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Time for winter planning – monstrous bread

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The top photograph of my bread was recorded in a previous diary a few days ago. The bread has now taken on a malevolent form, positively evil in my view at least. I remember that when I was in Durham University between 1964 and 1967 I bought a half bottle of milk which I left outside my rooms on the window sill for the best part of three years. It was interesting to see the changes in the layers of the milk until finally it settled into a creamy layer for the most part, and then about 1 inch of clear water but that took about two years.

This morning I had another web building tutorial with David, the dour Scots who is helping me to create  a sparkling website. There is no question that it’s chalk and cheese working with someone who is not on your wavelength, which tends to be a mechanical communication, and someone who is on your wavelength and understands your questions before you even ask them.

We have been at the site for three days and the results look good but I must spend much more time populating it. It’s all about climate change advocates and so-called climate change deniers  and I’m going to throw several bombs and rockets into the whole thing and show the climate change campaigners that they are the ones that are the deniers because they cherry pick the data to suit their own political aims. Temperatures have been going up and down since time immemorial and for 90% of history, Europe has been warmer than it is now.

First thing today we went off to the dog kennels that I have become enamoured with and gave them a gift of a large clump of pampas grass.

Later on in the afternoon we went off to our favourite place for getting logs, Longleat Forestry, which if anyone who reads this and is within a 10 mile radius of Warminster would like to take advantage of.  The nice thing is that you pick your own logs to suit. You can find the company on the Internet or drive merrily to BA12 7JS. The company is run by a delightful Chinese lady and has been ever since I’ve been going there five years ago. She has a lovely smile and is charming and helpful to everybody. We bought 190 kg of wood which cost us £28.88 and that will last us probably until Christmas. We will then go and get another load and that will last us until next spring.

This is what 190kg of wood looks like

Rain then colder this evening. How am I going to fit in two gardening jobs before next Monday when I will then be officially off work for I don’t know how long after my operation.

 

Climbing a nearly vertical hill.

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Learning a new skill set or modifying my existing skill set fills me with …. anticipation?   My new colleague David from Scotland is starting to tutor me on Avada / Fuison Builder which functions within WordPress. This is for my new site XPexposed.com or Extinction-rebellion-exposed.com. It is fortunately an updated version of the template I’m using for 5Gexposed.com and for BrianSnellgrove.net and will be far more effective for search engines and so on.

Fortunately, David is very patient and he is expert in Avada so I can deal with him with my problems without to much trauma. Screen sharing is very good because he can show me exactly what to do. He knows this topic upside down so I decided to proceed on an element by element basis and get to know the system through understanding the parts, hoping that the familiarity will spread out.

The good thing is that elements of my old template are the same as for the new site so I can jump from the familiar into the unfamiliar with less trauma than if it was say a completely new language like, say, Chinese or Japanese.

The next week is my last week of mobility until I have to rest after what will be quite an operation on Monday, 7 October. I have two gardening jobs to do, car electrics to check, we must go to Warminster to collect wood for the winter, and I must write to my Allotment Association members to get them to pay some money for their rentals.   Some of these elements depend upon the weather, which is varied to say the least, but hopefully from this coming Wednesday it will be better if a little colder.

So I have seven days to make the best of things. We shall see what Mother Nature has to hand out.

 

A return visit to Rockaway park in the rain

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We went off to finish a garden job in Timsbury today. There was very little to do and I’m glad to say that both the client and his wife were very happy with what we had done. I admit it’s a nice feeling to receive money in cash, go straight along to the post office and paying in, knowing that it would appear in the bank account straightaway.

We next went along to the local Methodist church, which has coffee mornings most mornings expecting to find a half a dozen people sipping tea or coffee. Instead, we found a long table at which there must of been about 16 people, all busily knitting. This is a knitting club which happens once a fortnight.

commemorative spade showing 100 years of the Women’s Institute

My friend Graham turned up at midday and I determined to take him to the place that I wrote about last time, Rockaway Park, because I had such a good time the previous week and I thought Graham would enjoyed being of a similar disposition to myself. I’m going to put some images in now. Give you some idea.

look carefully these are sections of a bicycle tyre made in latticed action within a car tyre
This looks a bit menacing to me

a lovely view from the grounds which cannot be seen from the road. Very private.
a crushed car being invaded by nature

We then went along to the Book Barn, a huge shed that claims to have up to 1,000,000 books. We had a very nice tea and cake. I bought a book consisting of the new Testament of the Bible in a very readable form.

This evening I had misgivings about the person I had asked to do my new website. We did some readings on it and found that too much about the person’s background was vague so I cancelled the contract. A very short time later someone called David wrote to me via PPH telling me he was very happy to proceed with the job and showing, most importantly, that he understood about 5G and Extinction Rebellion and all its fakery. We clicked straightaway and as I write at 10:10 PM I have sent a deposit and he is actually working on the site.

Yet another idea is born

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I do not know where I would be, or who I would be, if I could not bring ideas into the world. A free platform is essential for this to happen. I was thinking the other day that people who work for large corporations or indeed any firm with rules and regulations probably lose about 95% of their creativity

I talked to an Indian firm today one with 150 employees and the world willing to help me develop my website for the base rate of £12 an hour. In order to start they wanted me to pay for a block of 20 hours which would cost me £480. They showed me time sheets that they keep. Although they scrolled them quickly down the screen, I was able to see the elements which were actually quite simple. Two actions of adjustments to a website were billed as two hours and I know that if you knew what you were doing it would take 20 min maximum. I will turn them down.

A web designer called Fabrice (that is a male name by the way) wrote to me from Calais, France telling me that he was interested in the job. I would far rather have one person work with me then a corporation because you are going to pay for a load of overheads and for services that you do not need. My requirement is for entry-level technical stuff. He was able to start straightaway and in an hour he made a number of proposals so I told him just get on with it.

I also found someone from Pakistan to do me a logo but it was not very good, but at least it kickstarted me to think of the idea of logos so I was quite happy to pay him 50 quid.

Any new venture is a risk and you risk losing money as well as gaining money but if that is the only thing you think of then your vision is very limited. Best to get on with it. The question is, what is important in life.

This evening we had a committee meeting for the allotment Association. We wondered how allotment holders would take the increase in charges but one member calculated that the average tenant was going to pay about £.50 a week in total for the privilege which we thought was a fair deal. When you consider that water is included in the allotment area when many allotments have no supply of water.

And so to bed. I refuse to watch the news because I’m sick of Boris the Prime Minister and I’m sick of Extinction Rebellion in fact I am sick of the BBC in general. We watched ITV News and it had more dignity about it because I think it is less compromised.

PeoplePerHour

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Sometimes I am my own worst enemy when I should really ask for help instead of struggling through on my own. One of these examples is web design.   WordPress is all very well but you get stuck at certain points and you do not know the full scope of a particular template unless it is shown or explained to you.

PeopleperHour is a service that puts people in touch with those who may be able to help them – for a fee of course. They cover design, web development, logos, WordPress – anything technical.  The problem is that in spite of all my very careful delineation of a project, very few people will take the trouble to read it and they  fire bullets into the darkness hoping that someone will pick up on them. If anyone is in this category ,my advice is to actually read what the buyer or potential buyer wants and write a response as if they had read it i.e. refer to the content.

Any job will attract attention from India or Pakistan. These are technical countries and the young people are very keen on such work because it is comparatively well paid by their standards. The cost of living is about a third of what it is in the West so a charge of £20 an hour doesn’t sound much to us but it is quite a substantial amount to the inhabitants of those countries.

The problem with people from this part of the world is that although they can speak technical English, they do not think English and do not understand the subtleties and conventions of the English language. A sentence that they write can be technically perfect but actually sound dead because it lacks the bounce and the flow that someone who understands the assumptions behind the words would appreciate.

