Friday, March 29, 2024

29th March 2024 - Spring

Sitting Hare by Charles Tunnicliffe

Raised in the Catholic faith by a Jewish grandfather who had adopted me, no wonder I look on Easter with a quizzical eye!  Completely non-religious as I am now I still enjoy the pagan festival when we acknowledge Spring with eggs (okay chocolate ones are not very exciting) and images of hares.

But each year I will bring forth this story about Saint Melangell, for it captures the goodness of looking after animals, the moment the Prince stops killing and Melangell steps forward to save the hare.  I often wonder if Boudicca also raised a hare to the skies as she led her people into battle against the Romans.

The lovely story of Saint Melangell and her little hare. She was the daughter of King Cufwlch and Ethni of Ireland and she fled to Wales to escape a forced marriage. She settled in Pennant at the head of a valley, and whilst one day sitting in a clearing she heard the sound of a hunt, dogs and horses galloping up the valley. This was Prince Brochwael of Powys hunting hares. As she sat a hare came into the clearing and Melangell hid it in the sleeve of her dress to protect it. When it peeped out the dogs fled, and so the Prince gave her the land on which he hunted, and she lived at Pennant for another 37 years and no animal was killed in her sanctuary. Hares were known as wyn bach Melangell or Melangell's little lambs, and to kill a hare was an act of sacrilege.

This morning a beautiful hare painting went through a forum, it was outlined in gold and it reminded me of how Paul would delicately take the little sheets of gold to highlight a scroll, tamping it down.  Gold is splashed easily over the painted surface of Mary and Jesus, it shines like the sun at Spring.  So my favourite depiction of a hare by Charles Tunnicliffe, golden in the light of the sun, basking quietly away is the heading above.  

I have two prints of hares both by Colin Blanchard, he gouges his wood printing block out and writes words with the artwork, on the one he has written ----

"Spring witch passed through the edge of the wood then bidden by a blackcap and watered by a willow warbler's trickle the ground turned green where her feet fell."

Looking back through old blogs, is a mostly happy experience and I see from that date I wrote the following---

So my print has come home, Antony did a good job on framing, a dark blonde wood with a pale green matt.  It seems strange amongst the Japanese prints, and has replaced an old painting we bought from a local dealer.  This old painting has a history of falsification, a print over painted with oils, but it is very Yorkshireish.
When I look at the 'Spring Witch' it will remind me of the pale lemon of the primrose in Spring, it will remind me also of scouring the woods for mushrooms, but most of all the words will remind me to accept the fact that witches, fairies may not exist but it would be magical if they did. ;)

Last night I watched a video from the 'The Homely House' about a small clutch of 'makers, or crafters'.  What do you call them? artists maybe. The person who had done a small painting lived in a wooden 'Hobbit house' for goodness sake, must look up that video!

So as an end note, I say welcome Spring, primroses and hares for they are the sign of renewed hope.

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

27th March 2024

 "Verified" What do we mean by that? that what we are reading is a truthful and honest account but how many minds has it gone through filtered by the prejudices our minds and also others apply.

At the moment I am listening to Robert Galbraith, (pseudonym for J.K.Rowling) book called 'The Ink Black Heart'.  Some would argue that it is to do with the battle Rowling had with the transgender row, now voraciously picked up by some of the young to justify whatever they think fit.  University lecturers asked to resign from their jobs because of clashing with their students over the use of terminology when they address the student's gender.  All complicated and rather minor, given today's real problems with people starving in Gaza and the other wars that surf the world.

The book itself, through the crime detection of Strike and his sidekick Robin, is longwinded.  This of course due to the long conversations that go on in forums. Rowling says that the book was written before the uproar about what she had said had arisen.  She sticks with what she originally says and of course the fuss will die down.

Computers were invented. But someone forgot to write the rule book and laws that would appertain to their use thereof.  We are terrified of A1 and the ability to change photos and words is rather frightening, but how do we police it? Or does it need policing given that the human race is very vocal anyway.

Computers have changed our lives and probably for the better, it has unfortunately unleashed the evil side of mankind as well and eventually cyber crime will warrant real live prison sentences.

Gender Dysphoria

Hind Rajab - not to be forgotten.

Friday, March 22, 2024

22th March 2024

I wait: My nerves slightly on edge, okay all I am doing is going for my appointment at the opticians, but will the bus get me there on time I panic.  We will see. Also two parcels are coming this morning, I have left a plastic box with lid for them to go into at the back door.

