Ian Hislop - Chief editor of the Private Eye magazine is being applauded for bringing a touch of 'truth' to the subject of the idiot who would be king of the world. Hislop might even earn a room in my Gormenghast Castle for his service in humour to the nation. I used to have Andrew's copies of Private Eye, but I haven't seen a copy for a couple of months. I think he is taking 'Bylines' at the moment, I'm juggling with thoughts of the News Statesman' ' but it is pretty pricey. Also the Marsh family have brought out a song as well.
Sunday, January 12, 2025
12th January 2025
Friday, January 10, 2025
10th January 2025
The cold continues, my daughter bravely faces her train journey each day in the face of delayed trains and missing train drivers. But the tree ents have not fallen dead on the tracks of late so that is one blessing.
In one of the articles I put on recently, George Orwell was mentioned as some sort of instigator for the far right in America. Well I never knew his outspokenness in a particular time of history would reach down to the American way of life, or that he would be read there even.
Well perhaps people should read or listen to Rebecca Solnit's - Orwell Roses and learn a little more about the man. I find Solnit a very good writer, though a little sweary on F/b when it comes to the two protagonists ready to take over the world. I find this rather funny, am I frightened? No is the answer.
But to get back to Orwell, he was a man of principle............... 2+2=4 principle and as Laura Beers in her book Orwell's Ghosts, here I am quoting,
his core belief was not in free speech, but true speech. That is not the freedom to insist that “two plus two equals five” – no matter how many followers you have. And this subtle but profound difference jars against a more fundamentalist American conception of a sacred right to free speech, consecrated in the first amendment.
Back to that old word 'truth' and how we use it. The truth of the matter is? we have lost our way of thinking. I am always going to believe in the world of science and that we are in the process of climate change and that we should do something about it. But I am not going to read every for and against argument that litters the way. I can see it happening in other parts of the world, the climate is definitely getting worse, it is up to us humans to protect the Earth, not just for ourselves but for every creature that occupies this land we all live upon. If I see another poor stranded polar bear on an iceberg or a grief stricken Orca carrying her dead calf on her back I shall litter my blog with the awfulness of what other people and animals go through. But I don't.
"I still think the revolution is to make the world safe for poetry, meandering, for the frail and vulnerable, the rare and obscure, the impractical and local and small." ~ Rebecca Solnit
Thursday, January 9, 2025
9th January 2025
Wandering Turnip on the latest on the sink hole. Freezing cold of course, now it is dangerous to take the lanes to the top road. Which also has been closed overnight. The woodlands though are still pretty. I'm not allowed out of the house!
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
8th January 2024
Keeping up with our news. Well no meal the other day, though the snow is not deep in the valley, the roads are icy and everyone is still getting into trouble taking the small lanes up to the moors because of the snow and ice. The culvert still remains to be finished, everyone is bellyaching about the fact that the new pipe has to come from Germany when there is a firm that makes pipes right next door to the 'hole in the road'. But really it is all just a brief interlude into the state of the roads in Britain.
I have not much to say, it is cold and I have had one of my 'sort of headaches' which leaves me tired and worn out and my birthday is tomorrow. Also which is so annoying I have turned into anonymous whenever I try to leave a comment and on some blogs am refused completely. But hey-ho.
The following two links are good on the present situation, I have decided to fit Professor Tim Wilson in one of my Gormenghast Castle's empty rooms for sensible talking on the state of the land. He describes Musk the man without qualities well. I am not sure why we should fear such men as Trump and Musk, they are single minds in the hive, there are plenty of other bees working away for a better world;)
America maybe does not understand Britain, especially our humour or sense of irony. The tongue can destroy just as easily as the gun, we shall see.
And what was the happy moment yesterday? It was a small robin outside the window eating the food I had left out. It is normally the crows I see but this little creature must have been after the tiny crumbs.
