12th may 2025

 The Rights of Nature is a legal and philosophical framework that recognizes the inherent rights of ecosystems and natural entities to exist, thrive, and regenerate, fundamentally shifting how we view and interact with the environment.

Definition and Significance

The Rights of Nature concept acknowledges that ecosystems, including rivers, forests, and wildlife, possess inherent rights similar to human rights. This framework challenges traditional views that treat nature merely as property to be exploited for human benefit. Instead, it emphasizes the interconnectedness of all life forms and the need for legal recognition of nature's rights to ensure its protection and sustainability. 

I have gone on ad-nauseam about how nature is an interlinking system, it is recognised more clearly now but the question of whether nature has rights, like for instance we have in Human Rights has been a matter of discussion.  We rape the ground of its minerals and in so doing create damaged ecosystems and the departure of indigenous people from their homelands.  We are so clever at selling our, or other countries, commodities on the Stock Exchange, that we barely notice the disastrous consequences.

MacFarlane had mentioned the Ecuadorian court case when a Rights of Nature law suit was brought - and won.  He had been visiting the Cloud Forest there where the battle to save it from prospectors had been fought out.  The prospecting for minerals and gold is a dirty world of forcing the indigenous people out and the killing of them.  Then when the trees are cut down, rivers become polluted with chemicals, the prize is won but only at the cost of the animals, insects and flora. 

The truth though lies in the fact that we as humans are totally dependent on Nature to provide for us and our ability to destroy it will result in our own destruction.  So all those nice cosy things we love so much, our cars and fancy furniture will not hold up against flood, fire and plagues.  A thing we are experiencing at the moment with Climate Change.

I think there is a 'creep' of legal justice that protects our environment in our country as well, the recent court case of the sycamore tree cut down by two men on Hadrian's Wall is evidence of this.  As also the destructive path that HS2 took through the countryside.  People stood by their trees not allowing them to be cut down, there is a symbiotic nature between humans and trees.  Rejoicing in them as we do when the first leaves of spring show their pale beauty and then the sadness at Autumn as the leaves die leaving a crumpled mess of brown leaves on the ground. Though of course regeneration of the leaves back into the soil creates the new life with its millions of bacteria.

Has the law been applied to the fouling of our rivers and lately the lakes in the Lake District though, the water companies are fined but does the money go back to cleanse the rivers?

According to this article a recent fine of £11 million pounds for several water companies will go to restoration  and not into the Treasury.  But this meagre amount of money is questioned by Charles Watson, Head of River Action who says.

“Every pound that is given to local communities to restore rivers is welcome and we are grateful for that, but the money in this fund is just a rounding error compared to how shareholders and lenders have been paid out by the water firms." ................

10th May 2025

 How did the day go?  Mostly I have been tired, this is Mollie's fault.  Listened to the new Macfarlane book - Are River's Alive' and thought  who hasn't seen a Welsh river which has splashed and sparkled with life, so yes to that.  Or seen the slow graceful movements of grayling in an Essex river.  The sadness of the River Wye down South being destroyed  by chicken waste is heartbreaking.  A classic slow moving river roaming through a beautiful countryside.  We load the rivers with s**t and then watch them die.  I can remember as a child going fishing in Wales for trout, my father went salmon fishing as well.  In a small clean river, you could lay on your tummy and tickle trout and maybe catch an eel.

I picked up another book as well this by an old friend of long ago, it is called 'Theodore and Eliza by Susan Harvard.  It looked a heavyweight in words but is surprisingly interesting.  It harks back to Princess Diana's great, great (there might be a couple more greats) grandparents.  Theodore is in service to the government and he falls in love with an Armenian girl and they marry.  He is sent to the Honourable East India Company  and then after a couple of years to Mocha in Yemen to run The Factory.  He dies though at the early age of 32 years old, on a boat transporting him to England so that he could visit his parents in Scotland.  Also his 6 years old daughter Kitty.

Eliza sadly does not benefit much in his will, she is referred to as the housekeeper, though he settles a good amount on his children.  These two were in love but of course the stigma of the time marrying someone from another race must have been the trigger.  So this is where Princess Diana ancestry comes from.  And that is all I have read so far.

