroom the wireless set had already been switched on and was belting out the Home Service. Belting out doesn’t really describe the sedate and serious nature of the news but those words have been committed to the page and it is too late to change. Did it for effect. Now, at 08:45, THG has gone swimming and I am cooking some bacon. The toast has already popped up. Breakfast on the deck methinks. Today there is no rush. I have the whole day to get packed and nip out to buy the odd thing left until the last minute: bread, bacon, bbq protein, ingredient X etc. No idea what ingredient X is. It’ll be one of those impulse buys.

A butterfly visited a number of meadow flowers in vain. The tall yellow daisies (or whatever they are called) are now in seed. It could have dropped down to the blue cornflowers but maybe blue wasn’t its thing. Plenty of insect action in the garden anyway.

Not a cloud in the sky. Mornings and evenings are the best time of day when it is really hot innit. Shame we still haven’t got the hammock. Would have been perfect with an overhead awning. Outstretched arm waiting for the occasional chilled drink to be delivered. By who I have no idea. These things just happen. Don’t they?

Yesterday afternoon I added to my 2026 membership at Notts CCC with the purchase of the same for 2027. The ashes beckon. I only really do it for the test matches although I have had the occasional day out at a county game. Life is v busy and when you combine that with trying to find someone to come with me it means there aren’t so many opportunities. Plus the county cricket schedule is somewhat disjointed these days with the various one day competitions on the go. The one change in my Notts membership is that for next year I am in the Seniors category which qualifies for a reduced price. I had previously been a Country member, living as I do, more than 20 miles from the ground. For 2027 the Seniors rate is the same as the Country rate for 2026 and they’ve whopped up the Country membership. Looking online I don’t think they are offering Country membership to new members. Anyway I’m alright jack.

The garden is completely still. Perhaps a very occasional movement of taller flowers. I’ll get it watered in a bit.

Bag packed. Garden watered. Now sweating on the deck with a pint of cold water.

8 July 2026

Hannah is pregnant

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:45 am

Was up and at it in the shed by five past eight. Had an 08:30 meeting. What’s that all about?! Paris innit. Yes, a meeting about Paris. It’s pretty hot in Paris right now. They all go on holiday at the end of the month, for the month. I told them I was doing likewise. We bonded 🙂 I think. They did say that the area around Limoges would be v hot in August where we are going. I guess we will use the pool a lot. Checked with gemini and it shouldn’t be too bad. 24 – 26 degrees. I’d already checked that last year before booking.

Got a few more campervan jobs to do today but tbh I’m going to restrict it to the easy stuff like buying some pink fluid for the portable loo. I tend not to use the loo myself. There is a toilet block nearby and a hedge. Found the battery powered lantern. We won’t really need it but it is there as a backup. Currently being charged. 

I also need to stock up on refreshment for the weekend ahead. I happen to be in Waitrose’s community room this pm for a history group meeting so I can see what’s on the shelves. Saturday night is already spoken for with @Mickey Brommel’s Just For Kicks playing at the Mall pub followed by a football match on the telly. The main issue is keeping it cold.

In other news, life is entering another phase. Our daughter Hannah is pregnant. At least half our pals ready have grandkids. I have split emotions about this. Obvs it is great to think there is a grandkid on the way. I found myself far more emotional about it than I thought I’d be. On the other hand it’s another sign of ageing. I guess I know that anyway so I’m happy to focus on the being a grandfather bit. I’m unlikely to be a grandad. Tadcu is more the thing.

A few butterflies fluttering by. I can see a couple trapped in the greenhouse. The door is open so they will eventually get out once they’ve randomly fluttered in the right direction. A substantiation portion of the flowers in the meadow are turning to seed heads. A fairly short blossom season really. I guess more might be about to emerge. The grapevine is really doing well. I think they are eaters and will for a while be a nice addition to the granola fruit supplement at breakfast time. Unlikely to be before September though which is fine.

Just back from the gym. Sweating buckets just crossing the carpark to the car and then the car takes a while to cool down. Now on the deck where there is positively no breeze but at least there is shade. Was going to look at what needs packing into the van with THG but tbh it’ll wait until the morning.

7 July 2026

energising granola

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 6:06 pm

It’s 06:20 and I’ve been up for nearly an hour sorting out my BA baggage claim. They are complete tossers or at least their system is. It is designed to make it hard for people to claim and doesn’t engender any loyalty. I’ve sent them the same information 3 times now. If they don’t come up with the goods the small claims court beckons. Now off to make the tea.