The wind is chill coming down from the North, there is talk of snow sometime - normal weather.  Matilda left for London yesterday moaning about the cold.  I pointed out maybe the bare midriff did not help, but fashion rules in this house, except of course me.

Lillie has just gone off to Rochdale, it is the last evening of the college's play - Sweeney Todd, we have hardly seen her this week, as she leaves early and comes back at 10 in the evening.  She takes an Uber every night, her mum is not happy with her walking through the streets of Rochdale for an unreliable bus.

I look round the room which is a cluttered mess of my stuff but...if...I was tidy there would be nothing to do or read.  Patchwork, knitting and reading are I consider  my hobbies.  

Then of course the computer, the saga of the church graves still goes on.  The new vicar was in a past life a barrister so she should know the law of the church.  The volunteers who have worked hard at tidying the graves, are now contemplating removing one large plant stand and the gravel which they laid so neatly.  Must admit it is all intriguing, after all it measures out into what will happen to our redundant churches.

We wander round the lichen clad gravestones with a feeling of awe but they are falling into slow decay, the wording indistinct with time as are the people who occupy them.  God's Acre should be host to the wilderness of native plants, tidy grave yards are a bore and sadly take up land, is that why we cremate and have our ashes thrown to the wind I wonder.

Well on that dour note I shall leave for the bus ;)


Thursday, March 21, 2024

21st March 2024 - Carreg Coetan Arthur

Thumbing through photos again I came across most of Paul's photos.  He must have asked me to upload onto my computer for safety.  I first visited this perfect little cromlech in 2007 and many times afterwards.  Paul's photos capture the same images.  You will see how the capstone balances on the tips of the upstanding stones.

"When people write about this small dolmen they talk of mushrooms and fairies, and it does indeed sit tranquilly in its own little garden surrounded by a surburban small settlement of bungalows. Coetan Arthur was excavated in 1981, there had been a build up of plough soil over the centuries and in fact, the stones would have had another metre added to their height originally, making them much taller than they are today. There are four stones theoretically supporting the capstones, but only two are in contact."

How they lifted these heavy capstones on to the standing stones heaven knows, but it is still standing delicately balanced.  I have been listening to the Must Farm videos, several of which are on fabrics.  There was plenty recovered, but all black from fire and decay.  But interestingly according to the conservator finely woven (26 threads to the centimetre).  plants as well as animal wool was used, the weaving done of course on standing looms the warp threads weighted down by stones.  This can be found when all the wood has  disintegrated, the stones still remain in a straightish line on the ground.

We think of prehistoric people as miserable, ill-dressed with scruffy hair, well that maybe describe me, but often evidence unfolds of well made garments, specialty hairstyles and a comfortable way of life.  All the cromlechs situated along this Pembrokeshire coast had access to the sea, and land for their animals.  True the land was not much good for arable farming, but the gut contents of many a deceased prehistoric person showed a variety of seeds eaten.

Wednesday, March 20, 2024

20th March 2024

I picked two articles today almost on the same subject but centuries away in real time.

The first is the archaeological dig at Must Farm in Cambridgeshire where a stilted little village of late Bronze Age people lived on the water.  Then nine months later a catastrophic fire burnt their houses, so that the roofs of the houses fell "like a coffee plunger" and left behind their way of life for archaeologists to dig through and make their inspired guesses as to what life was like then.  The shapes of bowls and cooking pots reflect the day to day purchases, or maybe they even made them, who knows. 

They dined well on meat stews, dumplings and bread, chops of pork and lamb, and possibly honey basted venison.  I am more interested in the fibres and materials, some of which must have survived.  A capsule of time caught from the past.  The approximate date given is 850 BC.

The other article is about bread and the sourdough loaf, that has appeared over the last few years.  A quick non-judgmental reminder, I eat sourdough bread (bought from Lidl at £1.69 a loaf), and do not believe in class.  But my daughter bought a M&S sourdough loaf this week for health reasons. How complicated life gets!

Lidl's loaf is perfectly bread like, the crusts not too difficult to crunch and I am perfectly happy with it, even eat sourdough crumpets as well.  Now you might think the Must Farm families lived on stolid bread without the use of yeast, maybe but probably the natural yeast (caught from the air) was probably around in those days.  And if you made the dough in the same dish or on a surface used for breadmaking you picked up yeast along the way.

Class is such a funny concept to come to mind when buying food, it is more to do with the pound in your purse what you buy in the way of food.  We shall soon be referring to the 'intelligentsia' that occasionally dictators set about murdering because of their insights into truths.