Why the American Right Loathes Modern Britain
Elon Musk, the man without qualities, the man without restraint
Monday, January 6, 2025
6th January 2025 - Garn Wynda note
When in Wales in the summer wander along the lanes and smell the honeysuckle, it grows wild in the countryside. Yes I am on one of my yearning missions but in the process collecting more information about a particular cromlech. This one remained long in my memory, the sheer joy of just wandering along a green lane, and also a path to a redundant school 19th century where once children followed the same path to school. And no car has ever reached this school, I wish I could find a photo, it is called Hennen school in Garn Wynda. I came across something Rhiannon (Modern Antiquarian) had written about the name Gwyndaf which was the saint the church was named after and also the prehistoric burial cromlech seen here in an early blog - Going Back in Time.
Adding the Welsh Saint who gave his name to the local church and Neolithic burial chamber. Rhiannon had quoted from Baring Gould, but on looking the saint up in Breverton's book of Welsh Saints
Saint Gwyndaf Hen born in the 6th century, his tale is not very auspicious but still. When travelling back from Fishguard one day on horseback after an argument with St. Aidan, he had to cross his boundary stream. A fish suddenly leapt out of the water frightening his horse and Gwyndaf fell and broke his leg.
He cursed the stream so that no fish would ever swim in it again but it still springs from the holy well near the church.
talking of stories made up by the saints, and note some of these Welsh names used for the burial chambers can be different for instance Breverton calls it Carn Wynda or Carreg Samson
Carn = a pile of stones
Garn = a prominence
Llan = means land. The land round a church for instance.
Carreg = stone
Garn Wynda |
Ysgol Henner 1910 - 1915 / Henner School 1910 - 1915 | Ysgol Henner School, Goodwick / Wdig, Llanwnda | Fishguard and Goodwick local history
Friday, January 3, 2025
3rd january 2024
Friday: It is Andrew's birthday today. It is my birthday next Wednesday so we will go out to my favourite restaurant, 'Staff of Life' on this coming Sunday, there will be six of us.
Capricorns have a somewhat negative write-up as far as their star (the goat) is concerned. Coupled with the fact it is soon after Xmas and everyone is broke to buy a second lot of presents. Our birthdays happen in the midst of winter, the light is beginning to return but snow, ice and rain make it miserable outside.
I am still researching cameras, I seem to have settled on a DSLR - digital single-lens reflex though that means little to me, and it is a toss up between a Canon EOS 2000D or the 4000, it is so complicated and confusing.
Returning to taking photos or even my wobbly videos is still of interest to me, though I have a great backlog of photos to wander through my life.
Now for some music, I used to love the sound of the organ (played well) in the church but voices are equally pleasing, so for an uplifting experience and a reminder you can always find something happy through the day to listen to.
The voices blended so beautifully, it reminds me of those years at the convent, there is also this Veni,Veni Emmanuel. One cold December filing down to the icy church to practise again and again the above carol. I got my middle 'catholic' name at this time, though it was lost on a non committed religious me. Though by the law of the church I was supposedly excommunicated because my first marriage was in a C of E church, does that still apply I wonder or was it the vicar at the time making the rules up.
The above photo of my confirmation, my then, who I thought of as my brother, besides me to join in the day. As I look at the photo I see no DNA linking us. He was the grandson of our Jewish grandfather who brought me up after I had been adopted. Looking at the photo I think it was my biological mother who must have insisted on my Catholic upbringing.
We were together as children and then harshly parted when a divorce occurred in the family. I also remember it happened around this time, and walking down the stairs at the convent to face my new life with a new stepmother who I disliked intensely. Funny what music brings up;)
Wednesday, January 1, 2025
01/01/25
Top of the morning to you! may the beauty of this world sustain you through this year. And perhaps reflect on this.......
Yes the flood warning went off in the middle of the night, so on the whole fireworks and WW11 sirens kept the night lively. But we are into the New Year, Flood Wardens have stood down, and on the Tod forum, people have renewed their moaning about that large hole in the main road. Cursing the workmen of course, though several people came to their defense and made them hot drinks and snacks.