Oh and the batch processing run I set for overnight still hasn’t finished. Huh!

OMFG it’s another gorgeous morning on the deck. THG’s energising granola with yo to start the day with a chopped nectarine and what must be approaching the end of last year’s blackberry crop. 

My khaki shorts are drying on the line. Uhuh I hear you say. Well they form an integral part of my outfit for the upcoming forties weekend in Woodhall Spa. Whether they are authentic or not doesn’t matter. I’m sure they didn’t used to buy polyester “adventure” shorts from China in those days but had they done so I’m sure they would have been part of the uniform. V comfortable technical gear innit. Perfect for golf and forties weekends in Woodhall Spa.

I’ve started the process of preparing camper van Betty for the trip. Well I’ve put the pop top up. A few loose screws to tighten, a tap to fix, stuff like that. Also got all the camping boxes out so that we can look through them. Won’t need all of it. Basically eating irons and crockery and a pan or two for doing breakfast, although if someone else has already fired up their teppanyaki grill then I’d piggy back on that. We do have our own teppanyaki grill and at Jubilee Park we will have an electric hookup so that is an option. We can also use the gas cooker if necessary. We do have a cool box which is going to be totes necessary this weekend seeing as a heatwave is currently making its way in this direction. All it does is take the temperature down a few degrees below ambient so it won’t be particularly cold but it’ll be better than nothing. Usually on the Sunday we have a communal breakfast but Saturday is typically diy. I have a bonus Thursday night stay this weekend so even better.

6 July 2026

baby robin flitting about

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 9:16 am

Not a particularly early rise this morning. Might have been something to do with Jen & Rob’s cheese and wine afternoon. Another stunner of a day and having had breakfast I am now sat on the deck with a cuppa. Well the cuppa was finished a while back but I’m still sat on the deck. A few admin type jobs such as getting renewal quotes for the campervan insurance.

THG has been watching last night’s football in the kitchen on her iPad. Not particularly bothered meself. Fell asleep on the sofa in the shed watching a not particularly good documentary on the history of the SAS. Makes a change from Canal Boat Diaries. I can fall asleep in front of that and wake up two episodes later having not missed a thing. Same as a good day’s cricket.

The dunnock just came and perched next to me on the deck. Getting used to humans I guess. Saw a baby robin flitting about yesterday. All good stuff. Sbeen a while since I’ve seen the fox though. I could consider putting out a bird feeder next to the lake in front of the deck. This corner of the garden, furthest away from the house, seems to attract a lot of small birds. Quite a few seed heads beginning to develop in the wildflower meadow. I’m hoping it will self seed for next season.

4 July 2026

Betty picked up

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 10:06 am

Another lovely day in prospect. Off to a BBQ this pm. This 2pm. All dayer. One of those barbies where they light up again sometime in the evening to go around again. This morning got to pick up some drinks to take and also picking up campervan Betty from Coops’ garage where it’s been in storage all winter. Off to the 40s Festival in Woodhall Spa next weekend innit and got to get the van ready for it. THG has already gone running.

Otherwise this morning’s activity is to extract information from around 2700 wills and put it all in a spreadsheet.

The wildflower meadow has been a real success this year. Some of the flower heads are already turning into seed, hopefully to self propagate for 2027. Plenty of insects being attracted there. I must do something about the bird feeders. They are pretty manky and need replacing. No bird worth its feathers will want to go anywhere near them.

Betty picked up. Was reminded what a bugger of a gearbox a 55 year old van has. Made it home safely. It’s now in the drive pending some routine maintenance at the start of the week.

All is at peace in the Davies garden.

3 July 2026

Knackering game of golf

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 10:27 am

A simple breakfast this morning. 2 slices of not exactly fresh sourdough toast with a glass of milk. Sourdough makes good toast and this loaf had been in the fridge for knocking on a week. Joe’s mates brought a lot of bread with them when they came for the bbq last week. All that’s left now are crappy pre-sliced burger buns. Doubt they’ll get eaten. In fact as I write THG has chucked em in the food caddy.

Knackering game of golf yesterday. Need to get golf fit which playing more often will do. We’ve moved on, mostly, from Laughterton to Pottergate. I got 3 pars on the front nine but had a terrible back nine. Dropped the car off at home and went to the Lion and Snake as Coops had a 40% discount voucher on mains for the duration of the World Cup. We ordered 3 burgers and a gammon steak. The burgers arrived almost immediately, having no doubt been microwaved, but weren’t very good. My gammon came after everyone else had finished their food. It was edible but perhaps overcooked. Afterwards we went to the Prince of Wales for a beer to finish.

