So has their time come?

 

In the communal space that is called 'Kindness Cafe'  Hannah Spencer made an unexpected appearance.  The Greens had decided to make a play for nine other wards in Calderdale for the council votes this week and so had arranged a meeting a couple of days before.

She is really a 'slip of a girl' still flying high on a win.  Probably going to upset some apple carts in Westminster, she reckons they hate her anyway.  Is she 'fragrant' Cro, I don't know didn't get close enough to sniff;).

If, when the history books are written, will they make note that an uprising of Green fellowship started up in the Grim North.  Did the ghost ancestors of weavers in the 19th century rise up in the chests of the people attending Hannah's lightening visit.

The meeting rooms of the large Northern towns were full of the proletariat who spoke up in the 19th century, are we now seeing the same with the chant 'tax the rich'?  Yes governments are breaking down  in the forms we see today across the world.  People are taking to the streets and marching once again for  the cash to be laid out a bit more fairly.  For justice and an end to the cruelty of war.  Changing times indeed.

But what I do know that it was a well attended meeting - 60 plus - young and old, Fedora hats and all and she was received enthusiastically and clapped into place.  She has a great burden on her shoulders, from newbie plasterer and plumber she must take the banner of the Green Party and head, with Zac Polanski of course, to carve out a much kinder country.

I note here by the way that there is a witch hunt out on Zac, he is Jewish as well, so you would think the right wing media could get their bloody ducks in a row!

Who do I get cross about, well for a start all those people playing the money markets without one miserly thought as to how the rest of the world is doing. 

There is this woman who lives in Dubai and owns 60 houses back in England which she rents out.  These rentiers are having to learn that throwing people out on the streets is not an option.

Yes that one is for my grandson Ben, who had a flurry of worry last week when that woman, through her agency asked them to leave, the upcoming Rent Bill which arrived on Monday saw to that.  Ben and his fellow lodgers, two I think, though one was leaving, are paying somewhere around £4000 a month rent, yes she keeps increasing it.  They can stay as long as another lodger is found.

Reminds you of George Orwell's  'The Road to Wigan's Pier.' doesn't it?

  

Only a green member could have a good Chihuahua tucked under his arm.  Not a very good photo, but no worries, I am selling my complicated Bridge camera and getting an instant camera soon....

 

3rd May - Dawn Chorus International Day

 I had a bit of a downer yesterday.  Thought about giving up my blog because I seem to live so much in the past.  But then Sunday arrived;)  I love Sunday it is supposed to be a place of quietness, when for a moment you can forget about the worries of life.  Also, it is the day people have to listen out for the dawn chorus - International Dawn Chorus Day on the first Sunday in May, which is today.  I heard a few birds but the starlings haven't come back to raise some fledglings under the roof.

There was a small discussion yesterday about the male bird always being recorded but not the females.  Shock, horror, no one ever thought that their birdsong might be different.  Or, which is more to the point, cared.  Shame, the subjugation of the female even extends to birds....... Listen and see if you can tell the difference!

In town yesterday there was Morris dancing and various events but I did not go, tend to panic around crowds.  But people so want the normal events of life to happen and not the daily litany of troubles around the world, that one wonders WHY doesn't the human race create a paradise on this Earth.  I am playing the sound track as I type and hear my favourite bird the curlew's sweet song.  Reminding me of the North Yorkshire Moors. 

Once I caught the cuckoo 'cuckooing' in Blakes Wood.

And then there is always Pete Seeger - Green Grass to remember, somewhat wryly of course.  'From Way up Here'

1st May 2026

We need rain ;)  the farmers in the East are complaining about the lack of rain for growing crops, Farming is feeling the pinch at the moment, what with nitrogen being held up at the Strait of Hormuz.  We of course  will not suffer as much as the poorer countries in the world, someone on the radio said there would be billions of missed meals.  Think on that before you start wars.  

It is beautifully sunny outside, a crisp cold feel to the air, and of course it is May Day, time to dance in the summer and whirl round a May Pole.  Though a lot of that isn't done now - times move on!