Basically, with PPH you don’t pay until you are satisfied with the product. The problem comes that you have to be hard when someone has done some work which obviously is not up to scratch and you have to tell them. The way around this is to get to know the people first, establish rapport, and you’re more likely to get a better job.

I’ve had some very good experiences on PPH but also some very poor ones where I’ve lost a couple of hundred pounds here and there but overall I’m quite glad to be a member and over the years it has been very useful.

Nothing is without risk so it is buyer beware and be realistic in your expectations. You could give someone a small job and if they do well that give them a bigger job.

Anything can be a work of art

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Our ever discontented neighbour has noticed that leaves from our trees are blowing over his lawn so to pacify him, if that is possible in this life, we have agreed to sweep his lawn from time to time to remove them. Most of the time, the wind does a perfectly good job but on occasions we will need to deal with the balance.

We are short of bread at the moment so I reached in the cupboard to have some of Françoise’s gluten-free bread and noticed that it was attaining a life of its own. Ever keen to make something of it I decided to make a face as a little art installation.

Today has been a creative day from the point of view of my Internet environment. I have just heard that the parents of Greta Thunburg may be prosecuted for child abuse. She is clearly in a state of Post-traumatic shock as was seen in the talk to the UN a couple of days ago. I have decided therefore to build a new site in addition to my 5G site laying out the pros and cons of the current argument for and against ‘climate change’.

I know that the whole thing will come together very quickly as the last venture did in May 2018 when I created the site 5G exposed over a weekend. If the time is right, the energy flows. I just put out an appeal to people per hour which is a website for getting freelancers. I have asked for suggestions for a WordPress type template suitable for the application and also someone who is familiar with the subject and can design a logo.

I went to a local garage to tell them about my misfiring and installing engine and he recommended someone in Coleford, which is a nearby village, where someone has the latest plug-in diagnostic equipment and will surely find the fault. There is nothing worse than driving around knowing that something may happen not understanding what caused it.

The rain is continuing tonight as yet another low pressure area comes through the British Isles.

A challenge of a garden, the eye hospital again

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We woke up to teeming rain, but decided to go along to the local coffee morning at church in Paulton. After that we went to see the lady who had given us the small job with the dog kennels because she wanted help with her own garden. The husband had passed some years ago. He used to do all the gardening works but now it was up to her and she has a certain fear of having a fire fearing that she would lose control.

The job was a long mound about 1 m high of green material that had rotted down into a rather nice compost but there was no way of getting it out because of lack of access. On top of the pile was the detritus of Christmas trees, branches, boards, and in general a rather unattractive area. I decided to make a feature out of the mounds and make a safe fire pit area in the middle. I hope she will like the idea and accept the quote.

Off to have my normal monthly eye inspection. Some of the fluid has returned to my left eye so I must have an injection. When the injection goes in the eye you feel a little pinprick but it does not hurt. Sometimes it looks colourless and sometimes gives a psychedelic effect. The procedure is not long and the doctor spent a longer time making sure the eye was completely free of infection by dabbing copious amounts of iodine on the eyes and eyelashes. Eyelashes are the most prone to becoming infected.

The usual hundreds of paintings were not in the hospital corridors today, but I still saw a few down one end, rather childish in the way. I’m sure this type of art has a genres – native or some some such.

Sarah is my name by Sarah McGreevy

During the waiting, I was reading a book by Dr Tim Ball entitled “Human caused global warming, the biggest deception in history”. It is interesting how far back the idea goes. A later version was quoted by Alexander King in the 1991 publication of “the first global revolution”, which said:

in searching for a common enemy against whom we can unite, we came up with the idea that pollution, the threat of global warming, water shortages, famine and the like, would fit the bill in their totality and their interaction. These phenomena do constitute a common threat which must be confronted by everyone together. But in designing these dangers as the enemy, we fall into the trap, which we have already warned readers about, namely mistaking symptoms  for causes. All these dangers are caused by human intervention in natural processes, and it is only through changed attitudes and behaviour that they can be overcome. The real enemy then is humanity itself.

This is more or less what is happening at the moment with this young Swedish campaigner, spotted and groomed by George Soros. As she is young, people are afraid to state the obvious that what she’s talking about  is completely baseless but it sounds good.

To home against a background of sunshine and showers.

Again, suffering from too much food in the evenings. I really have to cut down because my poor stomach cannot deal with food the way I used to.

Good service – Autumn Equinox – a very pleasing garden job

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The day opened on a pleasant note. During my work of yesterday my Bosch 800 W hedge cutter failed. It was within its guarantee period so I searched in vain for the invoice not realising that the whole thing was conducted electronically. I called the helpline last night at 8 PM, and this on a Sunday evening, to have a bright and cheery voice give me the right number to call –  after having identified that I was a genuine customer.

This morning at 8:30 I rang the number, was told to pack the offending item up and print the label that was e-mailed to me. Tomorrow it’s going to be picked up by FedEx and returned as soon as possible with a maximum delay of 10 working days. There is no question that Bosch is a well-managed company. Attitudes percolate from the top to the bottom so I can tell quite a lot about the management from how the telephone support staff behave and my morning was much cheered by this.

Today is the celebration of the autumn equinox and for us, the only place to go to is Chalice Well in Glastonbury. For a change, there were not that many people which was a relief. At the midday ceremony the celebrant spoke about the importance of balancing ourselves, not only between us and other people but also between our chakras or energy centres. She spoke with conviction and for the first time on one of these occasions there was a round of applause.

This was the scene just before the 12 celebration with a number of people sitting around the fire. There is always a fire irrespective of the temperature. I noticed the lady in purple sitting opposite us and how awkward she seemed to be. I wonder whether she had got her outfit just for this occasion

Glastonbury is a town like none other. And this was a challenge question posed in a perfectly ordinary house in one of the side streets. What are indeed we doing?

This was a lovely design for the season using coloured sand, wheat and berries which was sitting in the front window of one of the shops

Our time today was somewhat truncated because the weather decided to turn against us, in other words, it was raining, but we did our usual circuit of health food shop, Burns the Bread, various second-hand charity shops, a visit to the Goddess Temple if we have time (it was not possible), and then back home where we sat with our friends over coffee and chatted about the world in general.

Earlier in the day, I had completed the garden that I started yesterday on Sunday. It is very unusual for me to want to work on Sunday but I realised that I had two weeks left until I can work no longer the because I will be having my operation. When the time is right, I find that I draw my energy from nature automatically and we made a very productive effort to complete a job. We are always aware of the atmosphere of a garden and this one had a wonderful ambience which enabled us to work better.

Okay, this is a before and after on what was a very pretty garden if a little narrow but it was allowed to go into bad order prior to being rented. The new tenant was worried that he would get a large bill at the end of the tenancy if it was not in good order so this is our chance to step in and fix everything.

This is the end of the garden nearest the house. I did not take the ‘before’ picture but if you can imagine weeds between all the paving stones this will give you some idea.

I have told the tenant that I think it will make an excellent venue for a barbecue or a drinks party or just sitting drinking coffee on a balmy weekend afternoon.

 

A serious bit of retro culture

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Every year, there is an amazing virtual gathering of artists in the Somerset area under the title Somerset Art Weeks Festival 2019. It runs from 21 September to 6 October. There is one event we always visit called Rockaway Park, which is set in a disused quarry on the top of Cloud Hill near Temple Cloud. It houses artists, works of art and supply materials. It really does defy description. Have a look at the website to give you some idea.

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From now on this becomes a pictorial and video description of this crazy place.

look twice at this one. The metal at the side has been cut into the shape of trees, it’s not just painted on. Brilliant.