Somehow I don't think there is a "Britain's Bitter Bread Battle" although it makes an alliterate statement, but the articles writes well on how bread is the essential staff of life.

Afterthought;  Both articles are from the Guardian, which made me think, people will think I am one of those Guardian readers (with all your prejudices hold fire), but cannot afford a slew of online papers, neither have the time to read them either.

Bronze age objects from ‘Pompeii of the Fens’ to go on display | Cambridgeshire | The Guardian

Britain’s bitter bread battle: what a £5 sourdough loaf tells us about health, wealth and class | Bread | The Guardian

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

19th March 2024

Tidying up my photos. Why the miniature hats, well I have just filed my Bath garden photos in there, or at least some of my favourite of the old garden.  I grew everything close together, so that the garden buzzed with life and insects, I bought yards  of trellising to hold my roses and honeysuckles. Apple trees, jostled in among them, a soft fruit patch with more often or not my two hens scrumping the currants.  I had created, through a lot of work, my paradise.  Now I could not do it but at least I can look back, and think how the hell did I do all that, with students and family to look after as well.  The miniature hat shop is somewhere in this house in Lillie's room and I shall once more repair it.  
I think because the garden was in a valley, where once a stream had laced its way through, creating a mill pond further down the valley, that everything grew so well.  I also know that my garden no longer exists as it has been tidied out into what gardens are supposed to look like today.
I can never go back to the apple trees.

The hats are made of felt, the shape moulded on the rounded handle of a screwdriver, and then decoration is added.

I see foxgloves, geraniums, nicotiana





The two ponds, heavily overshadowed by the plants.  The reeds transplanted from other parts of the garden.  Damselflies, dragonflies congregated in this area.

This was the small 'wild' part, with Spanish bluebells and the cow parsley with its honey flavoured  smell.

Matilda is here this week, we met Lucian her boyfriend yesterday, he is gorgeous, my daughter is so pleased with him ;). Matilda is also drawing to an end with her studies this year.  I could not over a period of time remember Lucian's name.  So my method was to think of the devil, go to Lucifer than get Lucian in my head.  I came across a batch of photos of Matilda and Ben acting up for the camera and I might put those on tomorrow.

Sunday, March 17, 2024

17th March 2024 - Druids, etc.

 Druidical Bath:

I enjoyed the talk yesterday afternoon, Suzanne Owen gave a good lecture.  It made me pull out all my blogs and books.  I have read a lot on the Iron Age, the Celtic Age and the gods of this time.  Here I would recommend Anne Ross - Pagan Celtic Britain, and Miranda Green - Symbol and Image in Celtic Religious Art.  It was discovering the prehistory round the city of Bath my hometown for 27 years that introduced me to our own native gods that lived in the landscape and in stone statues and carvings.

We can never know the real story of the religious beliefs and myths that dominate people's thinking but the Druids were captured in the imagination of people through the ages.  For a quick read on the subject, and images of people burning in wicker baskets try Stuart Piggott - The Druids or for a longer read Professor Ronald Hutton - Mistletoe and Blood.  William Stukeley for instance fashioned part of his garden into an imitation of a stone circle with an apple tree in its centre with mistletoe growing through its branches.

Stukeley took up a post in Lincolnshire as a vicar, he was by now married but unfortunately his wife had suffered two miscarriages, he had apparently left London in a huff, as his ideas were the butt and ridicule of his friends and mentors. But when he settled in to his new home he created a garden and here part of his 'mystical' relationship to Druidry and the ancient monuments comes to the fore, for it was in his garden that he created a 'sacred landscape'. It included a Temple of the Druids, which consisted of concentric circles of hazels and evergreens modelled on Stonehenge, an apple tree with mistletoe growing in its branches was at the centre of the circle. Apparently he also had a 'tumulus' beside the temple and a little chapel which contained a roman altar. One of the babes from the miscarriage was buried in the camomile lawn that faced the altar. A rather sad footnote to end on, this man possessed by an illusionary religion that coloured his viewpoint of the 'old stones', but perhaps all the paraphenalia in the garden was an expression of the vision he had invoked from a long gone history, none of which was true, a human desire to create a belief system once removed from the Anglican church he was avowed to.