People make me wonder where their sensibilities have gone. Things take time to repair, to settle, to resolve as a problem, but moaning is a great pastime.
Problems interfere with the placid affairs of our lives, some would argue that it makes life more interesting. Flooding is commonplace in this valley, the meetings of water cause chaos on the road at Callis Bridge but it is a natural phenomena and perhaps those first pioneers who settled at the bottom of a deep narrow valley will be giggling up there somewhere in the clouds.
So I will leave you with the thrill of what a old siren sounds like and try to remember that it is not to do with today but a long time ago war when people fled to the underground when its sound was heard on the air. And down in the corner of this large screen, I can see the fateful words 'heavy rain'.
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
31st December 2024
How have things happened in the last couple of days? Well it has been quiet with all the grown-up grandchildren gone, though Lillie is still here. I wrote about cave paintings the other day and the book I was reading. It sparked a controversial comment, very long and referenced and it seemed to me not troll like at all. But written by someone who was young and the pulse of strong opinion coursed through them. I read the links but at the end of the day deleted the comment, though I have kept a reference for it.
When you get old, strong opinions are watered down and one looks at the world quietly, knowing full well you are not going to be in it for long ;). I notice there is a definite troll going round, commenting with the repeated word 'die', not upsetting, just childish.
I wake up early, at the behest of my cat, who either wants feeding or her water bowl topped up. When we have both settled I turn to my tablet for things to look at. Today Bernie Sanders with a talk about the billionaires taking over the reins of power in America. Musk of course comes to mind, a stupid man who thinks he can strut the world stage and tell everyone what to do. I blanched the other day when he wanted to control Wikipedia in some way. We know that not all fares well in his little world of acquisition. X has lost a lot of contributors. But hey-ho!
I watched a small video on the parlous state of towns in Cornwall, especially Cambourne. The tents for the homeless part of the graveyard territory. Ever since mining and fishing has become almost extinct, the place has closed down. Of course tourism prospers in the pretty villages that edge the sea but it brings its own problems in expensive holiday homes forcing the young out of the county. Apparently lithium has been found, and a mining firm has already opened last October but it will not go far as giving employment to the many.
Lastly I watched a small local video about the abandoned Rodwell Hill Farm that is up on the moors above Todmorden and the several suicides in the barn over the decades. Making a life up on the moors must have been very hard, I can even think I hear Catherine calling out 'Heathcliff, Heathcliff' from those dark grey walls of the farmhouse. Anyway I shall put the link up and no-one has to watch it but it is the part of Todmorden I am not able to reach.
Edit: It is good to go back on old blogs. This one from 2010 records the day, sometimes I wish that like Tasker I could reprint my old blogs. But it seems impossible. Firstly they come out with a background of red when they come forward onto a new page, and should be able to remove the colour the words overlap the sides.
Saturday, December 28, 2024
28th December 2024
"the time Homo sapiens arrived on the scene some 300,000 years ago, we were the ninth homo species, joining habilis, erectus, rudolfensis, heidelbergensis, floresiensis, neanderthalensis, naledi, and luzonensis."
Did you know all that? Married to an archaeology lecturer for 27 years, I did. We emerged from the Rift Valley in Africa and our Eve was called Lucy, she was at a certain time considered the 'mother of us all'. When I say certain time I mean that was the thinking at a particular timeline, explanations may have changed but this 'walking upright creature' from more than 3.2 million years ago may have been your forebearer.
What am I talking about, well Andrew gave me a book for Xmas - The Dawn of Everything - A New History of Humanity. So with the aid of my light round my neck, I read the first chapter this morning with the cat bleating in my ear.
It will be fascinating to read about such things as 'is capitalism a good thing?' do we necessarily need to be governed and policed by the state and most funny of all is our Western Society the good thing it is supposed to be? Considering we have raped and pillaged across the world in our greed for power and goodies.