The owner, Mark, has a fair amount of land and most of it is on a hill. This is an attempt by volunteers to create level ground on which herbs can be grown.  I was told this by the cheerful Helena, one of the volunteers. They need to raise money for actual herbs. I reckoned a couple of hundred pounds for starters. This is a south facing slope so it should do well for Mediterranean herbs.

This picture shows me that we should not underestimate the time and labour created to basically level a steep slope for horticultural purposes. Notice how carefully the foundations of been laid and the girder must have taken some considerable effort to embed in what was clearly hard ground. The fun will come when they start digging out the weeds and creating the right soil for the herbs to grow.

An unexpected request + churches in full bloom

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A lovely blue bright sunny morning. I have an appointment with someone in Timsbury who wants me to attend to his garden. I had initially felt a little  resentful in spending the time since the value of the job as I quoted was rather small but this was soon dispelled when we met the customer. He was a very tall man at 6 foot six, who had served in Iraq and Syria. He was commuting to London to work. He and his wife moved to Somerset because she, a teacher,  had received an offer of assistant head at a local school. We had a very pleasant chat and we agreed a sum for the garden work.

On my return, I was called by a lady, Mrs Ball. I noticed a certain air of desperation in her voice saying that she had not been able to find a gardener to do her mowing and she was desperate because the lawn looked so untidy. I first of all said I would call back later. Then I decided that since she was in some distress I would go and help her straightaway. We packed our tools in the car and off we went. 45 min later the job and been done. The lady said “you’ve no idea how grateful I am to you for coming.” Such thanks make my job very satisfying and in a way makes up for all the miserable customers and potential customers who have no idea what’s involved and what we do.

After thinking that my car has been repaired of its difficulties, again the car starts to stall and just cut out.  Fortunately, it started straightaway if I turned the key off and on again. I came to discover through the day that the problem appeared when the revolutions were reduced at low speed so I decided to keep the car in the third gear thus maintaining the revolutions. Of course, this is only a temporary plan and on Monday I must try and find someone else to sort it.

This is the time of year when flower festivals are held, to celebrate the harvest, and open the church to a wider public. We first went to Buckland Dinham. Below, a poor quality image from a slide show of workers in the very early 20th-century when everything was done by hand and horse power.

This was a local duo who sung folksongs for our entertainment. They remarked that the acoustics of the church was so good that they could actually hear themselves singing.

For such a tiny town it was a shock to me, seeing the percentage of the male population that must have been sent off to the First World War. It is interesting that members of the same family were involved, leaving the wife and young children bereft of support.

Do I sense National Heritage money somewhere? Pews have been removed from the rear half of the church to enable room for the well attended coffee mornings. This was a very neatly designed kitchen when the doors were closed you would think it was just a panel.

We then went on to Mells Church, definitely one for the tourists.

I love the dedication and care of people who painstakingly conceive and present these set pieces. I love the symbolism of a little bucket of flowers at every place in the pews indicating that everybody is valued and welcome.

Later on in the day, we visited an art venue that I can only describe as unique and I shall write this up in tomorrow’s diary.

An afternoon exploration of Shipham

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Shipham is one of those delightful places nestling in the Mendip Hills, where everybody knows everyone else, the butcher sells newspapers and the local pubs are very expensive and trendy. We decided on impulse to take advantage of the beautiful afternoon and make the half hour car journey and take a break from the electromagnetic fields that are creeping up now and also just to have a lovely walk.

We arrived at the village square and were puzzling over our map when a passing local asked us if we needed help. We were having difficulty in finding the starting point for a recommended walk so decided to listen to him instead and we were glad we did. He gave some instructions and within half a mile we found ourselves in the middle of a lovely wood. He said “you will know you’re there when you see a land Rover that never goes anywhere”.  Only in the country could you get such a marker for directions. Sure enough, we found it with the assistance of two jolly dog walkers. It seems that every other person has a dog and fair enough it’s a lovely environment for such an animal to take you for regular exercise.

a rather strange retro building reminiscent of the 1960s, a council flat writ large
This was the Landy that didn’t go anywhere. Closer inspection revealed that this was probably a good idea
this wood is perfect for bikers. good instructions given in several languages
entrance to the open moors
lovely light effects
a stream that made a delightful noise, almost tinkling
four buses each way is not bad for such a small village
an old telephone box with a library in; most of the books seemed quite current
Terribly twee darling. One of those that opens when the owner feels like it
the village green with festive tables where we sat and ate cake

We got lots of FREE hazelnuts courtesy of the wood.They are lying in profusion on the ground at this time of year.

We then drove to a local pub by the name of The Swan. I made a big mistake, forgetting my stomach condition. I had a glass of white wine. Within 10 minutes I had the most terrible bloating in my stomach. I had not bought my medication so I had to suffer the drive home, clutching at my stomach to try and minimise the pain.

So it looks like from now on, no cakes no alcohol.

On the way home we listened to the five o’clock News on BBC and heard about all the Extinction Rebellion people that were holding meetings all over the world. I think this must be the first completely fact free movement. I might even start a website to counteract some of the garbage that is being talked or at least assemble existing information under one convenient cover. It’s more like a cult for well-to-do young people and gullible children coached by their even more gullible teachers.

Varying reactions to giving a garden quote

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I don’t think any two people react the same way to being given a quotation, be it large or small. At the moment, I think everyone’s brains are being fried by Brexit and I don’t know if anyone is capable of rational thought. I won’t mention the mass hysteria which is called Extinction Rebellion, which is a cynical campaign by those who stand to gain from the enormously profitable carbon credits system. I intend to write a blog just about this subject fairly soon. Samuel Pepys commented on the political situation so I am following in his footsteps.

The biggest problem as I see it, apart from lack of money is the naivete on the part of those who want a quote for their beloved garden, in some cases not so beloved. I did a very carefully constructed quote for somebody who had a three level garden, the bottom part of which was full of brambles, as was the common path at the bottom. There was no access through the house so we would have to drag any spoil up a flight of concrete steps and take it to the local recycle. He was a tenant so the landlord obliged him to maintain a certain amount of order in the garden. He wrote back to me saying that “your sense of humour has got the better of you” thanks but no thanks. I just wonder if people put on a show of bravado because they don’t have any money but in that case why ask someone to call and spend their time and energy giving a quote.

On the other hand, today, we did a clearing job for a charity that rescues greyhounds. It was necessary to clear an area of stinging nettles behind the property and also dispose of some accumulated rubbish. As soon as I entered the scene, I felt there was a richness of human nature and caring. Everyone was dedicated to looking after dogs and respecting them, so necessary because of the mistreatment that the dogs have had to suffer. Some of them have never been in a home before would you believe.

We got paid peanuts for the job but I was glad to do it because I felt we were contributing to the greater cause. I discovered a way of enhancing the speed at which a bonfire burns because we don’t like to leave lighted material when we leave even though it looks safe. I use my leaf blower which jets out air at an enormous speed and makes a total blast furnace effect. 5 minutes of that will increase the rate of burning of the fire about 10 fold. Very satisfying. The lady was very grateful and when she paid us said “thank you from the hounds and humans.” www.foreverhoundstrust.org.

The fact is that the lady who gave us the job was very nice and happy within herself. She asked us to come and quote for her own private accommodation which we will be delighted to do. She was prepared to go that extra mile to make us feel valued.

A third quote which happened a few days ago resulted in the customer writing to me saying that unbeknown to her, her son had decided to do the job himself. So thank you very much.

I think I still have to learn to boundary myself from any negative experiences or wasted time because I’m experiencing in a small way human nature in all its wonderful forms. . Thank goodness I don’t have a statutory remit to deal with people who I don’t get on with.

This is so different from last year. I can’t believe then the rate of change of consciousness on the planet is also so great, probably tending more towards insecurity and fear, that I must not grumble although of course I do grumble.   All we can do is to put it out there and do our best to respond to what comes back.