It took Susan over 30 years to gather together the information, and she also went to Yemen to try to find out more.  Here she met a 10 year Yemeni boy who showed her the ruined interior of a merchant's house and she writes below the photograph 'may he live and thrive throughout his country's troubled times'. Such a difference to the words voiced today.  

Susan was so good through the death of my first husband, they  were all a band of friends at Oxford together and I shall always remember this period of time as both happy and sad.

But not to get too down what I meant to write today was about Nine Wells just outside Solva.  I camped round here several times and wandered around the cliffs.  There is an abundance of history lying just under the surface.  From cromlechs to WW2 runways and a mill and also a water building, both of which had disappeared.  Yet look at it now, nothing shows under its verdant carpet of green.  Somewhere along the coast someone has named a little hamlet 'Land of the Druids = Llandruidion, all that seems to remain is an old farmhouse.

On the left hand side of the inlet is a promontory fort called Port y Rhaw, you can practically find these prehistoric settlements every half mile along this coast line.  

Llandruidion © Natasha Ceridwen de Chroustchoff cc-by-sa/2.0 :: Geograph Britain and Ireland

Nine Wells supplied Llanruidion water tower with water for St Davids

Site of Iron Age fort, Porth y Rhaw - History Points

9th May 2025

Well the Pope is chosen Leo X1V.  A youngish pope this time and from America. He is to follow in the footsteps of the last pope, so liberal and green I believe.  His name made me think of Matilda's boyfriend's name which I can never remember but I have to think of the devil, then go to Lucifer and then Lucien which is his name.  Surprisingly he is not happy with my thinking.

VE Day passed yesterday, I have seen the pictures on the blogs but did not see the ceremony itself. Commemorating war is a difficult one for me, especially as war is still with us today, there never seems an end to it.  For me Paul Nash's painting of a stricken landscape paints it vividly enough and yet we are seeing the same horrors as yesterday's wars created.

Paul Nash - War

Death and desolate landscapes, mud and bravery are the reminder, not Vera Lynn singing 'We'll Meet Again'.  We pay homage to the brave young who lay down their lives for us but we still allow war on our planet and let new mothers break their hearts.

As the end of the war came to halt I was born, so really did not experience it.  Though I remember a sheaf of war drawings we had so I must have been aware of it.  Even today crystal clear comes the memory when I was about 7 years old of a drawing I made of refugees on a cart with all their belongings piled high.  The teacher asked how did I know about such things, perhaps it was one of those drawings that sparked my drawing but now refugees flood the world because of war and cruelty - nothing has changed, it is profitable to make guns!

Edit:  Views on the Pope and people I listen to:

Alistair Campbell and Rory Stewart

And Anthony  Scaramucci and Katy Kay

 

 ‘Protest shapes the world’: Rebecca Solnit on the fight back against Trump | Activism | The Guardian

wittering - where is the balance

The family have departed this morning into their various routines.  Andrew went for a swim, my daughter to work and a rather sad Lillie back to London.  She will cope, these four chose to go to London to seek their fortunes,  Ben and Matilda have started on the long journey of employment in their chosen areas.  Also Tom who works in Manchester.  I also went to work in London and was there quite happily for a few years but the pull of the 'big city' is always there when you are young.

Now I cope with eyesight that I suppose is failing me.  it started a few years back when I found my judgment level difficult.  For instance cutting with scissors I am about a quarter of an inch out though I can still thread a needle.  I view all this with my usual questing mind, how far is far I wonder? I got rid of my car instantly, driving since 17 years old it was a bit of a shock but now as I walk into the Lidl car park I feel a certain superiority.  The thing is to order your life into a habit forming ideal of putting everything in their right place.  That is what I told my daughter this morning when I could not find the bread knife ;)  Whether there is enough time to turn tidy I have my doubts!

What is it I wish for my four grandchildren?  Well a better technical world than we have at the moment.  AI is a disaster waiting to happen.  Almost I could say that the computerised system is channeling our young down a dangerous void of opinionated, more often than not nonsense information, young males.  What happened in the handing out of genes that led the males to be more aggressive than the female.  It was a colossal mistake on the part of natural order.  