Poor old Ajax was down in the dumps. His bank had invited him to corporate hospitality at Silverstone on Sunday for the British Brand Prix. His wife Sue said he couldn’t go as they are throwing a bbq on Saturday and they would need Sunday to clear up. Gutted is an inadequate description of his feelings. It must be one of the best hospitality gigs you can get. Anyway we are all going to the BBQ and will have a great time I’m sure. Will try not to mention the F1. THG said if it was her she’d have let me go as she does all the clearing up anyway!

This morning I’m on to Llanpumsaint for the will transcribing. I’ve already done Llanllwni, Llanfihangel ar Arth, Llangeler, Llanybydder, Llandysul, Llanwenog, Llanllawddog and Cynwyl Elfed. Nearly finished now. Must have well over 3,000 wills transcribed. The point is I can then give AI the job of determining family relationships across the area. I already think I may have found my 10th great grandfather. Not sure yet. Would have been an impossible job without AI or at least taken years.

Small bird just came for a drink at the lake. Wren maybe. Not totes sure. Had its back to me mostly. It caught some movement when I went for my camera and flew off before I could take a pic. The deck is a great place to sit in the morning at this time of year. All day really. We are in for another heatwave next week. Been mulling over investing in air conditioning for the shed. It would only really be used in anger for a handful of days in the summer. Would have been v handy last week when the temperatures hit 35+ degrees. We ain’t geared for such weather here in the UK.

I have a free morning this morning. Might wander down to tesco as we need more milk and butter. Discovered that the butter I spread on my toast was unsalted. Norrabiggie. Probs do some watering in the greenhouse too. Stuff like that. Important stuff.

1 July 2026

the legitimate discount

Filed under: diary,Fox News — Trefor Davies @ 6:15 am

Pinch and a punch for the first of the month. Blimey we’re in July already. Rained last night. If it stays dry I’m going to give the shed its annual treatment spray. Currently clear blue sky. Figured I’d also get started on the compost bins. Seehowitgoze.

I was up shortly after five, as one does. My eyes are still somewhat blurry but that might have something to do with the conservatory door being open and hay fever. A bit watery. 

This morning THG and I are going for a coffee in the cathedral caff. This is partly because we are now “Friends of Lincoln Cathedral” which not only brings unlimited free entry to the cathedral itself and a floor tour but also a ten percent discount in the caff and the shop. What’s not to like? Tbh it’s just a caff and it can get packed but that’s where THG wants to go who am I to object.

At least the ten percent discount is totally legit. The last time I got a discount I asked the server whether they offered a discount to members of the clergy and the guy promptly knocked ten percent off the bill. I didn’t say I was a member of the clergy. THG was embarrassed but I was highly amused. I’m sure I’ve told you that one before but it is worth repeating.

Then we are off to the Usher Gallery to “do culture”. We used to be semi-regular visitors to the Usher Gallery when the kids were small. It was something to do on a Sunday afternoon. Ditto the Lincolnshire Life museum. Saturday mornings often involved a walk to the castle and a look at the Magna Carta. You have to pay to see that nowadays. After the castle Tom and I would go and visit the Joseph Banks Conservatory but that is unfortunately no longer there. We could easily spend half an hour in there playing hide and seek or just chillin’ amongst the undergrowth. It was like a jungle. I’d let Tom get on his hands and knees and mess around near the pond. There were lots of carp in there. It was a good place to take a newspaper. Not any more. The Dawber Garden is still there. That’s worth a visit. I might pop in to The Collection after the Usher Gallery as THG is “doing” lunch with some of her mates. The caff there is closed apaz. Shame. 

Not often I go downtown. It’s full of shops, and people.

You can ignore the Usher Gallery and caff bit. We are going tomorrow not today. Doh.

Taking tea on the deck this morning. Not only were three of my plants knocked over in the lake but also the fountain was completely underwater. Fortunately yesterday afternoon I moved the Raised Beds cam to the deck and have conclusive proof that it is pesky pigeons doing it. I’ll have to secure the plants a bit better. Effin pigeons. Where is the peregrine falcon when you need it? Fox 03:22.

30 June 2026

A day at home yay

Filed under: diary,Fox News — Trefor Davies @ 8:31 am

A day at home yay. Actually I’m at home all week and all next week, until Thursday at least when we are off to Woodhall Spa for the Forties weekend. I plan to spend some time watering the garden. Very therapeutic, watering the garden. I did half consider going to the NetUK meeting in London and had booked a hotel but cancelled it. A week or two at home will do me good. Get some exercise in.