Dare I drive a car? – Why walk out of a lecture?

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A lovely day today with a cloudless sky. A true Indian summer.

After my sister and brother-in-law departed for their home in Croydon I set about clearing out my man-shed. Very frequently, I know that something has to be done but I need a trigger to actually do it. The trigger was yet another special offer in Lidl, a set of plastic transparent drawers of varying sizes just suitable for things like screws, plugs et cetera. Funny, when the time has come you do it quickly and efficiently as if propelled by the wind.

To collect my car, the one that stalls without reason. Unfortunately, the garage  could not find the reason for it, having tried to recreate the problem without success. Although I’ve got the car back  I now feel I’m living with a time bomb. It would have been much more relaxing if I knew what was going on but now, so far as I’m concerned, we could be driving along a motorway at 70 miles an hour and things could cut out suddenly. I shall always keep in the slow lane until I’m quite certain that the car is performing well.

To a talk this evening by a local horticultural group on Indoor Plants. The man told us that he had been interested in this for 45 years and my goodness did it sound like it. We met in a community hall. The acoustics were very bad, and the fan from the projector was between us and the speaker. He spoke in a monotonous voice. I could only hear about half of what he was saying and that didn’t seem to be very interesting. He showed us a slide, said what the plant was an under what conditions it grew.

About 15 minutes into the lecture I resigned myself to being bored out of my mind, thinking of all the other things I could do. To my surprise, Françoise turned to me and said, “shall we go?”. I needed no second invitation. Out we went into the night. Françoise will sit through a film because she wants to see what the ending is even though the film is boring but this example, this event, took the prize for being positively irritating. As we were learning nothing. I thought it better that we leave.

To home, another edition of Grand Designs, a mountain of ironing to do and the watery results of defrosting a fridge.

The few spoil it for the many

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I had cause to go to my garage and claim a courtesy car because my normal vehicle is not functioning. .There was one available, but the lady receptionist told me that from now on the charge was £.30 a mile. This is not an insubstantial amount and I asked her why. She said that the firm was losing money because they had given out cars without charge and people returned them in a less than pristine condition. One person went to Glastonbury for the Festival and returned the car full of rubbish in the boot.

Another lady bought a car in, was told that it was unserviceable, and spent six weeks apparently driving around for no cost trying to find another car to buy. She was difficult to get hold of on the phone and eventually the company had to report the car is stolen. The woman eventually returned with the car but again it was in a mess.

They also run the car completely down to an empty tank and do not compensate for the fuel they have used.

I consider these people selfish and anti-community minded. Because of idiots like this, people like myself cannot have a car for a few days while I wait for the car to be repaired

We went to a talk this evening by a scientist talking about James Watt, the Scottish engineer. He ended up with a talk on climate change, full of the usual nonsense about the demonisation of carbon dioxide, the usual fake charts, the usual avoidance of discussing the middle-ages warm period not to mention the Roman warming period. I think people sometimes lose their brains. Has it not occurred to people that the main cause of global warming or cooling could be the sun. NASA showed that the rise and fall of temperatures was due to the perturbation of the Earth in its orbit. I read that people are being asked not to eat meat, not fly planes, and such nonsense.

I felt like challenging him but I felt that he was so closed minded that it was a waste of time plus the fact that at the particular group,the Radstock Scientific Society, it is not considered good form to criticise a speaker.

There are some occasions when it’s not worth getting involved.

Living a spontaneous life – it works

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On Sundays, I don’t have a fixed idea of what should be done but just let places float through my mind until one jumps at me. En route, the same thing should happen. When I feel like jumping off the intended route and going to investigate something. We always meet interesting people and it is a very stressfree activity.

So, with my sister and brother-in-law, we have another cloudless day so we think a visit to the oft mentioned Cheddar car boot event (search on this site for many references) would be a good eye-opener for them.

If you’re interested in getting used baby clothes, often rusty tools, DVDs, cutlery and crockery, outdated electrical items, this is the place for you. And I believe good bargains can be found. Although there were hundreds of exhibitors, I walked up and down the rows in search of a decent garden fork, the sort that have very thin tines which actually do a digging job well, but could find none.

Off to the garden centre nearby about which I have written many times and then we decided to go to WestHay which is on the Somerset levels. We went to the visitor centre but before that we went to the curious Sweets cafe and Museum, beloved of walkers and bikers everywhere. Here are a few images of this idiosyncratic place where the service is  somewhat amateurish but the atmosphere is wonderful.

there is a definite comradeship amongst cyclists
part of the quirky interior to the cafe
A piece of architectural equipment being reclaimed by nature

To home, Country File on BBC1, Antiques Roadshow to follow, a rather lazy evening watching the television. Our hire car, a Hyundai I10 hire car is amazingly economical on petrol. If and when I stop my gardening activities I would definitely downsize. We did 60 miles today and the petrol needle barely moved.

My beloved Priston music Festival, and a disappointment

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Priston is an affluent village close to Bath, about 5 miles away, which is very attractive to the well-heeled because it is close to work and yet far away from main roads, motorways, etc so it provides an idyllic setting and a very good place to bring up children. Once a year we attend the Priston music Festival with a very full programme run by an enthusiastic group of volunteers and most important – lots of lovely public.

We nearly did not get to it. At 10 o’clock in the morning I was informed that I would not be able to get a replacement car for one gone into the garage for service (see yesterday’s diary). I went through all the usual search engine rituals, looking at these sites plus the aggregation sites which looked like they are actual car hire centres but are actually just agencies for car hire companies. You start by saying which country you are interested in. I found that in two or three cases, either the prices were very high or the software did not work.

Finally, I found a garage and rental centre about 4 miles away called Practical car hire Service. I had a direct line – a blessing in itself-  and spoke to a chap called Ben who said they had one last car available, small but perfectly formed, and I took it on the spot. Thank goodness I did because he told me later that a quarter of an hour later someone else rang up, in precisely my position, saying that their car was in the garage and could they help. Timing is all.

I thought I would have to go to Bath but fortunately for an extra fee they were able to deliver to my house which was an enormous saving time and energy. So midday saw us with a lovely car for which I paid a very good price. Off we went on a lovely sunny day about 20°C with a clear blue sky.

The event itself is very well organised. My brother-in-law is unable to walk long distances for example the Frome Cheese show which was on at the same time which would have been totally beyond him because even if I could have obtained a wheelchair, the ground would have been too bumpy to make it easy to push around. I enclose an image of the map that you can see what a cozy geographical area it is enclosed in. I have written about the Festival before on two occasions, one on 16 September 2017 and one on 17 September 2018. You can gather that we are fans.

The very kind and efficient organiser left a wheelchair for the use of my brother-in-law by the organisers tent and this was gratefully used.

redolent berries by the side of the lanes
I love being nosey and peeping at people’s gardens. This one was a delight what with the sun falling on the main features

There are musical activities on two stages, in the further reaches there is a child’s play area where entertainers and storytellers work their magic. What I like most is the atmosphere created by the villagers. Most of them have nothing to prove. They are competent, literate, expressive, secure in themselves, and are a very friendly bunch. There is absolutely no problem engaging them at a useful level of intellectual acuity. Also as a bonus my normal humour is understood. Most people don’t quite ‘get it’ in my home town.

At this event you can just sit there and watch people passing and entertain yourself watching human nature at its best. It’s nice to see two-parent families looking after their children, indeed nice to see well-behaved children who’ve got a sense of identity. Some young children were sitting listening to stories and become involved.

It is fair to say that public service transport is limited (timetable below) and thus the area is secluded.

children having a lovely time climbing the trees

My wife and I had a number of conversations, together and separately, with people who have very interesting lives. You must never know who you are going to meet.