  

Actually the people around me are all gentle and perfectly focused (if you are reading me family) as I am sure the majority of the human population is.  It is just I went to Substack by mistake and watched two earnest young men analysis someone else's video.  We are all suddenly in the public limelight.  I sometimes think we should pull the plug on the internet and try to live without it.

At the heart of it all are the children of today moving away from the natural world we live in, prioritizing their human relationships above that of the world around them.  That homeostasis that Lovelock talked of is lacking not only in the natural world but within the social order.

Homeostasis is a self-regulating process by which biological systems tend to maintain stability. It is an organism’s process of maintaining a stable internal environment suitable for sustaining life. The word homeostasis derives from Greek, with home meaning “similar,” and stasis, meaning “stable”. Homeostasis is a state of steady internal, physical, chemical, and social conditions maintained by living systems. It is a technical term used in biology, physiology, and psychology. 

We have an obvious example in Trump at the moment, a chaotic figure causing a disruption in what is considered an even keeled Western society, if not elsewhere sadly.

  

But then the real world drops in,  Mollie is at my feet meowing her complaints once more.  Could it be fresh water, more food, the radiator turned up for more heat, or is she just  talking to me about world problems?

4th May 2025

My second shot of caffeine stands by my side in the form of coffee.  Will it awaken the dormant brain I'm saddled with?

Yesterday I went to a meeting at the Folklore Centre, the subject matter was 'When the British met Indian Folklore - A Megalithic Problem'  It sounds just right up my street but at first I had my doubts.  The lecturer seemed to concentrate on three males, who were in the army out there in the 19th century and who had decided to question the megalith building of cromlechs out in India.  Of course these three were outstanding examples of 'The Glorious Past of Britain'* out and out racist, observing from the fine heights of their superiority over the tribal nature of the people around them.  Interesting fact, this megalithic building still goes on, so there is not much to distinguish between old or modern.

But she made me think the lecturer about a place much nearer to home, the Prescelli hills with its prehistoric trackway that ran from Ireland through Wales down to Stonehenge. There are a lot of archaeological evidence in this area of prehistoric stones still not analysed.  

It is almost given, that the bluestones at Stonehenge were transported from one of the quarries in the hills.  There is an argument against it of course, saying that it was the glacials of an earlier time that had brought the bluestones to this corner of Wiltshire.  But thinking about it, why are there not other bluestones still littered around?

There was a good crowd there, but it seemed mostly that the men asked questions, even her husband who had driven her down, much to her crossness.  But the Folklore Centre is going from success to success, it is right next door to the old Hippodrome, which is also much used.  I do like the idea that civic use is part of these large buildings, whether film shows, plays or even the local children who go there for talks.  They file past the house two by two, chattering like birds, excited by the adventure.

*Why did I earmark that?  Well it was listening to the radio this morning and hearing that the Reform Party are going to remoralise our young and put up more statues to the great and good.  For god's sake don't these people understand their history?

Prescelli landscape

3rd May 2025

 "Most economists judge that the costs of the UK failing to pursue net zero will ultimately be greater than the costs of achieving it "   It is the same with HS2, an enormous sum of money down the drain.

I am tired these last few days, mind not working but the world still goes on. There are two faces I quickly scroll by on my screen.  The first is the 'orange one' and the second is Farage.  He has the intelligence of a gangster!  The votes split on the latest voting spree.  They always do when the incumbent government has only just started its term.   Interesting figures, Reform got just a fraction more votes, but coming up on the rail is the Liberal Party and....... The Green Party in the councils.  People know what they want but governments just govern on a different plain.

A thought. What would have happened that instead of getting London and its Southern counties as the main runners of government in Great Britain, the seat of power was up North?  Would the balance have taken a left keel and this strong motivation towards greed been stopped.

There is a strong suspicion that in fact Stonehenge was not the centre of the British Isles but Callanish and its stones and Scotland with its plethora of islands.

Callanish Stones - Wiki.  Tom Richardson

Going Gently put a fabulous video on yesterday of dancing.  Well here is my favourite, the dance itself is extraordinarily creative.  So I shall pretend I am young again and dance ;)

We have had beautiful weather the last week, warm and sunny but no rain and moor fires, this one up on Ripponden Moor.

