278. April is the kindest month.*

21st April. Although this painting - Nighthawks - of Edward Hopper's dates from 1942, it appears that we were practising social distancing even then:

Nighthawks (1942)

The light in Hopper's work is always interesting - it has a 'stagey' quality..

"House by the railroad" (1925)

One of his quotes: "Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house."

By 1923, Hopper's slow climb finally produced a breakthrough. He re-encountered Josephine Nivison, an artist and former student of Robert Henri, during a summer painting trip in Gloucester, Massachusetts. They were opposites: she was short, open, gregarious, sociable, and liberal, while he was tall, secretive, shy, quiet, introspective, and conservative. They married a year later. She said of him, "Sometimes talking to Eddie is just like dropping a stone in a well, except that it doesn't thump when it hits bottom." I'm not sure he would have thanked her for that.

18th April. A curious event - the Alarde de Fontarrabie - takes place on 8th September each year just over the border at Fontarrabie and it commemorates the lifting of the French siege of the town in 1638. We've still to make the visit!  

The people express their delight in some strange, not to say bizarre, ways to our eyes.. see what you think - it starts below at 0:40.. (I shouldn't pass judgement - we have Morris Dancers!)
Here's how they celebrate it in nearby Irun - advance it to 2:15... and 9:45.. and finally 55:20 for firing several volleys from their guns..

"Tally Ho"

I've been following the progress of Leo Goolden, a young Brit boat builder on YouTube as he rescues "Tally Ho" (right), a classic (1910) wooden gaff cutter yacht (he paid $1 for it), and slowly brings it back to life in a painstaking restoration in the US. 

Leo's a gifted craftsman with a work ethic to match and he accepts no compromise with his from-the-keel-up restoration. There seems to be nothing that defeats him or that he can't manage. I've been watching this series for well over a couple of years and I find it fascinating and enthralling in equal measure. 

Each of his videos is generally about 15-20 minutes long and and if you just watch one episode each day, you'll soon catch up. He's based at Sequim, Washington State and there's a link to his first YouTube video in the left hand column here under the heading "Useful Links" - the link is called "Rebuilding Tally Ho". I think you'll find it addictive. Don't be tempted to skip ahead!

14th April. Sir Stirling Moss passed away on 12th April at the grand old age of 90.

Moss at the Karussell,
Nurburgring

It was often said of Stirling Moss that he was the greatest racing driver never to have won the Formula One World Championship. I once bumped into him in the paddock at Oulton Park and he graciously signed his autograph on the only piece of writing material I had on me - a Swan Vestas match box. For me and I suspect for many others, he would be squeezed into second place in the pantheon of all-time great racing drivers behind the legendary Argentinian Juan Manuel Fangio - but only by the smallest of margins. They both had that matchless ability to drive a car to its absolute limits while at the same time treating their fellow competitors with courtesy and respect. Driving others off the track, ramming them or carrying out other underhand tactics didn't feature in their driving styles. (No need to name names - we all know who we're talking about)

Stirling Moss and Denis Jenkinson en route to winning the 1955 Mille Miglia 

Moss and Jenkinson set the all-time record for the Mille Miglia (yes, 1000 miles!) by winning it at an average speed of 99mph. It must be borne in mind that the event was staged on public roads that weren't closed. Moss said later that they were hitting speeds of 170-180mph (275-290km/h) in places. They finished 32 minutes ahead of a highly creditable performance by Fangio in second place, who drove unaccompanied.

Here's a wonderfully atmospheric Shell documentary film of the 1955 Belgian Grand Prix at the magnificent Spa Francorchamps circuit. It was from an age when public roads were often converted into temporary circuits with the addition of a few straw bales. The film covers the relaxed Saturday practice and then the Grand Prix itself (all 324 miles of it) on the Sunday in which Fangio, Moss and Kling were to drive the superlative Mercedes Benz W196 with its fuel-injected straight eight engine.
There's a refreshing absence of the commercialisation, marketing and media hype that regrettably infests the sport today. Spectators spectated - they didn't attire themselves in clone outfits from their preferred team. The drivers didn't sit in their cars in the pits during practice watching computer diagnostics or live TV coverage and there were no leggy umbrella girls on the grid. No team radios or telemetry from the cars to the pit wall either. The only driver aids back then were the steering wheel and the accelerator, clutch and brake pedals. No DRS or unnecessarily complex hybrid-engined cars..