I talked with a lady about her use of the phrase ‘very wonderful’ and told her that I thought it was tautological. She said that something is ‘full of wonder’. Wonder is an ‘absolute quality’ and cannot be ‘very full’ of that quality. It is superfluous. She told me how she got her sense of words from I think it was the Saturday version of the Independent. I love this sort of banter that should not put people on the defensive.

There was a lady who was going to give a talk on climate change who had the unfortunate experience of meeting with me. I told her that the planet is quite capable of controlling its own affairs, that carbon dioxide is only a very small proportion of the atmosphere and that nature itself controls 97% of any change that may occur. She made the mistake of saying that if all scientists everywhere agree then there must be a case. I replied that this was not true, since 30,000 scientists’ views had been stifled. I explained about the rule, “follow the money” and said that the lie must be propitiated to justify the enormously profitable carbon trading credits. At that point she got a little bit miffed and went off to give her talk.

My sister and brother-in-law were quite happy to sit round and watch everyone do their thing. I commented that it was better than watching TV. Foodwise we have a ritual. We start off by having a very nice quick snack in the pub and then the tradition of tea with cakes served from 2 PM to 4 PM.

18 different varieties of cake, plus scones, jam and cream to boot

A really good performance by URSA (above), a solo project by Bristol-based singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Helen Stanley

The musical stage was in action from about 12:30 PM and there was a enthusiastic and responsive audience as you can see.

We were looking forward to hearing the Fantasy Orchestra, which was due to appear on the main stage at 6 PM. As soon as they started, I realised that all was not well, certainly compared with the experience of previous years. They were not singing together. The leader was making a virtue out of the fact that they were just practicing for performances in the future, both in Bristol and for a tour of the French coastline next year.

The various sections of the performers were not really listening to each other namely the choir, the trumpets, the strings, the percussion. It’s all very well having people doing their spontaneous best and having fun (nothing wrong with that), but I think the audience deserves better than this frankly amateurish performance.

*****

Returning home via the allotment where the Dahlias  grown by a young tenant are ready to be exhibited (below)

We picked enough runner beans to feed a small army and also a few courgettes.

We ended the evening was perfect day by watching the Last night of the Proms (For readers from other parts of the world, this is an annual series of promenade concerts of classical and other music which takes place in London in July through September.

 

 

Why bonding between men is so important

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In the United Kingdom if not elsewhere men tend not to wear their hearts on their sleeves at least the older generation. I attended a Christian men’s group talk in Frome, at the rugby club no less, together with about 30 other men. We normally start off with a curry after having been refreshed at the bar,  then a word of prayer followed by the speaker.

At the moment I landed in the car park, my PAS (power assisted steering), packed up and I learned the hard way how difficult it is to steer a car unassisted, especially when you are hardly moving, and when the weight of the car is so significant. The Volvo V70 is about one and a half tons. There was nothing I could do about it, so I thought to myself that I would not spoil the evening for the sake of a malfunctioning car.

Ironically, the last Volvo I had broke down, just at the time I entered a church car park for a funeral service. Maybe there is a lesson somewhere.

We sat down at tables for eight and amazingly I sat at a table with four people who were from South Africa. In view of my love for that country this is extraordinary. Sometimes you can’t make it up.

Last evening’s speaker was a management consultant who assured us that people who work in the position of CEO’s most definitely do not know what they are doing most of the time and feel lonely because there is no one they can turn to.

He started his talk on the surprising topic of gadgets, particularly his own beloved  robotic mower that he had bought and which mows the lawn automatically at 7 AM each morning. He and his neighbour are in a friendly rivalry to see who can produce the best lawn. The topic moved to how to sell a service to other people. You most certainly do not say to someone “I have got what you need.” It has to be through the asking of questions, the curiosity, of the possible client. The client needs to feel that you are speaking to them for the sake of speaking to them and not for some ulterior motive. In a way, ‘selling’ Christianity, for that is what it is, is educing a change in mindset of someone else where you have to follow the rules just like selling anything else.

On five occasions, the speaker asked us to stand up and move to speak with someone the we had not spoken to before. He gave us a particular question to discuss, for example ‘how did it feel to acquire your latest gadget?’.  This is 1 million times better than having people sitting in separate rows listening to material, however good. I think the human impulse to take part in something is very strong. That is why I think the prime duty of a speaker is to put himself at the service of the audience. I think that at the end of a busy day, concentration is very limited so people don’t want heavy stuff. We were given information in byte-size pieces – easy to digest.

When I went to check my car and possibly to call the AA , it started and drove without complaint or murmur so obviously some temporary thing, maybe a combination of speed, braking, ambient temperature, caused a mandatory dysfunction but when I tried it this morning, it seemed perfectly fine.

*****

Today, more excitement. I’m taking my friends to see Tim when suddenly the whole electrics of the car cut out again. The engine went off when I was driving at about 20 miles an hour. The brakes did not work, the steering became heavy. Fortunately, the destination was at the bottom of the hill so I just made it down but was only able to stop the car with vigorous pulling at the handbrake.

Enter the RAC man, a jolly young fellow with a back problems so it turned out. He could not find a problem because it started for him the first time. Françoise, however, lost confidence in the car because she does not like the thought of it breaking down when she is in control. We asked for the car to be taken to the garage to sit over the weekend and be given attention next week. This is the most inconvenient weekend of all. We hope to go to a traditional country fair tomorrow, Saturday, but alas the garage has no spare car at the moment.

Anyway, we count our blessings. The car did not break down when we were going at speed and everyone was safe and my brother-in-law had a very good session with Tim.

To home, enjoying the hot sun, make a meal and sit and watch TV.

Neighbours- Less is more?

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Françoise has made a great effort to transform this hitherto rather scruffy aspect of the garden. Our Buddha,  instead of being hidden behind weeds, is now centre stage surrounded by nature.

Today, my sister and brother in law are coming to stay for a few days. I have taken the unusual step of arranging for the brother-in-law to see Tim, my genius magical body worker, as a type of birthday present because Tim has the sensitivity to help his body, hitherto tense and out of order, to restore itself so he can walk better. If anyone can solve the problem it is Tim and I have great faith in him.

We do not enjoy very good relationships with the neighbour next door. He does not like the fact that I have trees in my front garden. Every time we meet, he goes on about the trees, what bad neighbours. We are, how his light is being excluded, and any thing else he can think of to grumble about. He has been widowed twice, and it is in his 80s, so I have to make some allowances for him. But even so it is irritating.

Although I know I can tell him to mind his own business, the fact is that my nearest  tree, a Common Lime,  sheds leaves on his front lawn with gay abandon during the autumn season. The best time to prune such trees is in the winter so I’m going to write a diplomatic letter to say that we intend to prune but until that time I will make sure that his lawn is regularly cleared of leaves.

Today’s topic is about reading and retaining. My long-time friend, Richard, tells me that he is a slow reader and me thinks this is a very good idea. I listened to a program from Trans World Radio about a pastor who remarked on the way that people read things without absorbing them. He said that if he had asked his congregation what he had preached on, very few of them would have been able to recall in any detail, apart from a few headlines (I paraphrase here).

There is a definite technique to reading, both newspapers and volumes, which I think I have yet to master. With newspapers. I tried to decide whether the subject matter is of interest to me before even starting it. The writing is for all age groups and interests so I don’t expect to find that all topics are relevant. I normally read or should I say finish off my newspaper, the Independent, in bed at night.

Books are another matter, there are some lightweight volumes that you can pick up and put down without any loss but others of a more serious nature  cannot be treated this way. I am currently reading a book about the persecution of Christians throughout the ages. I thoroughly recommend it for anyone with the slightest interest in religion. It is called “Hatred without a reason.”  . It is a real page turner. It’s not just that all the disciples of Jesus met grisly ends up those who promulgated the gospel did as well. John Wycliffe, the brave soul who translated the Bible into English and had it printed, was eventually imprisoned and strangled to death. We do indeed take the availability of this wonderful book for granted.