What to write today? I have just read Murrmurs blog on doing a Birdathon this May.  There used to be a song about the merry month of May and the children dancing round the maypole.  Below you will see how Robert E fuller has recorded the wild animals that take over his children's climbing frame, now discarded because they are grown up, .

Andrew and my daughter arrived back from Naples over the weekend, and Tanaka, one of Andrew's children came for a couple of days from London.  They went to the Leeds football match, there was some sort of final celebration which meant they didn't get home till midnight, and then the front door key did not work, which made me giggle but it is a worry getting locked out!

Thinking about this was this a master plan of Andrews to visit the city of Naples because of Maradona, because as some of you will know he is supposed to have punched the greatest goal (with his hand which was illegal) in football.  'The Hand of God'  My last word on football.

Children are all doing fine, though there is a bit of a worry over Ben who is going over to New York this weekend.  Our families dry humour could take a beating through the customs, he has been told to take a clean new phone.  The famous car driver (whose name I have forgotten) is to give a speech at the  Met??  Tanaka was also over the moon, as a new job came through over the weekend.  Matilda scored over 200 applicants for her job, she is a clever girl ;) takes after her granny of course.  Though it is a copywriting job I think.  Lillie is also back this weekend to cook for the scouts up on the 'tops' in a weekend holiday break.

So enjoy the animals playing in their little oasis of a sanctuary, my favourite being the barn owls.  There used to be a lot round Normanby, their characteristic low flight as they hunted for the mice and vole over the fields.  

Edit; The Merry Month of May by William Bryd and sung by the King Singers.

        Robert Reich stirs the mob

And if you remember still -  It is International Worker's Day

Photos

 A few photos; We should be glad that technology has given us almost immediate records of the moment.  So as I flipped this morning, I stopped and gathered a few.

The first is Kirkbymoorside, a festival day.  The band plays, tractors roll through the town with hooters blaring and the sun shines.

 Spring has arrived at Normanby, and this butterfly who has been hiding in the house somewhere, probably behind the curtains, wants out!  The cotton wool she sits on has probably been spiked with a sugary content to give her strength.

Paul always worried over Lucy when she was loose and off lead.  She on the other hand would carry her lead determinedly and always be near.  Just as obstinate as he was.

The Bridestones on the North Yorkshire Moors.  One of the things about the stones that lie unheeded, a memorial to a once living community of prehistoric people is that you can never suss the reason they are there!

Me probably sewing badges in Matilda's bedroom, though she did not go in for badges like Lille and Tom.

The 99 steps of Whitby.  There were benches along the way up to St. Mary and Whitby Abbey.  There was an old donkey path also but it was good to look down on the red roofed houses.

The girls playroom.  You can tell by the pink!  At the back is a little hat shop bought in Bath and modelled slightly on Beckford Tower.

And something funny

Sunday 27th April 2025

 

A poem by Ted Hughes.  This is the ruined church he is talking about.  The newer 19th century church stands alongside the old in the same graveyard.  We visited on a grey and miserable day and the photos turned B/W of their own accord.  The old church was built in the 13th century and was named  Saint Thomas a Becket.  The west wall face of the tower fell down in 1847 because of a storm.

                                       Heptonstall Old Church

A great bird landed here.  Its song drew men out of rock,

Living men out of bog and heather.

Its song put a light in the valleys

And harness on the long moors.

Its song brought a crystal from space

And set it in men's heads.

Then the bird died.

It's giant bones 

Blackened and became a mystery.

The crystal in men's heads

Blackened and fell to pieces.

The valleys went out,

The moorland broke loose.

26th April 2025

 Franciscus:  The pope's funeral today.  The great and the good will be there and by special invitation, prisoners and refugees will attend the final ceremony.  A good man goes to his grave and the leaders and heads of state will witness this, speak the necessary words and then go back to the messy world we all live in.  One who will not be missed Netanyahu, head of Israel, and who cannot travel outside his country because of his arrest warrant from the ICC.  