Moss winning in characteristic style at Monaco in 1961 

Races were won and lost where they should be - out on the track - not in the pit lane - unlike today where pit crews can routinely change all four tyres in less than 3 seconds - a laudable achievement - but is it racing? The teams didn't have ultra-lavish motor homes provided by sponsors - instead they were lodged in local garages - with the locals being treated to the sight and sound of thoroughbred racing cars being driven on public roads to and from the circuit. Drivers raced wearing polo shirts or, in Fangio's case - a T-shirt. And not one baseball cap to be seen! No carbon fibre wings to be broken in the rough and tumble of the first corner.. just aluminium bodywork that responded to the mechanic's hammer. Today's racing is faster - that's for sure - but is it any better?

Some time after Moss's career ending accident at Goodwood in 1962, he was asked what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He said, "I have no qualifications to do anything. As a teenager, before I started racing seriously, I’d done a couple of things in the hotel trade – night porter, working in the kitchens – but if you know nothing about anything, there are only two jobs available to you: estate agent or Member of Parliament."

Rather than read my inadequate efforts to describe his life and his exploits, what could be better than to listen to the great man himself - here's Stirling Moss talking about two of the greatest races he took part in - the 1955 Mille Miglia and the 1961 Monaco GP: Podcast 1 & Podcast 2. More tributes from the world of racing here and here..

Stirling Moss 1929 - 2020

Stirling - thank you for the way you always conducted yourself - with such inimitable style, grace and courage. RIP Stirling.

Now that the 100% electric Tram'bus is in service on the Côte Basque, it's time to have a look back at the earliest tramways that connected Bayonne with Biarritz. The first steam trams looked like they'd been assembled by someone in the dark - without the benefit of the instructions.. but, despite that - or perhaps because of it - they have an enormous charm all of their own.

(Thanks to Guy Lalanne, president of the Jakintza association, for this video)
13th April. Last night we watched Andrea Bocelli's solo performance from the Duomo, Milan, representing a message of love, healing and hope to Italy and the world via live coverage courtesy of YouTube. He sang Panis Angelicus (from “Messe Solennelle” Op. 12, FWV 61) César Franck; Ave Maria, CG 89a (arr. from Johann Sebastian Bach, “Prelude” no. 1, BWV 846) Charles-François Gounod; Sancta Maria (arr. from “Cavalleria Rusticana”, Intermezzo) Pietro Mascagni; Domine Deus (from “Petite Messe Solennelle”) Gioachino Antonio Rossini befoe finishing with Amazing Grace (John Newton). Programme here:

11th April. I took a couple of photos this morning during my hour-long walk with the pooch around Bayonne - looking south across the Adour to its confluence with the Nive.

The confluence of the Adour and the Nive at Bayonne

Once back home, I stitched the two photos together to form the composite image (above) with the help of a little-known Microsoft program - Image Composite Editor - which was simplicity itself to use. It's available in 32 or 64 bit versions - and did I mention it was free? Try it!

By the way, the old barge in the photo above is the Djébelle (right).. and it offers unique chambre d'hôte accommodation with, as they say, a view to die for.

Day 26 - the Lock-Down continues..

Here's a charming video of an off-season visit to Biarritz..

10th April. The Coronavirus pandemic is shaking our global society to its roots with untold thousands having been infected by the virus and thousands of those dying from it. This unseen killer affects so many human activities that we, up until now, have taken for granted - for example, we need to think hard about going outside into social situations that, prior to the outbreak, we wouldn't have thought twice about. I've been reading accounts of those unfortunates who have found themselves "intubated"* in Intensive Care Units where a simple involuntary action such as a cough can inhibit the fundamental ability to breathe - and that alone is enough to induce immediate panic in the patient..