Borrowed photo

Fire will be lit on the Hill of Uisneach, the mythical sacred centre of Ireland.  Bealtine will be celebrated for the month of May.  It is, according to sacred myth, the burial place of the Earth Goddess Eriu and also the Sun God Lugh. It is the Axis Mundi  of Ireland and a place, if you are Irish, you can escape from the modern world.

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 I have just watched Senator Sara Jacobs, a young Jewish woman in California take down Peter Hegseth, Secretary of Defense and she refused to be shouted down by him, that was the wonderful bit, every time he intervened she slapped him down.  Probably you will not be able to find the video, as far as You Tube is concerned, it has been taken down, but somewhere out there in America is a woman fighting for her community and it gave hope, as did King Charles lll heroic and softly spoken use of our English language pulled Trump so gently down, he didn't even feel the bump.  When this wretched man finally departs, will America be able to recover though?  

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On May Day, which is today, we should rejoice in the natural world and take a pledge to preserve as much of it as we can, now who was the bear that did exactly that? Smokey Bear, I think the following quote comes from Gary Snyder,

And he will protect those who love the woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children:

Formalities

 Mission accomplished, he departed the chamber with handshakes and smiles. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown but, thanks to some canny speechwriting and a book of quotations, the king had hopefully made his point without triggering a fiery tirade from the mad monarch on Truth Social.  The Guardian .  

Thank god we have a long history of kings, wars and nefarious ministers to fall back on for support.

And let us hope that the king and his queen gets back safely to England.  That photo above, proper English tea, sandwiches and scones with cream and jam, did it make a difference?  Did our slightly eccentric king make peace between our country and the US.  We'll see.

Funnily enough I have just been reading a Newscientist article on how  chimpanzees violent rupture hints at evolutionary roots of war. Well that explains something, not sure what though. 

Bless him. Trump I'm talking about this time, trying so hard to be nice to a 'real' king, did Melanie pour the tea, we, after all, know that the hostess is in charge of the teapot.  A rather unworthy thought did escape me though did they use Meghan Markle's jam on the scones that I saw advertised some time back, or was that a step too far, in reconciliation between a son and his father.  But I bet Camilla asked the age old question we always think of when faced with a scone, cream or jam first!

How to read history

 The magpie holds up her collection of words for the day:  Just read a lovely essay from Paul Knight's words on the 'Turn of the Season, the local awakening of our valley.  The curlews are back and though the weather still shows the extremes of temperature life streams back.  You will note, if you read the words that is, the local meetings at chapels or mills, not necessarily for religion but for the welcoming back of the season and the old tradition of 'mummers'.

I have a problem with this part of Yorkshire, I loved North Yorkshire, its bucolic quietness suited my frame of mind.  Towns such as Helmsley, Kirkbymoorside and Pickering were far removed from protest marches.  I will not ever get used to large towns being so near with their complexity of transport and people rushing around.  But so be it.  At least Knight frames a landscape he loves and writes about with such skill.

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Marina Hyde, who has a tongue like a whiplash and is a favourite writer of mine describing Henry 6th compared to Trump.  Taken from the Guardian

For now, perhaps we are living through the ideal conditions for an American break with Rome. When the English pulled the trigger on the Reformation, of course, they were ruled by a sociopathic malignant narcissist, who emptied his pram of toys when Rome didn’t sign up to his obsession of the hour. He was also extremely given to kleptocracy, and couldn’t really see a policy position without reconfiguring it as a material benefit to himself. I dunno: something feels familiar, I just can’t put my finger on it.

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Has anyone come across Jay Vail, an American who I think lives in London, his observations on the English way of life, I can only probably give you a F/B link, but his quiet satire and understanding are  good.

24th April 2026

It is not actually raining at the moment but this little gem would set anyone up for meditation.  Is anyone getting the recurring advert about Tai-Chi exercises which start every Monday and obviously are the best thing out for elders, and at only 7 minutes long do not strain the body too much.  That is the sales talk by the way.

My next link is to someone called Paul Kingsnorth, he writes through his Substack articles under the title of The Abbey of Misrule.  In fact at the moment he is writing a book on 'Wild Saints'  Now I am not sure which saint he covers whether the Catholic tranche or my own favourite the Celtic school but he is an interesting writer and in the link you will find  his essay, called  'Once and Future Saint - Three prophecies for England'.