Not having a religious bone in my body, I am still sad when the good go, the Catholic church, like our Protestant church balances itself on goodness.  That those employed in the work of God are also considered sinners is a sad fact of life.

So, what else?  An American friend said a nice thing this morning on F/B about the poems I find for my blog and I remembered it was how Paul and I got together.  He collected poems on The Modern Antiquarian on the stones and I would find them for him.  He also had his own site as well, which is on the right hand links bar - Megalithic Poems.  

I wrote the other day how people loved to write and one could add to that also put words together in poetry,  Language is a blessing, it describes our world in which we live but of course it describes the worlds in which people lived many centuries ago.

A favourite poetry book is by Ted Hughes with dark, mysterious photos by Fay Goodwin.  The book is called 'Remains of Elmet'.  Elmet was a small kingdom during the so called Dark Ages.  It was around when Bernicia and Deira, the small tribal kingdoms were around here in Yorkshire.  And then of course Elmet disappeared submerged into the greater kingdoms. Here is a paragraph of Hughes introduction to the Calder Valley.

The Calder Valley, west of Halifax, was the last ditch of Elmet, the last British Celtic kingdom to fall to the Angles.  For centuries it was considered a more or less uninhabitable wilderness, a notorious refuge for criminals, a hide-out for refugees.  Then in the early 1800s it became the cradle for the Industrial Revolution of textiles, and the Upper Valder became the 'hardest working river in England'.

Even this book has a little history of its own.  It was given as a present from someone from Ireland when he came over to visit Avebury.  He wrote poetry himself and he in turn had been inspired by Julian Cope, founder of The Modern Antiquarian and singer of course.

Lastly, Landscape Story has written of his week and the Pace Egg festival up at Heptonstall.  Now there are several blogs of this corner of the world, with Arctic Fox joining the company.

And lastly, lastly, there is this to read as well

25th April 2025

Where the beck crosses the lane at Wheeldale

A favourite place.  Over the moors past the old prehistoric stones that marked the lane from olden times as when  the snow was thick on the ground and only the stones would tell the road across.  I photographed those stones, and once found harebells growing by the side of one.  Such fragile, delicate flowers in the rough atmosphere of the moors.  If you were to walk along the Beck side you would eventually come upon Rowan trees.  The birds many years ago must have scattered the seeds and over time the trees had grown.  Rowan is a magical tree, given to protecting the house and the farming practices of milking and making butter and cream.  It protected you against the dead arising.  It also has been call 'quicken' translated as lively -  as the tree endowed with life.

Funny news this morning, A famous painting had been thrown away.  It was by Andy Warhol.  It was somewhere in Holland and belonged to a batch of 'Queen' paintings.  It does not particularly worry me, as there are other Warhol paintings out there and he has never been a favourite of mine.  And as for the prices quoted of these paintings I will say nowt.

We have just passed  JMW Turner's 250 year anniversary and I am quite happy to stick with the knowledge that he was a marvellous painter with no equal.  I once almost bought a print of a ravine by him.  It was in the 70s and the £50 was a mite too much for me but I always regret it.

It also reminded me of two prints I had left behind which were of George Morland.  Both prints of horses, he was called a pot boiler.  Which is a negative term that implies his work was inferior only produced for his daily bread.  It is funny in what you want to put on the walls of one's house.  Obviously if I was rich enough I would put Turner and Constable on my walls with perhaps a smattering of Morland in the guest bedroom!

George Morland.  Bucolic scene or a scene of sad poverty.

 

23rd April 2025

An Edith Pritchett cartoon for Private Eye

Well the soap box again.  I sign a lot of stuff as you can well imagine, no apologies there but this morning I was informed by email that 'Wild Justice' had raised the 100,000 signatures for their Ban to stop Driven  Grouse Shooting.  That means it goes before parliament for discussion

On the North Yorkshire moors there are grouse butts, in which our fine shooting gentleman and probably a few women stand behind whilst the poor hapless birds are driven towards them for killing.  And as an aside the moors are burnt of the old heather for that reason as well.

Killing birds is a pastime for some, a holiday experience for others.  A shocking figure, there are 50 million pheasants raised in this country.  You probably think they are indigenous, they are not but they are a pleasant sight in the countryside.  37 million of the birds survive but of course probably die quickly, they are an ecological imbalance.