This Wednesday THG and I are going to the Usher Gallery to see the Lincoln papestry. The drawing of all the buildings in the uphill area that’s been in the making for months. Before that we are going for a coffee somewhere.

Today feels like a Monday even though it is a Tuesday. This is because the weekend was a three dayer at the cricket. THG is off running. Good job it’s cooled down a bit. I’m not sure the club actually ran last week. Certainly not in the evening. If it looks as if we are going to have more days in the mid thirties I’m considering getting some AC installed in the shed. The shed is very well insulated but if you leave the doors open the inside rises to the same level as the outside. A bit obvious I know but the house stays cool in the same circumstances although we do shut the curtains at the back.

Ten past ten and quarter past three. I’ve rotated the camera a little to see if I can catch more of him.

29 June 2026

bird just poo’d on my wrist

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 6:01 pm

Sat on the deck. Bloody bird just poo’d on my wrist. Shook wrist and it dropped off. No harm done. You heard it first.

Got back from Trent Bridge at 5pm ish. Ubered it. Made more sense than a bus into town then waiting for a train. Took a look at my batch of will transcriptions and it is still running two days after setting it going. Seems to have had a few pauses. Someone had dropped the lid on my laptop so don’t know if that was a contributory factor. I was running a python command with caffeinate so should have been ok. No idea how many wills left to process. 750 or so to do in all, just for Llandysul.

Totally out of left field here is an AI generated commentary of the dirgiest and liveliest national anthems at the world cup:

Japan, the United Kingdom, and Saudi Arabia consistently top the list of the most “dirgelike” national anthems frequently heard at the FIFA World Cup.

In the context of international football, a “dirge” refers to an anthem that is exceptionally slow, somber, lacking an upbeat tempo, or sounding more like a funeral march than a pre-match battle cry. While South American anthems favour operatic bravado and European ones often choose militaristic marches, a handful of regular World Cup nations lean into a distinctly mournful or sluggish cadence.

Here is a ranking of the “dirgiest” World Cup anthems, from the absolute slowest funeral paces to the heavy, uninspiring slogs:

1. Japan (“Kimigayo”)
The Vibe: A meditative, hauntingly static, ancient prayer.
Why it’s a dirge: Clocking in as one of the slowest national anthems in the world, “Kimigayo” averages a glacially slow 46 BPM (Beats Per Minute). It lacks a distinct rhythmic drive or a dramatic crescendo, opting instead for a traditional, austere melody that sounds incredibly somber when echoing around a packed football stadium.

2. United Kingdom / England (“God Save the King”)
The Vibe: A heavy, forelock-tugging monarchist plod.
Why it’s a dirge: Even British citizens frequently describe their own anthem as a funeral dirge. Compared to the roaring energy of France’s “La Marseillaise” or Italy’s bouncing “Il Canto degli Italiani”, “God Save the King” is delivered in a plodding 3/4 time signature that feels designed for a solemn state procession rather than psyching up eleven players before kick-off.

3. Saudi Arabia (“As-Salam Al-Malaki”)
The Vibe: Abrupt, solemn, and strictly business.zdzda
Why it’s a dirge: While some Middle Eastern anthems carry sweeping, triumphant strings, Saudi Arabia’s anthem is notoriously brief and structurally rigid. At barely 32 seconds long, it feels less like a song and more like a heavy, brief ceremonial fanfare that cuts off before any athletic energy can actually build up.

4. Austria (“Land der Berge, Land am Strome”)zza
The Vibe: A sluggish, polite choral snooze.
Why it’s a dirge: Featured on the global stage at the 2026 World Cup, Austria’s anthem suffers from a classic Western European ailment: it is slow, remarkably lumbering, and incredibly polite. It completely lacks the aggressive, percussive bite needed to get a crowd moving, often making the players look bored before the whistle blows.

5. Spain (“Marcha Real”)
The Vibe: A stiff, wordless royal march.
Why it’s a dirge: Because it has no official lyrics, the Spanish anthem forces players to stand in a silent, rigid line while a mid-tempo, old-fashioned military march plays out. Without words to shout or a driving bassline to bounce to, the song relies on a stark, rigid brass progression that can feel incredibly dry and dated in a modern sporting arena.