The martyrdom of St. Edmunds  killed by the Vikings. Wall painting to be found at St. Peter and St. Paul church in Pickering

  

In the prophecies are two kings, Edmund and Edward, the third is a prophecy that until we return to venerate the saints only then will ''real England'  come back into being.  I will say little on that, as a country we have turned secular and I think it will hardly change.

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Wall painting of St. George slaying the Dragon at Pickering Church in North Yorkshire

But it brings me round to our times at the moment.  On Saturday there was a protest meeting from the right wing factions in Manchester, I think there was a gathering of one yesterday as well, as my daughter said that the men heading down the street to the pub in full St. George paraphernalia looked scary.  And she advised a young black lad not to go in there.

The video of what actually happened on Saturday for St. George's day will tell you the story.  There was of course a counter march against it but the police were out in full force and it seemed to have gone off fairly peaceful.

St.George, who never actually set foot in this country, is being used as a symbol of hate, and I would say to all those people who desperately want to go back to what they see as better times, I shall call you the 'Back to 1958' people it won't happen when thuggery gets on the streets.

Also note, the Jesus cross carried in the video, I cannot believe we are following the American religious crusade masquerading  the steady march of Fascism that is taking place.

22nd April 2026

Spring comes with such a rush.  Suddenly tiny violets with their heart-shaped leaves cover the ground.  The Wind Anemones star the ground with their whiteness and then, roll drum, the marvellous sheen of blue called the bluebell slides through the woodlands in that moment when the trees are slowly unfolding their leaves to the full glory of summer.  You see we have to have that dappled, half cold, half warm sunlight on the bluebells to understand their magic.

The light creeps ahead quickly early morning and even more so in the evening all these happenings just a matter of chance.  A balance between moon and sun.

Out on the street, a crocodile of children escorted by helpers went by chattering like a group of birds humming through the air.  They are on their way to the Hippodrome theatre, a charity run theatre.  Dog walkers pass, dog greeting dog, they are off to their daily walk of pee and poo, not to put too fine a point on it.

 Yesterday I learnt how to collage photographs, you can see the effort below.  I took Paul as my subject, each photo has its story.  Trouble is I have to pay for the privilege of  collaging and am just wondering if it is worth it. 

                       

Scrum

 Sometimes I get mad.  It is normally when someone gets laid out to be the fall guy as Sir Olly Robbins has just been over the 'The Mandelson Affair'.  Listening to Robbins, the poor man being grilled by the foreign affair committee yesterday, he was at a loss to see what he had done.. Sorry sweetheart someone has to take the can, and as Starmer bluster's his way through, my only reaction is,  is that it is not important.  Everyone knew Mandelson is the court jester, he was being sent out to butter up Trump, and sending a rogue to meet a rogue was not exactly what I would have done;)  But then government is always practical if not downright dishonest.

My simple question is this morning why are there so many bloody rogues to begin with?  How come Trump has not been given his marching orders just as Liz Truss and her sidekick Kwatang had been unceremoniously dumped by the Conservative party as they upended the economy of this country.  Truss had 45 days in power, the lifetime of a fresh lettuce apparently.  The time when the party began its great fall from power.

My feelings on Starmer is that he is like a slow clumsy elephant in the china shop but this bitching in parliament really has to stop and they ALL put their minds to the proper running of this country.

Edit:  Just read Owen Jones on the subject of Starmer.  Well Will he can certainly find enough adjectives to describe Starmer, obviously doesn't like him.  But Jones is an overly excited young man and given to forceful opinions.  I am quite fond of him, I see him as a son causing unrest in the home.

Something gentler later on...

Rabbit Holes

A prolific 'mother' spider plant that hides the two routers that we use. I am always scared when watering the plant that water will gush over the routers and instant silence on the two will happen.  In fact the plant doesn't look very happy. The plantlings (actually they are called spiderettes or pups) should be repotted on. 

The plant produces long specialised stems called stolons and the baby plantlets strike out from the nodes along the stolon.  In fact this rebirth is in favour of the mother plant (no cross pollination?) as the plantlings extend along the long line into soil, that is if they were in the ground, the mother plant has less to exhaust itself with.