My problem is that I get excited when I read about a new idea and I can’t take any more, my brain goes into overload. I think that only with the aid of valium would I be able to sit down for say an hour and read a book of this nature. I’m not quite sure, even at my stage of life, how to attend to this matter. I’m convinced that just reading isolated facts without integrating them with the knowledge that I already have is for the most part a waste of time. The ideal book should change, modify, or refine the mindset and increase the amount of wisdom at least if the book is any good at all.

I could even claim mitigating circumstances from the fact that I’m a Gemini. We love to know a little bit about a lot of topics. I’m not sure whether a lack of concentration is an intrinsic trait of my star sign, but maybe it is just an excuse and with the correct motivation I could impact correct this. There are some books that I can concentrate on, biographies being one, and novels by John Grisham being in another category. On reflection I think the best thing is to get a sense of priority and to lay aside certain periods of the day, during which reading will take place. I can sense that an enormous amount of self-discipline will be required but it will be a great triumph if I could achieve this.

Good food, junk food

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I had quite a bad day yesterday with my stomach. It started well enough, but I made what was obviously a mistake to eat Digitalsome fried salty bacon, from pork, one of the acidic foods. Before I knew where I was I was on a helter-skelter of stomach pains, eating more fruit to compensate, adding some bicarbonate of soda, vomiting up,  and it was no fun at all.

I’m the sort of person that needs to be hit on the head several times before I realise something and this is certainly the case with my food intake. When I was young, I could stuff anything into my mouth and swallow it without chewing, and not suffer the consequences. Now this is not possible.

In your average supermarket, the foods are contaminated with glyophosphate, additives of dubious origin, tasting agents which make you feel that you’re eating the real thing when in fact it’s largely a chemical derivative. Even sacred cows such as milk (ha ha) are vulnerable since what cattle feed on in terms of grass could be contaminated by chemicals. Have you noticed how many non-dairy variations there are  to milk are on offer?. Oat Milk, Rice Milk, Oat Milk, Any Other Sort of Milk. You name it. There is a shelf full of it.

I cannot drink dairy milk at all now without vomiting or at least having it repeating on me. The effects start within about 15 min and carry on for about two or three hours. I often get a bloating of the stomach.

I also love cakes. These are often full of preservative to prolong their life. I tend to go now for home-made cakes which although they may contain sugar, which is on my banned list, they are made from pure ingredients. See the image of the top of this page which I bought from the blessed Women’s Institute stand that I referred to a few days ago. It was lovely and I got no repeats from it. I find that anything containing oats particularly when mixed with dates, is a  rewarding and calm experience. If I just stick to the right foods I’m all right. If I disobey then I’m not all right.

To cheer myself up, I printed out the image below obtained from one of the acid stomach groups on Facebook.

So life is perhaps not so bad.

I feel, rightly or wrongly, that if there was something wrong with the architecture of the stomach, I could not take any food. It’s just that I am allergic to certain types of food and it’s as simple as that.

Oh that life itself were that simple.

Slave labour as a psychic

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I’m quite keen to develop my business as a personal counsellor, psychic etc. Someone pointed me in the direction of a Sky television company. “Psychic Today.”   This is featured on Sky Channel 650.  I was quite intrigued by this because I enjoy working ‘remotely’ in other words completely blind with people I know nothing about. I applied to go on the system and received a standard docket of information, the rules and regulations they had to apply, what you can and cannot say or promise, sticking to the broadcasting standards and all that.

I then came to the page on payment. The idea is that people prepay, or use the premium rate phone number typically £1.50 per minute. For a call lasting up to 10 min I would get £.25 per minute. If the call lasts over 18 min it goes up to a £.30 per minute. If my mathematics is right, the system takes £1.20 and the psychic or adviser gets the balance. The client pays 80% to the company including the telephone firm that provides the communication, and 20% to the person who does the work.

I remember when I started doing psychic readings in 1970 I charged £20 for an hour. I’m now charging something around £80. The most I can earn with Psychic Today is from one continuous hour – £18 – which I personally would find exhausting.  I can well and truly call this slave labour or exploitation.

There is another type of problem that absolutely anyone can ring in and inevitably they will want to know what their future is without being prepared to do the work to make a good futur. For example “will I meet someone?”  or “will I come into money?” These people have not got the first idea about the laws of living and think you can have something because you want it. It is almost impossible to filter out this type of questioning and I would have a very short fuse with these people so that’s the second ground for my being reluctant to take part.

I understand I’m going to be called in a few days to discuss my application and I know what my first questions will be. I think the conversation will be short.

Children’s entertainer ‘removes’ my wife’s bra

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Driving along yesterday Friday we saw a sign saying “Chew Stoke Harvest” so we thought we’d better investigate it. This is a very small village of I would guess about 1000 souls (on checking 998 in the 2017 survey)

It was advertised to be held on Saturday 7 September 2019, 12.30 onwards. On arrival at the village the most annoying thing was that there were no signposts. Presumably because the organisers thought that everyone would know where the event was so we had to drive around a little bit.
We finally found the venue, a field to the east of the town, paid £3 admittance and found a very jolly group of people all intent on enjoying themselves, lots of dogs (well, there was a dog show), lots of children, lots of screaming, lots of running around.

As I have remarked before, you can detect a farmer a mile off. He is big boned, obviously healthy, and quite tall. You don’t mess with these people. If they are used to dealing with harvesters or bulls they have learned to be survivors and wont take any nonsense from anyone.

This was my first opportunity to pick up the ‘jaws of life’ as they are called. There are two versions. One is to prise metal apart, for example the doors of a car and the other one is to cut metal columns. These models are powered by compressed air but new ones are being introduced, so we are told, that will be powered by batteries.
You have to be physically fit to even pick them up.

The Women’s Institute, an organisation I believe to be about 150 years old, make cakes like no other organisation and I joked with the very nice lady that the world would end before the Women’s Institute, so unfailingly friendly and reliable are these purveyors of cakes. We bought some jam, some chutney, some cakes.

Ooops I don’t know what has happened to the code from here on. I must have removed something without realising it.


I totally approve of local buying and selling activity. It keeps a sense of community. It keeps the countryside alive and takes that little bit of pressure off people who otherwise would find it difficult to survive


This was the van of the children’s entertainer that has been completely covered with artificial grass, and a very nice job it was too


The entertainer had a great rapport with the children, but a slight difficulty with controlling them but everything was done in good spirit. He took a liking to my wife and decided to dance with her and then appeared to run off with her bra. He had secreted a bra in his pocket beforehand. Very clever and unexpected and totally inoffensive


We found the brass band to be of very good quality and you can judge this yourself with the above video.
And now, off to the fruit, vegetable and flower marquee. The standard was of a very good quality and I can only give you a small insight here.




The whole lot was very unpretentious and unassuming. It is churlish to talk about value for money but it cost three pounds to get in, which was probably used on the numerous expenses that people are not necessarily aware of, are a small price to pay and we had a lovely couple of hours.
I did not get any particular contact with anybody though Francoise did. It is a very local area and I won’t say they were inward looking, but their attitude to strangers was polite but somewhat distant, perhaps guarded.

A lovely sky scape – cool but pleasant – autumn is coming

I started taking my new folic acid pills this morning at the recommendation of Tim – as I wrote yesterday.  I have been hammering down all sorts of food today and yet the acid stomach has not reappeared. This is an enormous relief. We shall see how long this lasts.

A full day from a bad start

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Last night I suffered a lot from a frozen shoulder and upper arm and decided to write to my genius of an acupuncturist come physio therapist, come healer, Tim. I wrote to him early this morning and asked for an appointment as soon as possible.