Debby mentioned the other day that she loved oak trees and of course the story of the word Druid is supposed to come from the word oak - oak seeker or the Irish-Gaelic Doires.  We have Tacitus with his wild Druidical people dancing amongst the blood spattered groves of Anglesey.  Was Tacitus a good journalist;)

I wanted to ask questions but deferred doing so.  My one question was 'what about the Coligny Calendar?'  where did it fit in both Celtic and Druidical landscape.  Suzanne Owen had said and it is known that there is no literature from the Gallic and Brittonic people but surely is because it has all disappeared with time.  The calendar, or at least what remains of it is complicated, you can see it hereOf course the neodruids of today have taken it up, it is a solar/lunar calendar and only partly recovered.

Coligny Calendar

Suzanne covered all that I had remembered hearing about such as Arthur Pendragon and his fight to have Stonehenge as a temple for his interpretation of his pagan beliefs. Also of course Emma Restall-Orr for her campaign of Honouring the Ancient Dead.

Thinking of ancestors, there is a furore (well only a little one) about a church in Todmorden, or to be more specific the graveyard to this redundant church.  Volunteers have been tidying the gravestones but some are very upset about the neighbouring primary school which has had an extension over part of the hallowed ground, presumably moving some of the gravestones.  Of course reinstatement is called for.

But I only learnt last week when I asked my daughter had she been to the graves of her grandparents in Switzerland.  She had said no they were probably no longer there.  In Switzerland you are only allowed 25/30 years in your grave and after that it can be reused.

Friday, March 15, 2024

15th March 2024

It was a fish and chip night last night.  Andrew collected them on the way down from the station.  Matilda also turned up, Lillie was of course at scouts.  My daughter stricken with a migraine once more.  So a slightly full house.  Everyone having their own itinerary.  

Also a delivery at 7 o clock from Morrisons and the dustbin to be put out and then the recycling also.  We have a new regime as far as recycling goes.  Black box -glass and brown cardboard.  White sack - tins and plastic. Brown plastic lidded box - food waste.  You need three 'A' levels at least to sort out your 'brown' from your 'tetra'!

My solution just stop wrapping everything up and less of everything to tempt our palates with. 

As everyone discussed their options for the weekend, Matilda off to Liverpool to see her boyfriend - a drummer, and more seriously a maths teacher.  I piped up, well actually I shall be going to a talk at the Folklore Centre - Suzanne Owen, Is Druidry an Indigenous Religion.  Just found her website about religious discussion so a few podcasts to listen to today.

I also have a promise of being taken to Shibden Hall on Easter Monday. The hall is partly Elizabethan and was the home of Anne Lister in early 19th century - The first modern lesbian it is recorded, there was a television programme (Gentleman George) about her but I never watched it. 

Shibden Hall from Geograph

There are various attractions at the hall but it seems rather countrified and we haven't got a car ;) though the address reads it is Halifax.  That tower is a later addition.  I heard yesterday that there is a Barbara Hepworth museum at Wakefield with plenty of modern sculptures, the website show a bright clean space for the various exhibitions, which looks interesting.  It's not all funny language - Well I'll go t'foot or our stairs - Up North is quite cultured, since a lot of the great writers and artists came from here.........

Yesterday I got Wordle in two tries, not boasting but Andrew asked how I had got from 'swear' to 'since' in two tries. And I couldn't remember but then it came this morning. The letter S at the beginning was green, so I thought to put in a vowel which was I, since, of course was the first word that came to mind.  Will I ever get it in one try? 😎

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Nostalgic searching on daffodils

 Old scruffbum, or Lucy as she  liked to be known.  Still miss her.

Photo; Lucy 'helping', LS was looking for Japanese papers for some visitors tomorrow, she enjoyed the experience turning out the dark under stairs cupboard. She can be so funny, that even when she is scolded she produces a lopsided grin.  Tea towels and dishcloth can often be presented after tea, followed by my knitting, Lucy actually knows what you want.  In the garden it is hand tools she will bring from the garage.

Daffodils at Normanby Church

When I was looking for old blogs on daffodils there was quite a few.  I remember going to a place called Farndale, which had daffodils planted all along the path.  Now whether they were wild or domesticated I cannot say because the flowers were still in bud but it was a good walk.

Peace on Monday March 10th

MVI 4817 (

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

12th March 2024

Well I should write something. My daughter is back home eager to get back to work.  They had been to Cadiz for a few days and loved it, it looked all blue sky and blue sea but it was rather hot.  They stay at airbnbs and do their own cooking.  My Mother's Day present wasn't a meal for me to cook them but was in fact a box of bits and pieces for me to snack on. She bought me back some local honey with a picture of the Virgin Mary on it. Blessed honey ;)

She has a weird taste for prints of Mary and Jesus, he is even in the bathroom, she is not religious but just likes them around, also my  least favourite artist Frida Kahlo.  I think I must be biased against eyebrows that join in the middle.