Why am I thinking about reproduction? Must have been the talk about sexual reproduction last night on late radio,  which was about Desmond Morris's  book called The Naked Ape written in 1967.  I never read it  but remember the publicity it got, perhaps I should go back and read it.  Morris has written many books  but lived in Swindon and his girl friend at one time was, never guess who? was Diana Dors. 

 

This book has significantly influenced the understanding of human behavior in relation to animal behavior.  

Apparently  Morris went on to become a painter, fairly surrealistic and it is assumed that this painting has as the model Diana Dors.  

Girl selling flowers

You can read the Wiki here

Went off- piste there somewhat, what I was actually thinking of was the reproduction method of greenflies, I mean I know you will all be fascinated by such things ;)

"They can reproduce quickly, with many individuals developed from unfertilised eggs or parthenogenetically from female aphids.

  

"This is because in asexual reproduction, a successful genotype can spread quickly without being modified by sex or wasting resources on male offspring who will not give birth. Some species can produce both sexually and through parthenogenesis".

I fell in love with the word parthenogenetically along time ago and each year would remember it when I scrunched the blackfly and greenfly off the roses.  Sometimes I squirted the roses with Fairy liquid.  But as a balance of how livelihoods are experienced through the chain of life and how people have studied these things still gives me a sense of wonder at the intricacies of each and every aspect of life that unfolds before us, and yes I did feel guilty killing greenfly!

And just to finish look at that Longnet Stinkhorn, a fungi in Africa and see the work that is being carried out there.  Fungus or plain old mushrooms will teach us about the interconnectivity of the natural world.

Edit: Reason Desmond Morris was on the radio in the middle of the night 

 because he had died quite peacefully on Sunday night.

 

17th April 2026 - yellow archangel

 I am listening to Hauser's Benedictus now but this morning I woke up with Jonathon King singing 'Everyone has gone to the Moon' and wondered why music suddenly makes an entrance into one's brain.  The Jonathon King could easily be explained because daughter and Andrew are going off to Switzerland today for a few days.  The music now playing has just crashed from soft to high, Karl Jenkins is a favourite in the modern classical music frame of  our time.  

It fits the news as it unwinds, storms interspersed with quiet periods.  Now it clicks on to George Butterworth's 'The Banks of Green Willow,' such English music ;)

I shall be going with the whole family to Switzerland in September, have to renew my passport but already have started by having a photo taken down at Morrisons.

Do it online I hear them say but I shall wait till someone with a logical frame of mind too help comes along.  It really is not fair that as I pass on to higher realms the world insists on changing!  Now it is 'Spiegel in Spiegel' my own playlist on You tube not even made by me but some alien computer force.  Yes I have a tongue in cheek approach this morning, my algorithms are playing up.

Sam is cleaning the house, the builders came yesterday and finished the job.  Big warning - do not shut the basement door from the inside, the door will not open from the inside, it is the old fashioned round knob and all the screws are missing in the plate.  The builders used the basement windows to climb in and out to their van.  Not that anyone locked them down there but it happened to Andrew when he was taking his laptop round the basement to show his German family cousin's children round its dark interior.  

Originally it must have been the kitchen down there, alongside the coal hole, the butchery, well it has hooks in the ceiling.  But there is a fireplace and sink down there as well.

At the moment it is all brace yourself just in case.  Store some water, food and a wind up radio and do not use petrol for frivolous use.  Trump has made the world into a shocking place to live and he hasn't even got the brains of a gnat for Christ's sake!

Well better things I have seen this morning - Yellow Dead nettle for a start, or Yellow Archangel.  It can be grown in the garden and there is a cultivated species out there as well.  It also has silver splayed on its leave, giving it the terminology 'aluminium' as well Linnaeus named it and it reminds me that our own wild orchids will be out soon.  Dead but alive, of course you can see the platform on which the bees rest to collect the pollen.

The red dead nettle is also out but not so pretty but still important for the bees.

Lamium Galeobodolon. Teun Spaans - author, taken from Wikipedia.