Italy, Brazil, and France are widely considered to have the liveliest, most high-energy national anthems at the FIFA World Cup. In sharp contrast to the slow funeral dirges, these anthems are defined by rapid tempos, driving rhythms, and operatic or militaristic crescendos that actively pump up the players and electrify the stadium crowd.Here is the ranking of the liveliest World Cup anthems, from the most chaotic pre-game parties to the most fierce musical battle cries.

1. Italy (“Il Canto degli Italiani”)
The Vibe: A joyous, hyperactive opera sprint.
Why it’s the liveliest: Italy’s anthem is essentially a high-speed musical party masquerading as a military march. Driven by a bouncing, syncopated rhythm, it sounds less like a solemn state song and more like a celebratory tavern chant. It finishes with a furious, shouting crescendo (“Sì!”) that leaves both the players and the crowd completely breathless and ready for war.

2. Brazil (“Hino Nacional Brasileiro”)
The Vibe: A grand, theatrical carnival overture.
Why it’s the liveliest: Brazil possesses one of the most musically complex and upbeat anthems in the world. It features a sweeping, operatic melody with rapid-fire lyrics and dramatic brass fanfares that feel inherently linked to the rhythm of Brazilian football. When the stadium music cuts out and the crowd continues singing the second verse a cappella, the sheer volume and energy are unmatched.

3. France (“La Marseillaise”)
The Vibe: A fierce, blood-pumping revolutionary march.
Why it’s the liveliest: As the ultimate musical battle cry, “La Marseillaise” is designed purely for intimidation. It is packed with aggressive, minor-to-major key shifts and visceral lyrics about marching into battle. The driving snare drums and roaring brass sections naturally build an intense, spine-tingling wave of adrenaline right before kick-off. [3]

4. Colombia (“Himno Nacional de la República de Colombia”)
The Vibe: A triumphant, epic stadium rock opera.
Why it’s the liveliest: Like many South American anthems, Colombia’s is a multi-part epic. It kicks off immediately with a brilliant, fanfare-heavy trumpet intro that commands attention. The main chorus is incredibly catchy and fast-paced, making it impossible for the stadium full of yellow jerseys not to jump and shout along.

5. Mexico (“Himno Nacional Mexicano”)
The Vibe: A rapid-fire, thunderous military charge.
Why it’s the liveliest: Mexico’s anthem is a relentless, fast-moving wall of sound. It relies on a driving, machine-gun-like snare drum roll and booming brass sections that mimic a cavalry charge. The blistering speed of the lyrics creates an aggressive, high-velocity chant that creates a wall of noise in any stadium.

28 June 2026

absolutely stunning morning

Filed under: diary — Trefor Davies @ 8:11 am

Omg tis an absolutely stunning morning. I’m sat in the sunshine on the deck with a cup of tea enjoying the best of British summer weather. Not too hot, a lovely breeze and the wildflower meadow in full bloom. Brian has caught a fish. What’s not to like.

It was a tired minibus full of cricket fans who made it back to Lincoln last night. It  had been a long, hot day at Trent Bridge, fortunately made easier by the presence of the Taverners’ Bar about two yards away from our seats. The cricket was not the most exciting. Although we did see New Zealand lose three early wickets in their second innings they recovered to very much end the second day in the driving seat. Some England (and Wales) batters need to step up to the plate and do what they are capable of. Off there again today with an overnight stay planned at the Hilton and the prospect of play on day 5 currently very much on the cards.

27 June 2026

vocal jenny

Filed under: diary,Fox News — Trefor Davies @ 8:31 am

Jenny wren being quite vocal in the beech hedge at five thirty this morning. Clear skies forecast until noon but lots of cloud up there. It’s the same forecast for Trent Bridge, more or less, but whilst it is nice to have a bit of shade (it’s going to be another scorcher today though, at 31 degrees not as hot as yesterday’s 35+) we don’t want the ball to start swinging at Trent Bridge.

Schedule for this morning is bacon rolls at eight thirty and taxi/minibus picking us up at nine to head east for Trent Bridge. Looking forward to a great day at the cricket. Great three days actually. Fingers crossed 🙂 

Very successful christening of the new table last night. We had a full house and a bit of a bbq. Joe had invited his Lincoln mates around so the rest of us, inc guest cricket visitor @Andy Rawnsley sat around the table for the first shift and moved to the deck so that Joe’s pals could take over for the second.

Meanwhile made a tweak to my transcriber code and this morning it is like lightning. Ran through Llanllawddog in seconds. Rewind. It downloaded the images in seconds. Transcribing is a lengthy job.

Foxspotted 01:46 and 2:07, raised beds.

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