About 8:30 AM I received a letter from a good friend saying they would like to pop by and would we available.

About 9:00 AM. I received an invitation from a 5G colleague to appear on an international video chat on ZOOM. This will happen next Tuesday afternoon and I asked for written confirmation, log in details etc.

About 9:45 AM I received notification saying that I could have an appointment with Tim from 11 AM to 1 PM

I wrote to the friends that they were welcome to come at midday and see Françoise and then I would join them later.

The therapeutic session I had with Tim was amazing. I thought I had torn muscle because I could scarcely move it but actually it was a tight muscle in the shoulder that made the arm feel bad. He worked on it for nearly 2 hours, and produced a 95% benefit to my sore limb. We discussed how memories could linger from childhood and he noticed how my body went into defensive mode when it was touched. I was not aware of this until it was drawn to my attention. The ‘alert mode’ started in the shoulder. I came away feeling a new man as they say.

I arrived home to find my friends in conversation with Françoise, we had a very jolly time. It does help I find if people have a similar sense of humour. One person can spark off another one. They stayed for a couple of hours, during which I showed them my blog of last Wednesday and we agreed that all four of us would go off to Avebury, weather permitting, and see prehistoric Britain at its best or should I say one manifestation of it.

We then had a visit from a friend of Françoise who has had a difficult life. She was brought up in care, and finds it very difficult to assert herself. As a result, she married a man who expects her to behave like a servant, who will do no work around the house and expects his meals on time. Worse than that, he and his son spend all the time in the loft on their computers. Father and son back each other up so there is nothing much she can do.

The friend is afraid of showing emotion to her husband, for example crying, for fear he will shut up or turn away from her. She is about 70 years of age and although she is starting to stand up for herself, she has a long way to go before she can call herself independent.

I have decided to stop watching the news because the state of the government at the moment is so embarrassing. Much better watching decent videos, writing this diary, maintaining my 5G site, and reading the pile of books sitting half read on my bedside table.

Tim gave me some pills that would stimulate the digestive juices which I have to take with meals hopefully obviating the need to take Omeprazole.

I have more or less accepted the fact that there will not be much more gardening work this year and will simply live off savings for the moment. If I had to survive just on a pension. I don’t know how I would manage.

I went to Sainsbury’s this evening to get a few things. The woman at the till has a sense of humour. She wished the previous customer a good evening and a good weekend. I remarked to her teasingly that why limit it to the weekend. Why not wish him a good month or even a good year. she got her revenge on me by wishing me a happy Christmas.

Today was as good as yesterday was bad. A result.

The time of plenty

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At this time of year, we can sustain ourselves for the most part on what we grow on the allotment. Not everything performs the same way every year; no two years are the same. We have had good supplies of onions, potatoes, beetroot, spinach, runner beans, nasturtiums (which we eat), and blackberries. The damsons on the right were given to Françoise during a garden visit.

This means that I don’t eat as much meat as I normally do and frankly I don’t miss it. On the other hand, I notice that if I don’t eat meat twice a week. I feel I’m missing something.

*****

This evening, off with the Garden group to a house called Whitewood Lodge which is near Bristol, but unfortunately under the flight path from Bristol airport so they are disturbed from time to time, even though by the time the planes pass over they are about 20,000 feet up.

The couple whose house moved in 30 years ago and have basically transformed a field into a very intimate informal space.They have put themselves on to the National Gardens Scheme which means they open a few times a year, collect five pounds a head, and pass the income to a good cause connected with gardens.  She entertained us with very good home-made cakes and tea. Unfortunately, I had to accept normal milk which I thought I would get away with, but alas within about 20 min the stomach acidity started again.

The Ancient village of Avebury, Wiltshire

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a beautifully designed and loved shop “The Henge” in Avebury

Today Wednesday was a bit of a sad day because the gardening job I had looked forward to doing had been taken from me on the spurious pretext. Since either of us have anything much to do with decided that it was time for a walk.

We need a pleasant day to counteract the dreadful shenanigans going on in the houses of Parliament where the government seems set on a process of self destruction. How on earth can we leave the European Community cleanly when there is so much infighting and where no party has a majority.

Since we are both members of the National Trust it would make sense to go along to one of their properties, so I skimmed through the Handbook for 2019 and, as things always seem to do, one property jumped out at me, Avebury. It is some time since I have been there and I thought it would be nice to go along and see how it has changed.

The properties are most definitely controlled by planning rules and regulations. I did not see one sky TV aerial site so I don’t know what they do for reception

It is in fact a miniature village consisting of a couple of streets at the most. You could almost say it was a hamlet. Due to fairly draconian planning rules the whole appears almost frozen in time for the most part very carefully managed by the National Trust. It was a joy to go round. I was very glad to visit at a time when there were no schoolchildren because they had gone back to school so us adults and particularly those of pensionable age were allowed to roam without impediment.

Françoise giving an impression of Anne Boleyn, trying not to look as she is suffering too much.
an 18th-century kitchen

I was very impressed by the motivation of people in Avebury Manor. As soon as I entered a room, be volunteer host step forward and gave us a miniature description of the room with great enthusiasm that they must have said the same thing hundreds of times before. They obviously love working there. there is a hands-on approach where you can lie on Boyle beds, dress up in the clothes of the time and generally touch things. Heaven for children but a nightmare for the staff I would have thought.

The Manor  is a building where many different historical periods are represented in the rooms right from Tudor on to the beginning of the second world war. In other words, it was a bit of a set piece but nonetheless charming for that. I love looking at huge old kitchens with gleaming brass ware and everything done by manual labour. Against one wall there was a huge cooking range fired by coal.

Our National Trust membership saved us about £37 in terms of car parking, entry to Avebury Manor, and entry to a museum. I’m not paid to say this but frankly the National Trust membership pays for itself many times over. The day was lovely, white cloud scudding across the sky, about 20°C just right for walking.

The National Trust are investing in this very popular place including doubling the size of a very small cafe which should be opened later this year. I shall make the effort to return and view
every feature is well signposted and explained

Finally, we went round the stones which are huge, it makes you wonder how they managed to get them there after having transported them long distances then we can say that about the pyramids. Some say that the pyramid stones were moved by the power of sound i.e. resonance.

hundreds of sheep do a very good job including the grass and fertilising the area
there is a lot to learn about these enigmatic ancient stones and you can find books about them in the Henge shop
I was most amused to see these cars with similar registration numbers. Evidently they belong to a husband and wife who live just around the corner.

The village itself is so small you can miss it if you blink. There is an excellent second-hand library run by volunteers and a little post office, amazing for such a small conurbation. I suppose they make their money mainly from tourists.

This is harvesting time which in Wiltshire is quite spectacular due to the large size of the fields. Everyone seems to store their hay in a different way, some are in circular rolls, and some like this just stacked up

We stopped at a flight of locks in Devizes. They never cease to impress. Two years ago some lazy person left a lock open after passing it and the resulting slide caused £3 million worth of damage on a nearby housing estate.

Carbon Dioxide, how to listen – the stomach (once again)

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<rant mode on> Part of my psychology is involved in sorting out the truth from falsity. I resent the fact that most of what we are told – about everything – by the main stream media is either a lie or a cover up for a lie.

On the topic of ‘Extinction Rebellion and the carbon dioxide ‘debate’  Have a look at this video by Patrick Moore PhD from the website ‘Conversations that Matter‘. or his campaign site.  Spot the difference between this authoritative interview and what passes for news on the BBC. We are in dire need of impartial facts. <rant mode off>

Whilst we are on media matters, and as a very good follow-on from the previous paragraph I’m a great fan of Jordan Peterson and about the topic he covers here which is very rarely faced. He makes enemies and friends in equal measure and I do invite you to watch this video, which lasts less than 5 min, which is called “how to really listen to other people”. I think if the whole world followed this  model, it would be a much better place.