Bores and builders

 It has started: The first part of checking the basement for the structural engineer.  Holes have to be made in the basement floor under the large paving stones and also in the ceiling.  But the main work maybe months ahead.  The builder and his young lad came yesterday.  He has long hair and a very cheerful air;) My daughter said he must come from Hebden Bridge.  Yes another generation of hippies has floated down from the original.  There again I might be overthinking, who knows.  Anyway it is the start of a long journey for us.

I mentioned in my latest comments, the Severn Bore, something people round Bristol got excited about.  The great wave sweeps up the river and foolhardy surfers try to fly on its back.  Well I had written about the Bristol Channel in 2007 and here it is once again, with its tales of the Romans crossing it and getting stuck in the middle.

A short video but do turn off the sound!

Moors -14th April 2026

 Something I read yesterday: Rebecca Solnit's latest essay.  In the comments at the bottom of the  essay you will find the words 'Flower Power' and maybe those lessons learnt at the time of the Vietnam war will also influence us today.  After all it is still in living memory, and when you see the crowds protesting whether in London or America there is a  lot of elders participating.  And with the win yesterday in Hungary of overthrowing a right wing authoritarian  leader there is always hope.

 Meditations in an Emergency

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Listening to the news this morning and one item jostled against the other.  How our defence spending had been neglected over the years and the problem with enough energy to be on tap in the future.  Well wind turbines to a degree are saving us from complete disaster but many people are staring at them with disgust, not me by the way.  They remind me of a scene in H.G.Wells' War of the World'. You can see how my childhood was coloured by the books I read ;)

One of the first Illustrations of War of the World

As an aside I read somewhere that all our technology that we experiment with today is from reading science fiction books which predicted the future.  Wonder what Musk read? I suppose it all depends of course as to what's on the bookshelf.

Anyway to get back to wind turbines there is a big hoo-ha about 34 giant turbines to be put up on Walsaw Moor, not far from here and a stone's throw from  the Bronte's moor.  It will be somewhere near Hebden Bridge and  Haworth, the place where the Bronte sisters lived in the Rectory there with their father.

Haworth Rectory

It will cause a lot of disruption on the moors, though I think people are agitating more over the sight of these giant turbines.  There will be of course disturbance of the wildlife, especially my favourite bird the curlew and yet I have mixed feelings about whether they should go up or not.  Practically they give us clean energy which is not disruptive of the climate.  We seem further away from such things as nuclear fission? and Nuclear energy takes time to build the power plants and of course involves some risk.

The trouble with the people of today is they want to stay in the time warp they see around us, whereas the human condition always moves on.  Whether it is rebuilding after war or technology advancing in a way that changes the order of things.

Paul Kingsworth calls it The Machine that is running the show. It is the balance of power, technology, wealth and ideology. The balance that is out of kilter at the moment.  It is well known  for instance that war puts vast sums of money into a few  people's pockets, it is in itself a distraction.

Anne Pettifor

Sunday 12th April 2026

 

"Today" by Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m

not saying a word

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.

I do so like Mary Oliver's poetry, it somehow grabs the truth of the moment. I share the same feelings towards nature as she does and when people look at me suspiciously as I tell them to enjoy the natural world and become part of it, I know just where she is coming from.

But this blog is about a list of who I listen to, and perhaps the people who direct my thoughts as to how the world works. Let us start with.....

 

Professor Tim Wilson  Sitting in front of his brightly patchwork curtains and often equally dressed as brightly, he gives his opinion every day in true professorship style. He led me early this morning to.....

The News Agent fronted by Emily Maitus, Jon Sopel and Lewis Goodall.

The Rest is Politics US with Katty Kay and Anthony Scaramucci.  The 'Mooch' messes around of course and he is a crypto currency person but his take on Trump is needlepoint..

The Rest is Politic UK Fronted firstly by Rory Stewart, a bit of a gloom and doom disaster person, think he knows everything about the Middle East but entertaining. His partner is Alistair Campbell. Tony Blair's second in command at one stage in our earlier history.

Heather Cox Richardson,  Also like this American lady for her daily interpretations of what is happening in America.  She is a cool, calm and collected historian.