There are times when out on a walk we used to find hidden in the woods an enclosure where the birds were reared before release for the annual kill.

Grouse stay close to my heart as occasionally you would spy them up on the moor and one experience never to be forgotten was a grouse with a little trail of baby grouse crossing the old lane off the moors at Wheeldale.  And of course Ted Hughes catches the mood beautifully  in his poem.

Grouse Butts

Where all the lines embrace and lie down,

Roofless hovels of turf, tapped by harebells,

Weather humbler.

In a world bare of men

They are soothing as ruins

Where the stones roam again free.

But inside each one, under sods, nests

Of spent cartridge cases

Are acrid with life.

Those dead looking fumaroles are forts.

Monkish cells, communal, strung out, solitary,

The front-line emplacements of a war nearly religious -

Dedicated to the worship

Of costly, beautiful guns.

A religion too arcane

For the grouse who grew up to trust their kingdom

And its practical landmarks.

Wild Life Petition

There is also an interesting blog on why Private Eye refused to use the cartoon a second and third time.

22nd April 2025

Nature writing is a love of mine,  McFarlane is the leading author as far as I was concerned.  But I have just found another writer, not in the same vein, but in that vein of discovering all the truths that may lie at our feet.  So the above is what I shall listen to in the future but the book I am listening to at the moment 'North Road' by Rob Cowen is the current one.  He begins, and I am only at the beginning with an archaeological dig at or near Catterick, and coincidentally the archaeologist in charge is Steve Sherlock. 

 I have Sherlock's book on the Anglo Saxon  cemetery at Street House, Loftus.  Sherlock uncovered a burial ground that had been used over a long period of time, from the Neolithic to the Saxon period.  He had found a 7th century 'bed burial' of a royal A/Saxon princess, so pagan rather than Christian.  Beautiful jewelry was found in the graves of the women, telling us that sophisticated taste existed.  Never dismiss the people of history as ignorant or lacking in vanity.  Their lives were probably more difficult than ours but they groomed their hair and wove their cloth, and probably experimented in their kitchens!

Street House jewelry

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But as usual I have deviated from my subject which is about the 'Great North Road'.  The Romans had built a road called Ermine Street from South to North.

 The road was later called The Old North Road, we have probably all once travelled sections of it.  I recognise Grantham, Retford and Melton Mowbray, when we travelled up from Chelmsford to Whitby  The road originally followed the route from London to Newcastle but in the 18th century it went further to Edinburgh.

In Rob Cowen's book he traces some of his relatives from Doncaster moving down to London to start a business there and doing quite well out of it.  I think it was a string of fish and chip shops.  They were friends with Richard Burton, which is neither here nor there but interesting all the same.

Well it brought up memories when my family moved down South from the Black Country to London in 1957.  It had all come about because my grandfather who was chief engineer at the Villiers company, motorbike engine makers had been given the job of running a similar company in London call J.A.Prestwich.  Both firms though went down pretty quickly.  Leaving him to start his own small company in Great Dunmow but that is another story.

It suddenly occurred to me that we had travelled back and forth on the newly opened M1 though my memory says that parts of it were unfinished.  The old Rover car we had, we always had Rovers, had been hit in the back by a lorry but being the sturdy beast it was had taken the blow and just moved forward on its suspension.  A write off.

There is a poem out there somewhere, which traced the footsteps of a calf as it wandered through a wood haphazardly.  The path became a trackway, then a lane, then a road and finally ended up as a motorway.  The Romans of course built straight from horizon to horizon.

 

20th April 2025

 I have been delving:)  Firstly, Pace Egg. A Northern traditional Easter play, I suppose you would call it a mummer's play.  I suppose before the chocolate Easter egg was invented it was just decorated real eggs.  Did you know that you can dye the eggshells almost gold with onion skins, a thought worth keeping.  I think the ceremony took place up at Heptonstall, the players are supposed to get eggs from the watchers.