That is only the first chapter;) But something has always struck me about the artwork, say 20,000 years ago compared to the dull brown (it's the varnish) Dutch portraits of the great and the good. One of the books I once owned was a Victorian album of photos of the treasures you could find at the Uffizi Gallery, amongst them was this Roman boar. You can find more information about him here and his restoration after a fire. He reminds me of the great Welsh Celtic Twrch Trywth boar.
He dates a mere 2000 years back, give or take a decade or two.
The following female and male bison from the Tuc D'Audoubert Caves 14 thousand years ago. a replica of which lies in the front entrance of the British Museum.
Chauvet Cave |
Thursday, December 26, 2024
26th December 2025 - A lovely Christmas.
A few years back at Chelmsford |
All four home. The usual quibbling amongst them, except of course Tom, who will sit quietly and read through the squabbling of the two girls. Lillie went on strike over buying a cauliflower for Ben's cauliflower cheese he was going to make so there was stand-off till someone eventually went off to buy it. They had chicken with all the trimmings, no one likes turkey. Red cabbage, sprouts, roasted carrots and parsnip and of course the cauliflower cheese made by myself as Ben was out in the morning. Lillie came back with the coffee machine her father had bought her.
She doesn't drink coffee of course, but it is for her friends at Uni. Both girls are baristas (is that the right word I wonder). Matilda working in an Iranian restaurant in London and Lillie filling in time at the cafe in Hebden Bridge.
Presents galore for everyone, my daughter had a 'thrift' present giving, though my books looked brand new. I got the wooden bowl for containing my knitting ball of wool and a light to hang around my neck as I work. A Celtic shawl pin from Matilda and red candles from Lillie. Tom brought me an electric blanket, chosen by himself and not Ellie and Ben bought me some red wine.
Tom is starting a new job soon PR in a publishing firm and Matilda still looking for a job in journalism.
They will get cross with me for writing this but I record the family history. I had meant to give them all napkins (or serviettes maybe) as a matched present, like I had given them all candlesticks last Xmas. But it suddenly occurred to me yesterday that if I get round to sewing the napkins, I could embroider S.I.D. on them - Sometimes I Despair - which recalls their great grandfather at the dinner table, when the arguments got too heated, throwing his napkin over his head and saying S.I.D. several times so that everyone pipped down but I am not good at embroidery.
One memory came back and it was Ben's Sushi kit. Paul always used to make sushi but once a client took us to a very first class Sushi restaurant in London. The Sushi chef sliced the fish at the bar and you eat as he prepared them, I think I must have eaten some but I was not enamoured.
Farndale in North Yorkshire |
Why Farndale? it is because the first daffodils appear, and Weaver also remembered it. Blue skies and spring is on its way;)
Monday, December 23, 2024
23rd December 2024
The bells are ringing for Christmas
Sunday, December 22, 2024
Sunday Morning listening to carols on Radio 3
I shiver slightly in front of the computer, Mollie wants the bed so I must get up. Her incessant meowing tells me this. I have changed the font on my blog, (nanum gothic) the letters are thinner but more rounded. I wonder if I can thank Eric Gill for this? An interesting person who would definitely be 'cancel culture' now if all his various sins came to life. But foolish young people what would you write with?
Saturday, December 21, 2024
Solstice Greetings
A Good Solstice for Everyone
Though I have no religion, the changing patterns of the year speak to me. We are on the threshold of returning with the sun back to spring and then to summer. The photo above is up on the downs round Bath, the birds, golden plovers. They had been sleeping on the ground, and as Moss walked quietly beside me I inched up closer to the birds on my knees. trying to keep a low profile. Of course they flew off. So remember;
In the depth of winter
I finally learned
That within me there lay
an invincible summer.
Camus
We should always hope for a better world but we should also remember the beauty of the natural world around us, it is there for the taking.