Owen Jones.  He is definitely a radicalised left bending person.  I love his eagerness and sheer brimming energy as he talks.  You can find him in the Guardian as well.

Novara Media  The three presenters I see most of are Michael Walker, Aaron Bastani and Ash Sarkar.  Young, lively and very intelligent.

Pasture Politics.  A witty sardonic look by an American farmer through the eye of his sheep. The Herd/Us is played beautifully by the sheep who nibble his jacket and stare blankly into the camera.

There are others but I am tired of finding links and names at the moment.  But the above does illustrate how the media is taking an individual path of its own to describe the world events that are happening around us at the moment.

11th April 2026

 Well new post what shall I write on your immaculate surface today?  Well it is the weekend, I don't feel too good because of the curry I ate last night.  We are having visitors.  Today it will be Adam the architect down from London for the day to discuss the finalised plans for the house disruption ;) I have said what I want in the kitchen, no dishwasher and my painted with flowers cupboard which is one piece of furniture I kept.  I bought it in Whitby, and I still regret selling the little cottage there, though Whitby is not the place to grow old in.

Sunday will be Andrew's aunt and partner visiting, she is interested in back to back houses, apparently we have some in Tod.  We have a ginnel at the back, which just means a narrow passageway between the houses.  It is very bumpy and potholed and through the asphalt the old cobbling pokes through.  On the main road there are a few upmarket old houses and commercial buildings.  It is the spread from the centre of town as the town expanded into the countryside through the Victorian times.  The old Folklore Centre is one of them.  It has now closed down, as has the cafe there but sited next to the  Hippodrome, which is run by a charity, the Folklore Centre will one day take its place as an upmarket cafe I suspect, its housing value improved.

The Edwardian Hippodrome is built in red brick, obviously rather tasteless probably they didn't have planning officers around.  Still there is a certain splendour inside.

Thank you Ian Grundy

Todmorden is a very tight little town in so much as many of the people who live here were born and bred and there is a slightly snooty air about incomers.  The incomers are of course coming, as Hebden Bridge gets filled up with everyone buying houses. These London people  are now working in the big cities around here.  There is a feeling of a new awakening happening.  Another page is being turned.

Still there are always the moaners who sit in the chat boxes of the town and complain of everything that comes to mind.  Lost dogs and cats are always a feature, as also the sheep who get into trouble when they wander down into the valley.

Must not forget that I have had TWO letters from 'my friend' Nigel Farage, obviously targeting the old for their vote.  That is the name of the game for Reform, buy the votes, there is some sort of scam going on in which you can win an amount of money. But come on! Sorry, I chucked the letter away, and the recycling lorry has just been around, or I would have been more explicit.  But I bet Farage is smooching up to Trump somewhere.  

9th April 2026

 SEARCH AND KILL MISSION ON 90 METRE SEA CLIFFS IN NORTH WALES.  Well you would read that article wouldn't you.  No it is not a manhunt, the climbers, rather bravely, have been sent out to destroy a foreign invasion of the wild wicked purple rhododendrons.  But don't go near typing in those headlines or you will become overcome by a plethora of advertisements and the story will have little to say for itself.

Now for a start I don't like rhododendrons, they flower early than afterwards sit around with their dark green leave like a spoilt child for the rest of the year.  These purple plants harbour disease and spread like wildfire through our woods destroying all the native species.  At least that is what The Woodland Trust says.

So if you see these sprawling giant bushes in your local woods, beware.

Rhododendron Ponticum

The other news this morning in my email is Palantir, a data based system which the NHS is going to use to record all the detail of our, presumably, medical history.  This data collection is seen as dangerous and probably is.  Like the whole network we subscribe to perhaps we have to introduce a policing of the net, I mean I wonder if it has an Ombudsman yet.

Matilda went back to London yesterday evening, she had been working all day on her very expensive laptop, apparently having a phone in your laptop ups the price considerably. Life is a learning experience. She was somewhat surprised that I was scared to go on trains because I could not flash my phone at the ticket collector.  Lucien went back the day before, he is a lovely lad and they make a pretty couple.  