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Bad news today. Yesterday I was contacted by a lady in Timsbury who had a garden clearing job. It was just up my street, small, compact and untidy with a tree to be taken down. Because of my skill set I was able to offer this for a reasonable price. Today I received a text saying that unbeknown to her, her son and a friend had agreed to do the garden so my services were not required.  What happened was (my theory) that her son had been promising to do the garden for ages and when she telephoned him to tell that I was going to do it, his conscience was tweaked and he said that after all he was intending to do it any way. I will believe it when I see it but then not much I can do after she has said “no”.

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A restless day during which my stomach did not perform well. I did not make many demands of it. I joined the Acid Reflux/GERD/LPR support group on Facebook.  It’s good to know there are fellow sufferers. Diet has a lot to do with it. Cancer cannot thrive in an alkaline stomach so that should give a clue.  I can consider myself lucky. Samuel Pepys, the inspirator of this diary suffered from a young age from bladder stones in his urinary tract—a condition from which his mother and brother John also later suffered. He was almost never without pain, as well as other symptoms, including “blood in the urine” (hematuria). By the time of his marriage, the condition was very severe.

Still miserable about losing my garden job.

Sensuous things that I really enjoy experiencing

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Are you ready for a list?

Painting – Taking a brush, daubing it with paint and putting it on fresh wood and making sure it is evenly spread

Eating – wiping your plate clean after a delicious meal; having an ice cream on a hot day and finding it doesn’t give you indigestion

Printing – receiving a brand-new printed version of what you requested on the Internet be a business card or leaflet and seeing that it is exactly what you wanted

Partners – when two people have the same thought at the same time (it can be annoying though – who claims authorship)

Gardening – using a sharp chainsaw, cutting down a tree and seeing it crash to the ground; hearing customers say that they are really happy with the job that Françoise and myself have done.

Drain cleaning – using a hose or rod, unblocking a drain and seeing the water flow freely again

Bank accounts – reconciling my accounts with my statements

Allotments – digging potatoes and finding nice big tubers with no disease

Driving – being aware that your automatic gearbox is doing its job so smoothly that you can scarcely hear when the gears change

Parking – driving along the road looking for a space and seeing someone leave just at the moment you had given up

Bedtime – getting into bed between newly aired sheets when you are really tired

Travel – the satisfaction of seeing a petrol station selling pas at six pence per liter cheaper than another one just when you need to fill up.

The morning – drawing the curtains on waking and seeing a clear blue sky on the very day we want to go out

Winter evening – sitting in front of a log fire and enjoying its warmth. Much better than sitting in front of central heating. The fire lives.

People – seeing and recognising someone you haven’t met for ages; receiving correspondence from someone you never expected to hear from

Intellect – getting the aha moment when you realise something for the first time or shall we say ‘connect the dots’.

Strangers – meeting a stranger in the street or public place and having a wonderful conversation with someone you have something in common with

Motor car or machine – finding an engine starts first time after months of disuse

The seaside – Spring tides crashing over the promenade

The tides at Richmond, London – a special form of satisfaction when the Thames has the very high tides in March and September. The path adjacent becomes flooded and people can easily get caught, including having parked their car on what they thought was a safe area.

For me in particular – doing a psychic reading and hearing someone say that the reading was very helpful and spot on.

Shops – seeing something you really wanted for sale at half price.

Tax – receiving a tax rebate notice in the post


As they say, the best things in life are free

The beauty of nature- going the extra mile

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Altocumulus lenticularis clouds spotted over southern Chile by Jennifer Chiang. This is from the Cloud Appreciation Society, a wonderfully quirky organisation that collects wonderful and innovative images of clouds. Look them up.

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I have just gone to buy some milk before Sainsbury’s closes. On the way, I saw a woman struggling to cross the road, apparently almost blind, with her guide dog. She stopped halfway across the road because the dog stopped, hesitated a bit and then rushed across the rest of the road. I thought to myself, what a hopeless handicap this is and how much courage it must take just to get up and go shopping. We must not forget people who have no voice.

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I refer to above “going the extra mile”. I had cause to meet the estate agent who sold us our current home in Midsomer Norton. He is called Sam Chivers. We met outside his office and he immediately recognised me, though we had not met for at least five years. He greeted me warmly and I asked him how things were going. He said that he and his wife, who started the business were working up to 16 hours a day when they first started but now things have settled and become more stable. He says he goes the extra mile by asking people not just what they want in terms of accommodation but a little bit about them as a family, where they lived before, something about their job, and as a result he builds up an accurate profile which enables the company to target the offers much better.

He certainly did that with me. I remember being called about 11 o’clock on a Monday morning when I was living in London. There was absolutely no question that we accepted his recommendation to view the property and on a horrible rainy Wednesday morning we arrived. By that time, five other people have made offers. There is something about a cul de sac and something about a bungalow that is very attractive to the market. When there is no passing traffic, anyone who visits the close is scrutinized carefully. In other words, you cannot arrive at the close without being observed by somebody. This is very good for security reasons. During the time we have been here, I don’t think there have been any burglaries touch wood.

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I had to rest last night after a stomach problem which I think I have solved. I have to completely cut out dairy products. In other words, milk, cheese, butter and also alcohol. These substances cause my oesophagus to become inflamed and caused me to be physically sick as well as giving a horrible acid feeling to my stomach. It is called acid reflux. It’s all to do with pH value which has to be kept within certain limits in order for the stomach to its stuff without pushing acid up into the throat.

I finally realised that there are specific causes, irritants if you like, and in general there is nothing wrong with my stomach as such. It’s just that I have become allergic. Remedy – self-discipline. Touch wood as I write today at 17:28 my stomach feels fine. For breakfast I had a Weetabix, oat milk, berries and a cup of ginger tea. For lunch I had a steak pie with salad. Fingers crossed I have contained the problem. Much better than taking pills which don’t really get to the root of the situation.

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Anyway, we decided to go to visit Chew Magna and the lake adjacent to it, which is owned by Bristol Water. There is a lovely sailing scene there and we decided to go on a walk for an hour or so.

bright sunlight making dappled patterns on the path
this was a tree that had fallen over and nearly broken its root but the residue was able to feed the tree and help it to grow again
nature in full action. Air, Earth, fire and water. the tree is dying and its residues are going in to the water to other young life

We had a nice meeting and chat with a lady who enjoys traveling around. She had just returned from Ireland and told us of all the beauty there. She told us how much she enjoyed making photographs with her iPhone and shared some of her pictures of magical places with us.

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On the way home, we stopped off at the Book Barn International, one of the largest repositories of second hand books in England.

someone has elegantly carved the words BOOK BARN into a book and made an artwork out of it

Françoise decided to look for books connected with essential oils. I decided to take the opportunity to have a cup of coffee and a croissant in the restaurant section.

They claim to have over 1 million books here all of which are catalogued so you can look them up on their computer. Most of them cost £1. I have bequeathed my books to the Book Barn as appropriate. I cannot bear the thought of my lovely books ending up on the skip (dumpster to my American readers) and would rather they found a good home.

this establishment attracts people from a very wide area. It is not in the same category as the Hay on Wye Book Festival but it is vast.

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I’ve been listening to the interesting series on 5GDanger. Many of the videos’ topics are about danger to the human being. There are two types of approaches that scientists can take; one is to the energy field or aura as I would call it and the other one is a more mechanical examination of how the cells behave. Red blood cells are damaged even if someone has a mobile phone near their ear for say 15 minutes.

One phrase of the speaker, who is a Ph.D. rang in my mind

Where the mind goes
Chi follows
and flesh and blood follows that