Sunday my son phoned he was walking back from the park, so described his walk as he came up Weston Park, through the village and then up the hill.  He is becoming quite a gardener and has already ordered plants this year.  Never in a million years did I think that my son would enjoy gardening or that my daughter would go on long walks with Andrew.

Though she refused to go up the final stretch of Arthur's Seat in  Edinburgh with Andrew's family.  I watched "The Push" yesterday, a Scottish trial of an Asian man who had pushed his wife over the sharp vertical cliff of Arthur's Seat to her death.  Or had he?  For there was no factual evidence of 'The Push' only that as she lay dying she had said it. So in the end the prosecution said that it was extremely probable the husband had done it given the evidence of the wife, who was a solicitor, and seemed to have kept all evidence of the husband's bad behaviour recorded.  The jury found the husband guilty and he was given a life sentence.

But returning to religious depictions she hasn't got this one, perhaps my favourite - Light of the World' by William Holman Hunt.  Years ago I was in love with the Pre-Raphaelites.  Not so now, though I still admire William Morris.

Saturday, March 9, 2024


It is coming to that time of year again, Spring blossom, and the cherry tree is amongst the first.  There was a stand of wild cherry trees in the village of Normanby, which should blossom soon, small bitter fruit that the birds gobbled up in quick time.

But in our Chelmsford garden, Paul had planted two Japanese cherry trees and each year we would have a little ceremony of drinking hot Saki wine from little cups.  You must first pour your companion's cup and then your own, a shared experience.  And as of course he was a conservator of Japanese scrolls he knew what scroll to display in each season. 

The following he must have said, though I think his beverage would be a beer but somehow Japanese tea houses is not something the English psyche is capable of. 

"Therefore you would never hang up a chrysanthemum scroll in spring, it would always be cherry blossom. So in a typical teahouse or room, the scroll would hang maybe just for the afternoon tea ceremony and then rolled and put away for years, so different to our Western culture of hanging pictures on the wall for years and years. I wouldn't mind a teahouse in the garden, utter simplicity, no furniture, a mat on the floor and peace and quiet bliss."

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

6th March 2024

Meandering through old memories.  What is nagging at my mind at the moment is the wind/wood anemone.  Walking on a cold March day either at Blakes Wood in Essex or up near Langridge on the Lansdown.  So it will be photo time, alongside the following blog I wrote a few years back.  The older I get I can almost feel the pull of the flowers as they emerge in their allotted season.  As I wandered through the photos, I am struck by the doggedness of plants, the primrose rising once more in a desert of brown earth, where trees had been logged.  The old coppiced trees, not something we do nowadays.  The jumble of greenery at your feet, bend down, see the heart shaped leaf of the violet or the delicate cut leaf of the wood anemone, and remember seeing these leaves on Japanese anemones or the jewelled coloured flowers you buy at certain times of the year.

"This photo shows the delicate wood (or wind) anemone with its finely dissected leaves, it nestles amongst dog mercury, a woodland plant which is supposedly an indicator of old woods. But it is the white starry anemone that is the subject. Apparently, according to Marjorie Blamey (The Illustrated Flora) there is a yellow one as well. It belongs to the somewhat larger family of pasque flowers, monkshoods and that dainty elegant flower of the garden - larkspur.

Grigson has many local names for the anemone, bread and cheese and cider, candlemas cap, chimney smocks, drops of snow, Moll o' the woods, moon-flower and so it goes on..

Its actual name of anemone is borrowed from the Greek legend of Anemone Coronia, because the flowers nod and shake in the wind, and the Greeks called it Daughter of the Wind.
And to pasque flowers, they have become garden flowers because of their beauty, pasque of course since it blooms at Easter, William Turner gives an apt description...

The firste of these Passe flowers hath many small leaves finely cut or jagged, like those of carrots; among which rise up naked stalkes, rough and hairie; whereupon do grow beautiful flowers bell fashion, of a bright delaid purple; in the bottom whereof groweth a tuft of yellow thrums (stamens) and in the middle of the thrums thrusteth foorth a small purple pointell; when the whole flower is past there succeedeth an head or knoppe, compact of many graie hairie lockes, and in the solid parts of the knops lieth the seede flat and hoarie, every seede having his own small haire hanging from it'

A concise description of a flower that I have never been able to grow, though it has acquired the name of Dane's Blood or Dane's Flower, (unusual beauty deserves unusal origins says Grigson)
But it did grow on the Devil's Dyke and Fleam Dyke which were associated with the Danes."