* is there an uglier word in the English language than this? 

Who would have thought just a few short months ago that the world as we know it was about to be stood on its head? The number of deaths in the World Trade Centre tragedy was appalling - but now each evening, we're being told the latest death toll - the cumulative figures are truly frightening.

There is some truth in this quote: "A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic." (attributed to Josef Stalin) but, make no mistake, every death from Coronavirus is mourned by family, relatives and friends and the situation for them is made worse by the fact that the patients can't be visited either before and after death. To make matters worse, the funerals are dealt with expeditiously and without ceremony.

One of the lessons that may be learned after the pandemic is over is that we can no longer treat the world as a global village. The availability of mass air travel is certainly a key factor in facilitating the spread of infectious diseases, often resulting from insanitary food practices. I hesitate to point a finger at China - but until the pandemic, I had no idea what a "wet market" was. If you wish to find out more, take a look at YouTube if you must. Be warned - I'll say no more. 

This next piece is from Melanie Phillips and it addresses the uncomfortable truths about the West's relationship with China:

The coronavirus pandemic is the direct outcome of appalling behaviour by the Chinese communist regime. Yesterday, the Commons foreign affairs committee reported that the fight against the virus has been hampered by China’s lies. The committee’s chairman, Tom Tugendhat, said China had “manipulated vital information about the virus in order to protect the regime’s image”.
Despite all this, it has been posing as a humanitarian superpower by sending medical supplies to desperate countries. Britain is accordingly importing from China ventilators and virus test kits. But will they work? Numerous countries have complained that the Chinese equipment is defective.
Before this crisis the government subscribed to the view that any threat China posed to the West was containable. Through doing business with it, the West might turn it into a regular player on the international stage.
If that was ever true, it certainly stopped after the accession of Xi Jinping as general secretary of the Chinese communist party and the country’s president.
For Xi’s aim is to make China the leading power in the world, and all its dealings are merely a means to that end. As Tugendhat says: “China is determined to create a new world order with itself at the top.”
So why has the West turned a blind eye to all this? According to Tugendhat, British and western attention was elsewhere: with the EU, or fighting Islamists in Afghanistan. Its eyes were off that particular ball.
And so it allowed its economies to become dependent on China.
Will the government emerge from this crisis determined that Britain should regain self-sufficiency and end its dependency on China? Or will it, deeming the scale of the challenge too enormous, take the lethal path of least resistance and short-term benefits just as before?
No one can yet say how this crisis will change Britain. But towards China, any pretence is now over.

Throughout all of this, it must always be borne in mind that while Western politics operate in multiples of 5 years (the length of most democratically-elected governments), the Chinese take a longer view - decades and multiples thereof.

Our thoughts go out to those who have lost a loved one due to this pandemic.

7th April. Are there any more worrying words to a wife than her husband wandering into the garden saying "I think I might do a bit of strimming.."?

5th April. Here's the Coleman Hawkins Quintet (with Oscar Peterson on piano) - for when the fire's burning low:

3rd April. One positive to emerge from the Coronavirus pandemic is that bull fights must surely be cancelled in Spain (and here in SW and S of France). Viva los toros!

Sad to hear of Bill Withers passing today. He left some great songs behind to remember him by, including, among others, this one (featured before here) and this. RIP Bill..

1st April. A Basque friend has often mentioned the "abandoned village" of Aritzakun, here between  Bidarray (Pays Basque) and Elizondo (Navarre) in the beautiful Baztan valley and I've always been curious about it. Looking at the map, it's just 1½ km due south of the Col des Veaux, one of the places where escaping Allied airmen used to cross into Francoist Spain in WWII, led by their Basque guides (Comet Line). I really must go up there once this confinement has been lifted. Meanwhile, here's a video that shows how once a year, those born in the now-deserted village return to celebrate their roots - very important here. It was abandoned in the 1980s..

* April gets you out of your head and out working in the garden.

Marty Rubin