PHONE - FRUSTRATIONS !

GALAXY POCKET NEO

Last week I treated myself to a birthday present, a Samsung Galaxy Pocket Neo - A Smartphone. Within in a few hours I was wondering why.
The instructions were far from clear, well not for old idiots like me, I was slightly confused to say the least. Mrs H says that I was swearing left,right and centre. I down loaded the manual read it and still there was no real clarity. So I called the help line and the person that I spoke to suggested that I had inserted the wrong Sim card into the phone. I told her that it was not possible because the Nokia Sim (from my old phone) was three times the size of the Samsung one. I went to bed, awoke at 2.30a.m and made my way into the kitchen where I opened the phone and this time I quite quickly and easily created the locking pin code. I returned to bed and slept soundly for six hours. 

On awakening and returning to the phone task I found that there was a whole range of questions that needed answering before I could actually and properly access the phone - gulp! To cut a long story short I engaged the help of a friends son who did a magnificent job.
What I have discovered throughout all of this mild techie stuff, is that every company uses different terms : thus on my WiFi what they call a security code is known as a Password to Samsung. So yes, this did make me swear an awful lot....!

I have now managed to send a few texts and have made some calls and am now looking forward in doing much more however, I do realise that just as my first two or three computers were PCs before graduating to AppleMacs and that eventually I shall move over to an i-Phone, whose technology will be easier to understand.

Simple pleasures

Several metres on the other side of the copse (Where Heron nests) our road makes a tee junction with an only slightly wider mainish road. Here we turn right and walk to a modern concrete and steel river bridge (the old stone one was washed away twenty years ago in a storm). Here we have a short break to lean on the safety rails and observe the activities going on by the river. About twenty-five metres up river from the bridge there is a cut-away watering place in the bank with wooden posts and rails for the cattle to drink. The water here is deeper than it is under the bridge, because about ten metres downstream from the cut away is a weir made of large boulders which limits the amount of water let off to flow sea wards.

A few mornings ago I saw fish jumping to catch insects, some were only coming to the surface to make ripples on the surface. After a while I saw hundreds of small circles moving closer to the weir the migration of the pinkies or tiddlers was taking place.

So putting my gaze on to the weir I saw that the small fish were travelling sideways, in a gushing flow that streamed over the rocks to the turbulence on the lower side. In my mind I tried to visualise what this must be like for the poor fish, very frightening I imagine and I wondered if they all survived.

This morning, the water levels were much lower and out from the rails of the cut-away a small smooth boulder now protruded from the water, where once I saw several fish jump. No jumping fish this morning and hardly any rippled circles to be seen, as I stood gazing down enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back; there came a flash of bright malachite blue ! A Kingfisher had flown under the bridge and was swooping from bank to bank and all to soon was lost to my view as he swiftly flew up river.

It was a wonderful experience and a magnificent sight. I will always treasure the vision of his bright blue back, shiny red beak with his under body glowing orange in the sunlight, the perfect gift on our pre-breakfast walk and a memory that will live on in my mind for years to come.