Spa Tek

The Gods are not helping

Recently our server web sites have been attacked by viruses, today it could be that the server company has gone bust. I don't know, they are failing to answer the phone, and I'm in the dark, as are my sites.

It is easy to get paranoic about such matters. I drive a car carefully, and do the same on my bicycle, because whenever I decide to take a risk, jump a junction or whatever, then something gets in the way. So far I've avoided danger by not putting myself in the way. The same principle seems to apply to the pleasure/pain divide. I'm often concerned when I get money, because that's the time that bills, for just a little more than I have in the bank account, arrive.

Yesterday was a good day. I cycled to the Suffolk Show, the largest agricultural fair we have in this county. I spent time with the Suffolk Punch horses; wonderful heavy horses that hold special memories for me. A Suffolk Punch was the first horse that I rode; aged about six, I climbed up the five-barred gate of our field and coaxed one of the huge dray horses we over-wintered for the local brewery close enough for me to climb aboard. The horse, gentle old dobbin that he was, slowly walked away from the gate. That raised a problem that I'd not considered; how to get off. It was a long way from the ground for a little lad. Fortunately the horse had more sense than me, as it took me around the field, then went back to the gate, allowing me to scramble off to safety.

The relationship that can be built between man and animals is far more satisfying than that of man and computers.

posted by Suffolk Notes @ 8:16 am