The other thing of note was a small video of Sagar Bakery, which is the other half of the Folklore Centre.  The owner has a bakery shop in Hebden Bridge but has moved his baking facilities up to Tod.  I often see him and he greets me with a cheerful smile,  The video goes through what is after all his workshop, the machines used for bread and cakes and the Folklore Centre of course benefits from all his baking.  It has been a few months in the making of this transformation of what I believe was a newspaper's office.  It is a very welcoming atmosphere and I shall make the effort to have coffee there more often.  Andrew has said we should go there for lunch one day.  I hope it all works, there is always good turnout at the talks but the location is slightly off the well worn track.

Hope everyone is having a good Easter, there was a fascinating half hour controversial religious talk this morning.  Questioning the rise of immigrants and Sharia Law in this country.  There are some who blog who seem to extort hatred against the Asian (black people have been assimilated don't you know.  Well mostly) population, and all the rest.  Yes it is a troubled matter, why? because so many of these people are hardworking and take on the work us so called 'British people' are loath to do. Our post office is run by a lovely Asian family, and they receive some racist hatred talk in the public arena but they serve the community well.  Trouble is we like to have a go at something that is strange, we stamp on insects without thought and it is the same with our human compatriots.  But remember our valiant NHS would not be able to run were it not for people from other countries working in it.  

But what to do with the young unskilled contingency that are from other countries I do not know and yet I hope an answer can be found.  A thought came to mind whilst writing that.  All these charities that go abroad to sink wells for water, to teach people how to grow food in difficult climates, maybe some futures lie their.  And there is a hell of lot of rebuilding of houses and infrastructure across the world, think Gaza for instance. 

So as  another Easter passes in a muddle of religiosity and crap commercialism, not forgetting the folklore myths of old, I would say that we are living through terrible but interesting times.

World Heritage Day

18th April is World Heritage Day.  Something close to Paul's heart, as a conservationist, is the destruction of archaeological sites.  He was always angry about the destruction of the Bamiyan Buddhas in Afghanistan in 2001 and wrote quite a lot about them on his blog.  They lay along the Silk Road and were blown up by the Islamic Taliban.  It would be impossible to put the pieces together again.  So on this day I mark out the futility of war and especially religious wars.

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For a favourite bird. A/F mentioned the curlew he had heard up on the moors yesterday, they are here, their bubbling joyous voices sounding over the grass land.  The video is four minutes long and there are plenty of videos of the curlew' songs that are much shorter, but the one below was recorded at Hadrian's Wall.

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And as its Easter, the little Scottish girl musing on eggs, rabbits and Jesus.

16th April 2025

Cuckoos by Andrew Young

When Coltsfoot withers and begins to wear

Long silver locks instead of golden hair,

And fat red catkins from black poplars fall

And on the ground like caterpillars crawl,

And bracken lifts up slender arms and wrists

And stretches them, unfolding sleepy fists,

The cuckoo in a few well-chosen words

Tell they give Easter eggs to the small bird

 I want to drop quiet happy photos onto the page but the news and a very noisy machine outside stops me,  We all know they are fighting back in America against the horror regime of three, well the latest is Harvard, it is on Bensozia's blog.  A strongly worded letter back against the interference  of government into the workings of the university.. you can find it here.

The other thing that came to my notice is the trio of Rory Stewart, Alistair Campbell  and Anthony Scaramucci discussing the excessive amount of trolling that takes place when they podcast.  There are factories of troll people out there, whether they are Chinese, Russian or even our Western lot.  Forget your own little puny nasties, when you have them by the thousand you become quite nonchalant about them and even don't read the nonsense.  "How we trolled the Trollers"

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But  I shall once more bring my cuckoo story to the fore as its nonsense always pleases me.  And as the cuckoo slowly disappears from our landscape, once more record its migration to these shores from Africa is it? to wickedly lay their egg in a poor small foster bird's nest.  Who raise these large changeling birds with strict duty as a mother.  An old blog here will tell you of the cuckoo, who had to make it the Celtic cross at Nevern Church on Easter day, but when he arrived tired, dropped dead.

The only other thing I have been listening to is Jon and Vangelis - I'll Find My Way Home.  I had it played at Paul's service and it will be played at my demise!

'Top of the Pops' on Thursday night when husband out lecturing, children danced to the music.