Friday, December 20, 2024
Meet the freewheeler - Wandering Turnip
Our road closure, it's priceless 😎 The state of Britain, bloody well selling it off to any passing rich body and then giving the profit to all the investors and leaving the utilities no money to function. I am not a Labour basher, nor funnily enough Conservative but boy the last ten years!
Thursday, December 19, 2024
doodling the time away
Today I got Wordle in one. Strange. The word which I will not give away, just appeared in my mind. Sometimes I get these precognitions of the future. My mind always says before it dismisses them, that the parallel worlds that are beside us has moved further forward than the one I'm travelling through;)
I have made a decision to buy myself a new camera, well maybe a secondhand one as I really don't like using my phone camera. So I will plod through reviews. Good cameras are expensive but they come much cheaper when secondhand.... Any suggestions? I have been looking at different options, Sony or Canon. The mirrorless ones are the in-ones at the moment but DSLRs are similar. According to Amateur Photography, I have to look for decent video running as well as photos. I haven't quite given up renewing old ways. My old cameras were quite good but got lost along the way.
The Cove at Avebury |
Bath Abbey |
The Kennet in the cold |
Friend's garden |
Wednesday, December 18, 2024
Jottings
I have been listening to Titus Alone by Mervyn Peake. It is the last book in the trilogy of Gormenghast books. Political satire, it is a weird and wonderful world of sharply defined characters. Titus meets up with many strange figures, cartoonish one might say as he travels in a different world to Gormenghast, in the end after many adventurers he makes his way back to his homeland. But as he approaches the mountain that looks down on Gormenghast, he takes a different track away to begin a new life.
I have somehow fallen in love with all those artistic creators who were born round the cusp of the late 19th century/ early 20th century. From the writers, poets and artists who lived through a time unsullied by the technological wizardry of today.
I am sure power then was just as corrupt and mean as it is today, but then you could sail innocently through it without knowing about it. Communism was an unfortunate upstart, but it appealed to some, the right act of spreading the wealth. Only of course it did not work out that way.
What makes me angry today is the cheap slanging of words from this past era to mow down one's political opposite. There is no Stasi or Hitlers around, only people, who may dismiss truth as something to jump over. They are easily recognisable.
the other drama I watched, there are four episodes in the series, was 'Strike'. I had read negative revues about the new series, Strike in the Black ink Heart story that it was too complicated to follow. Well I found the book (read to me) was difficult so perhaps the watered down television feature ironed out the problems. It is about gaming and therefore had a lot of names to contend with, but followed the usual criminal plot line. It is written by J.K. Rowling under the pseudonym name of Robert Galbraith, I think she intends to write 10 books in the series.
Edit: I came across the fact that the Folio Society had commissioned an illustrator - Dave McKean to draw for this expensive trilogy of books - £745 (sharp intake of breath!)
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
17th December 2024
The funny news is the F/B forum. Disaster has struck Todmorden. A burst sewage pipe just outside Hebden Bridge has closed the one and only main road between the two towns. The council have no idea when it will be mended and everyone is pulling their hair out as to what to do. The trains are still running of course, the buses are taking a longer route via Mytholmroyd. Everyone else in a car takes a 'diversion' down from the moors on one particular lane. Lost cats are found, the cycle path seems to be off the menu and the flooding slight. All's Well!
The High Bridestones |
A scatter of rocks upon the North Yorkshire moors. No one can read their message today. Is that a circle? a pathway? or even a burial. Forgotten stones lie all around. I contrast it with Piper's strong line and form.
Paintings by John Piper. I have picked five, two of stones and three of Wales. They are stark and dramatic but for me capture the strong presence of the material 'feel' of stone. Wales is built on rock, Jan Morris wrote once that you only had to take a square yard of Wales and you would encompass its whole history.
