Post Production

It has been a bright but very windy day. One of the Acers in the garden was blown over (in its pot) and had to be moved to a more sheltered spot until the wind dies down.

Urban-cub took Ellie across to stay with Pistol Pete for a few days then came back to make the most of the sunny weather and crashed out in the garden (in the aforementioned sheltered spot). The Silver Vixen returned to her sewing machine. She is working on the last couple of masks now. These two are spares for when ours are in the wash.

The Gorse Fox retired to the study and completed his project with the backups. We now have an analysis of the volatility and value of the various file clusters, and a cascading schedule of backups that is appropriate to each cluster. In extreme cases, the data cascades hourly to Time Machine, daily to level 1 (which is mirrored) and the Cloud, weekly to level 2, and monthly to level 3.

The Gorse Fox then settled down to a few hours of video editing. The focus of this exercise was old cone-film that had been digitised and recorded snippets of life at our home in Cockfosters in the 1960s and some clips of holidays down in West Wittering with the Gorse Fox's cousins. The first cut of this is complete but hasn't yet been screened so may need a little further manipulation.

The Gorse Fox then got side-tracked by another set of clips. These too had been digitised versions of old cine films. These stretched back into the 1950s and included his grandparents on holiday with their friends in Italy, some weddings (including that of the Gorse Fox's parents), and some further clips from Sunday morning cocktail parties, and holidays in Kent and in Canada. The film quality is dreadful, and the camera work was enough to make you sea-sick, at times. To be fair, though, people in those days didn't realise the limitations of the equipment nor the concept of steady and slow camera movement.

Cousteau-cub and the Coventry Hobbit turned up late in the afternoon. Again, they had been out for a long walk and stopped by on their way back. We sat at socially responsible distances in the garden until it got a bit chilly when we moved into the Orangery and scattered ourselves around the periphery.