Primroses growing on cleared woodland ground

Celandine, wind anemone and violets


January 9th was my birthday and Debby kindly sent me a birthday card which never turned up.  Well yesterday it did, two months late but with this funny saying inside "May you never find frogs in your underpants".

Debby of course will not leave something that is not quite right and she had marched down to the post office to ask what had happened, she had had two letters not delivered to England.  Relationships between the two countries broken down?;)

Anyway I remembered we had a similar phrase "mad as a box of frogs' which alludes to the erratic behaviour of frogs as they hop around.  Apparently to the wise old god called Google it has been around for centuries but only emerged into common usage in the 19th century.

So in a pure childish mood and a dash of nostalgia I offer you Paul McCartney and 'The Frog Chorus - We All Stand Together' and who does not remember Rupert!

Monday, March 4, 2024

Playing trains

'Powering tomorrow'  ?

Well I wasn't going to write anything today but I caught some news that Drax Power Station was using primary forest trees from Canada.  So our greener than green biomass power station was actually destroying the environment maybe?  Than as if to underline what I was listening to, I looked out the window and there was the Drax train just above the trees.  Our station is up high.   The trains cross the viaduct on this side of town and on the other side the 'great wall of Todmorden' which reaches down to the canal has the station above.  I have often heard  the train in the night, I think it does 14 trips a day, but this time it was day time. It is immensely long, the trucks pass by interminably carrying the wood pellets to the Drax station or coming back with  fly ash.

Reading Friends of the Earth,  they say it is old, inefficient, damaging and expensive, and there are better ways of delivering renewable energy.

It is interesting to listen to this CEO  the way he lies then wriggles out of his lies with the ease of a snake shedding his skin.  Article here. (October 2022)

The Great Wall of Todmorden.  Geograph photo

This wall has a history which I have not looked into but it must have taken some clever thinking to build it.  There is a photo here under construction, four million bricks were used.

Friday, March 1, 2024

From the depths of the Guardian News

 Risotto crisis: the fight to save Italy’s beloved dish from extinction | Rice | The Guardian

Also mine.  The ultimate in comfort food.  Also love cooking it, the slow ladleful of the stock water into the pan, the wine to flavour it, and then the final touch of butter and parmigiana. 

That is what Climate Change is all about, the warming of the Earth, glaciers become smaller and there is less water to fill the rivers, and our crops wither away in the heat.  It will happen to others first, in places like Africa, drought will strike, inevitable starvation.  And someone, somewhere will argue that it is not true and we will go on in our gas guzzling way.

Well that was a miserable start to the day.  But on hearing that George Galloway has won the Rochdale seat wasn't helpful.  Like a wild card he pops up unexpectedly.  He reminds me of 'Screaming Lord Sutch', who died in 1999, so cannot stand for parliament anyway.

There are faces I dislike intensely, Farage is one and Galloway comes in a close second.  The bandwagon he has climbed on is the Gaza crisis, which goes from bad to worse but definitely does not need Galloway stirring up the country giving the Conservatives the wherewithal to promise restriction on movement by mostly peaceful protests.

This country, my country is not the Jerusalem of William Blake, it just seems that as we fall from one disaster to another with our idiotic government, there is no hand to stop us falling.  A weak Labour side with a leader who doesn't seem quite clear where he stands.  

Our town is quiet, there is a meeting at the Town Hall on Saturday to discuss where to put the temporary school buildings, while the proper school is refurbished.  The temporary buildings would go in our park, which is an enormous space but a long walk for most mothers with their primary school children.  We, as a town, have entered a 'Flowers in Bloom' competition, all that hard work by the many volunteers to garden the empty spaces and fill them with vegetables and flowers growing is slowly becoming permanent.

I am going to a talk on 'Packhorse Way Tales' at the Folklore Centre' on Saturday, but the best philosophical essay I read this week is by Paul Knight - Philosophy of Landscape: Narrative, Ethics, Welfare.  Knight writes about the Calderdale landscape round Hebden Bridge.  He also wrote an impassioned letter  to the council about proposed wind turbines up on the moors.  There are quite a few wind turbines around but this will be quite a few built in the same area

And if you have a strong stomach John Crace in his most ironic mood.