The following painting of Stonehenge is a long way from Turner's pale mist and of course you do not see it as you wander around it. Pale grey stone, once lichened but somehow the striking emphasis of the stone is contrasted against a turbulent sky. Similar to Turner and Constable, a maelstrom sky is the force in which the stones are depicted.
Stonehenge - John Piper |
It's a cromlech, sketchily done and too much dark emphasis |
Footless Crow |
Alongtimealone - John Piper |
Saturday, December 14, 2024
14th December 2024. (passed the 13th on a Friday with no problem)
I have just written and sorted out photos for a very nostalgic blog but decided not to publish it till the 18th. Otherwise I burnt the bread yesterday, you could use the loaf as a brick to build a house it is so strong.
My daughter says the problem is you can never smell burning from an Aga the oven is too sealed up. Apart from cooking disasters life continues apace. Lillie is back, late last night and will probably go to work today at her old workplace.
Is it really like this in America and do I believe what I read, the answer to the second question is no of course. But it is something to brood over. "Know what you stand for and what you think is good"
My son has been blessed with an Amazon gift card from me which was delivered a day after by the Amazon work slave. I know all this because of the half dozen emails Amazon posts. Have you not noticed how the drivers fidget on the front doorstep trying to get away quick after the photo call to keep up to speed on their round? Please do not let the Post Office Mail (is it called Royal Mail anymore?) be sold off to some money drunk happy billionaire to buy it and then force another bunch of people into serfdom.
And, if we have to gossip, I am a bit sick of Prince Andrew and his foolishness in his friendships with Chinese spies, or business people, take your pick. Just put him in The Tower and then all of that unruly fuss about which royal house he wants will be solved.
During my reading of 'The Ruralists' I came across a good rabbit hole to go down. It is by Ralph Steadman, his drawings always scares me. Roald Dahl once wrote a book on the case of the ownership of the Mildenhall Roman Treasure and you can find some of Steadman's illustrations in this blog.
Rabbit Hole by Ralph Steadman |
Three Kings |
Friday, December 13, 2024
18th December 2024
Moments as Christmas draws near and as the Christmas cards come in. It is good to remember the happy times. Today would have been Paul's birthday, he liked an outing for a present. Once we went down to Stonehenge for the opening of the new centre. It was bleak and cold, the good and the brave mingled with the pissed off Druid protestors. Stonehenge is always good for a rave;)
Wednesday, December 11, 2024
11th December 2024 - The Ruralists.
Stoney Littleton long barrow |
Whilst thumbing through my old December blogs for a Xmas card to send to people, I came across David Inshaw's Silbury Hill. Which led me back into memories of walking down to Stoney Littleton long barrow with Moss in tow. A long walk down a green lane, which served some cottages and a farm. Then you would come to a stile, through a couple of fields and then the long barrow in all its glory of wild flowers and stone. Still telling us that it was the tribal territory of the Ammonite tribe. Well I may exaggerate there but on the entrance was an ammonite stone and the surrounding district had ammonites dug up from the soil, with some cottages still decorated with them. But I am going off tangent. At the stile was the most beautiful brook called the Wellow I think, You could have set Millais's 'Ophelia' into it with its water flowers and damsel flies that shimmered in their turquoise hue above the surface.
But we must go back to the beginning of the walk, you passed the old Wellow railway station, more a stopping off place before the great cull of the railways by Doctor Beeching. It was an old fashioned verandah place. It was here that I learnt that an artistic group called 'The Brotherhood of Ruralists' had lived for a time I had come across their paintings at an exhibition in Bath.
To cut the story short, and in the rabbit holes we all end up in now I found the following extraordinary video of the group. The film is fuzzy and old but it captures some of the magic of the 70s and also Somerset.
Also it captures very strongly the personalities of the groups. Here I must make a point of some of the physicality of the paintings and also draw attention to the much later scandal of Graham Ovendon. They are artists and paint what they want, time catches up with them and judges. But their work as a group is fascinating.
"Summer with the Ruralists"