Monday, 23 February 2015

An inside story

There's been a lot of talk recently about 3 parent children. Using a slightly more complicated version of In Vitro Fertilisation (IVF) the nucleus is removed from a donor's egg and replaced by the nucleus from one of the mother's eggs before, or sometimes after, it's fertilised by the father's sperm. So, the resulting child is said to have three parents.

Now why would anyone go to this much trouble? 

Well the answer lies in the fact that we aren't the only inhabitants of our bodies. For a start, the surfaces of our bodies, which imagining us as the topological equivalent of an American doughnut - the sort with a hole - includes the gastrointestinal tract, plays host to about 3kg of other micro-organisms. Collectively known as our microbiome, these play an important role in digesting our food and protecting our body from invasion. Because they're mostly very small they actually outnumber the cells of our own body by a factor of about 10 to 1.

But, important as these fellow travellers are they're not the ones we're concerned about here. The ones that matter in this story actually live inside nearly every cell in our bodies. These are the mitochondria. The little factories that use the energy in sugars to recharge the body's internal energy currency of Adenosine triphosphate (ATP). Without them we'd literally be going nowhere.




Now the strange thing is that mitochondria, without which we'd literally be going nowhere, are not actually part of us. At some point in the distant past it is thought that one cell engulfed another and the arrangement proved so useful, for both parties, that it has persisted until this day. A classic example of symbiosis or, in this case, endosymbiosis; where the endo bit simply means "inside".

You'll no doubt be familiar with sexual reproduction, well mitochondria don't do that. They simply produce clones of themselves inside our cells and never indulge in all that mixing up the genes business. Of course they don't always do this cloning properly and so, over time, the mitochondrial DNA slowly changes. But, as long as the mitochondria still work well enough to keep their host cells alive that'll do. 

However, not quite all of our cells contain their own mitochondria. Some, like mature red blood cells, don't need their own internal energy supply and some, like sperm cells, are just too small. This means that all the mitochondria we inherit come from our mother's eggs. This means that I share my mitochondria with my mother, my maternal grandmother, my mother's brothers and sisters, her sisters children, her sisters daughter's children but not my own sons. 

Back to the beginning. The reason for producing so called three parent babies is because of problems with the mother's mitochondria. Put the mother's unique genetic material into a donor's egg then the child will get the donor's healthy mitochondria and not the mother's sick ones. Just as I share my mitochondria, or their clones, with numerous other relatives the child will now share his or hers with numerous other people who may or may not be otherwise closely related. i.e. using a donor egg from the father's sister would mean that the child shared its mitochondrial DNA with its father. From the mitochondrion's perspective we're simply a broad landscape of potential habitats.

When we had a dog I could never bring myself to talk about being its owner. I accepted responsibility for looking after it but never thought of her as a possession. Likewise I'm grateful for my mitochondria but, given the number of people I share them with, I clearly don't own them. They're our mitochondria not mine and we are their people.

n.b. This simple fact, that we only inherit mitochondria down the maternal line and that they don't reproduce sexually means that if you compare two people's mitochondrial DNA you can deduce how closely related they must be. The longer ago they had a common ancestor the more the mitochondrial DNA will have changed. This has been used to plot the movements of people around the globe and points to the existence of a primordial Eve, the mother of us all.



Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Route 1

Running up the east coast of the country is the grandly titled Route 1 of the National Cycle Network (NCN) Of course, the number 1 doesn't mean it's the most important bit of the network merely that the numbering scheme follows that of the roads radiating out from London but we like to pretend it does. For those in the UK that haven't been paying attention, and for those from elsewhere who can't be expected to have noticed, the NCN was set up by the charity Sustrans with routes that run along quiet roads or separated tracks. Increasingly well used by both cyclists and pedestrians, the NCN makes it a lot easier for people to leave their cars behind and get around under their own steam. However, the route up to Scarborough from the south needs to be realigned to take it away from some frankly dangerous roads and closer to the coast with it's spectacular views. Yesterday I popped out to take a few photographs along the proposed new route.

Ridiculously narrow chicane at Osgodby
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Heading out of Scarborough to the south the proposed route uses a section of the old main road up the coast that was closed to traffic when it began to look like it was in danger of slipping into the sea. The barrier at the north end has a ridiculously narrow chicane, one that couldn't possibly be got through by most bike trailers.

Spot the missing dropped kerb
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At the southern end of the road closure whilst there's a drop kerb on the northern side of the chicane on the other there simply isn't. 

From this point on the proposed route follows paths and quiet stretches of road that run alongside the main road up the coast. Eventually, however, the quiet alternatives run out and there's no choice but to rejoin the main road.

Path through the hedge to join footway along main road.
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View along main road where path emerges
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The footway along this stretch is not as wide as we might like it to be but, see later, the underlying path is actually wider that it looks. The alternative to this 500m stretch involves a 1.8km trip up the hill to the Blue Dolphin caravan park and then back down again. 

Hill up towards Blue Dolphin
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But, once you've come back down the hill again there really is no choice but to rejoin the route of the main road.

Rejoining the footway at the roundabout near Gristhorpe
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Footway alongside main road
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There is clearly room to make the footway alongside the main road wider and still leave a barrier to passing traffic but even though  hadn't brought my spade with me to scrape back the overgrowing vegetation to see how wide the path really is, a bit later on some edging slabs were revealed and it was possible to measure it as 1.5m

Path edges revealed, bike for scale
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As the proposed route approaches Filey it's possible to stay on the footway as it passes behind bushes next to the roundabout. Without bringing a spade it isn't possible to tell how wide this path really is.

Looking back at the footway as it by bypasses the roundabout.
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The road to Filey is not as busy as the main coast road but I think it would be best if the route stayed on the footway at least until the road has a 40mph limit.

Looking up the Filey road towards the 40mph limit
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First obvious place to rejoin the road
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Looking back from the same spot.
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Finding myself close to Filey I couldn't help but drop in and have a ride along the sea front and gaze out at the vast beauty of Filey Bay as it sweeps towards the high limestone cliffs at Bempton. If you ever want to feel like you've gone back in time to the 1950's then Filey's the place. Too small to attract the major retailers, who either land in Scarborough or Bridlington, it still retains the mix of small shops that was once typical.

After that I went to visit friends in the nearby village of Hunmanby, before heading back along the existing Route 1 which runs out of Hunmanby and up the long drag of the road to the top of Folkton Brow where it then rapidly descends the escarpment. The long drag is relatively straight, narrow and fast and more than once I was passed very closely (< 1m) by cars travelling at speed in the face of oncoming traffic. If there were ever a reason Route 1 needs to take another route this is it.