Hanami - The Beauty of Letting Go

 Normally I would write this in March but I will give the link to an older blog.  When the blossoms come out in Japan in Spring everyone goes and enjoys them.  Picnics are held under the trees, it is of course a very short time before all the blossoms are scattered on the ground.

My late partner Paul also celebrated it as well, in the garden at Chelmsford he had planted two cherry blossom trees and on a sunny day when they were in full bloom he would warm up some sake wine and we would pour each other a drink, part of the ceremony.  Here is the link.

7th April 2026 - Protests

 Well today is easy, Debby and her protests in America with her husband Tim.

 it is the protests against the many things that make people take to the streets.  But it also can be comedy, singing and dancing.  The government might create new laws to stop embarrassing protests, for example to protect the wicked killing and genocide that is carried out in Palestine by the IDF that is a truth and cannot be denied, truth to history will record it.  It will record the 7th October as well when so many Israeli people were murdered in horrendous fashion.  It could be the 'Nokings' protests in America.  It could be against the capitalists need for more and more money on the backs of their workers but protest exists for a good reason.

The following video down below features 'Seize the Day' group.  They wrote fun songs, probably from about 1996 against the problems they saw that arose in society.  The group started there somewhat unique songs at the new Newbury bypass which was to cut a swathe through prime landscape in 1996.  There is a very poor video of how heavy handed force was used against the rather naive young protestors - Wild Horses of Newbury.

I have watched many a road protest online, The Hill of Tara in Ireland, Newbury bypass and the A46 Bath Bypass.  We will eventually but slowly come out of the car age. At the moment of course because there will be a shortage of petrol and diesel from the disruptions of the war against Iran.  A war that is seriously showing us that war is never the answer as the American government flounders under a mad dictator.

The protests in London have shown us much older people protesting, let us call them the elders (for the name pensioners rather gets up my nose;).  But also of course a wide selection of protesters now take to the streets - and the conservative minded amongst us bloody loathe it but freedom of expression should be felt by both sides.

A few years back there was protests against fracking which seems to have died down.  Our village in Normanby was near to a site but the people in the village that would be affected covered their village with signs saying 'no fracking' and it seemed to have worked.

Time for cheerful eating of chocolate eggs.

 A Happy Easter everyone

St. Peter on the Wall altar

I had to think of a theme and my mind rested on perhaps an early Celtic church and then this church in Bradwell (I think it is Bradwell-on-the Sea) a Celtic church taking over a Roman building.  Yes that is how old it is,  Not far away is a Christian community started after the last war in 1946 and the community is called Othona.  This building is of course not very far from the Bradwell Nuclear site.  You can see the  blogs I have written here.

As an atheist, though sometimes I see myself nearer to an agnostic, I have visited many churches from cathedrals to small old churches hardly used and wondered why faith has taken such a strong hold on the human heart and how religion often creates more trouble than it is worth.  See our history this very day!

So Happy eating of Easter eggs, I have a sophisticated Ferrero Rocher one and a good day to everyone. 

xxx

I forgot....been listening to Paul Kingsnorth - The Experience of Beauty.  A pagan turned Catholic for goodness sake, just like Tolkien and C.S. Lewis who both took up Catholicism. Ah, just thought they both wrote beautiful fantasy that explains it.

Matilda and Lucien

4th April 2026

 "And we forgot how beautiful the Earth is."  It must be difficult to find the right words as you spin away from Earth in Artemis towards the moon.  Looking back at our planet with all its trouble and woe.  The search for a lone American in the deserts of Iran catches the heart.  The smug faced bastard in the White House, sorry but there is no other way to describe him, is insulting leaders of other countries.  This misogynist person, thinks he is 'king of the world' but no he has just pulled America down into a third rate country whilst he snuffles in the straw for yet more gold.  Yes it is almost like a fairy story.  We meet Rumplestiltskin again, only he has fattened up over time into a pathetic figure shambling around on foot as well as verbally.  Crypto currency here I come, I'm sure I will get rich.

The last time I truly saw the moon in its full glory was at Avebury at midnight.   Standing by the Cove stones on a crisp cold January night with Paul.  Standing there marvelling at the dark shapes I could see on the white surface of the moon.

The Cove, another enigmatic grouping of stones.  There were originally three stones.