a mysterious hole in our fish pond.

Sooner or later, the rubber or other synthetic material which stops the water getting out of your pond will spring a leak. It could be due to a root of a plant trying to get through, some unfortunate person with hard shoes waiting in the pool, or just sheer old age.

I’m so determined to find the leak but I don’t really want to accept the fact it will be cheaper to start again and get a new liner. I emptied out the water and found a crack but I didn’t see another adjacent crack along a fold in the liner. putting in a new layer of liner on the old layer doesn’t work because the water will find it’s way out somehow. we have put the seven goldfish into a holding tank while we decide what to do. it is amazing the number of types of creatures that live in, near, or under water including several frogs who like minding their own business in the crevasses.

I’m going to have to buy some new material, hang the expense and do it anyway.

Off to Cheddar Boot fair

Snobs – do not read this.

I absolutely love outdoor (or indoor) boot fairs, jumble sales, anything where you can pick up a bargain for 50p and maybe find the unexpected. Although the big Cheddar boot fair goes on rain or shine all year I prefer to go when the weather is clement so the weather being fine and promising off we went. I as usual was determined not to buy anything but of course I did. I found a very nice pair of working boots, almost new, for £2 which were a perfect fit. I bought two Duracell 9 volt batteries for £2.40. No two boot fairs are ever the same so I enclose a couple of pictures to show the variety.

This event is very popular amongst Russian and Polish people who like a bargain as much as anyone.   The most popular ones are children’s clothes so there is no need for any parent to buy anything new. Towards the end of the day people give away stuff for nothing. They want to get rid of it and its better than going to the recycle in their minds.

A la mode Frome- the place to be (seen)

Today a cold and rainy start, a depression from the Atlantic (how depressing). Off to the men’s group for a breakfast which we have in the Somer Centre, which is right slap bang in the middle of the town. There were about 10 of us and we had a very nice meal to start the meeting with very good local sausages and bacon. It is lovely to have a meal without food additives.
A local Methodist minister was giving us talk about a training session that was going to happen over 8 weeks next year and had been developed for people who wanted to spread ministry in the local community.

Eight experts would give us different views on how to tackle the problem of communicating any sort of face, and I thought it would be a very good idea because all these people would be based in the secular world and would bring their own point of you. My own concern when numbers and that the group should not be drawn from the same group of people who meet each other month after month. I do not think enough cross fertilisation would take place especially as most of us are over 70 and would perhaps take an academic interest. We need men of 30 years and over I would suggest but these are busy with their children and their family in general apart from the business of earning a living. We shall see on this one.

I did have a small disagreement with people in the group about the venue for the next meeting. We had chosen Wetherspoon’s the new pub. I complained that the environment was was far too noisy and that food could not be guaranteed at a certain time where is where we are now we prepare all the meals and bring them on at the same time so the limited window for the speaker would be interrupted buy waitresses coming in. There was no space which was closed by a door so we would have to put up with the noise of the restaurant which even first thing in the morning would be noisy because noise travels. I wrote to the chairman of the group saying that if it was going to be in this pub I would not attend

Back home, passing the monthly farmers market where the attendance was well down due to the rain. Such a pity because we do need quality products to be made available to us that are not normally to be found in the local supermarkets much as I like Sainsbury’s and Lidl they tend to stop for small town thinking rather than the food that my wife has been used to.

Off to Frome, In the rain but it’s not too bad to have a look at a vegan Festival in the Cheese and Grain Hall where they have talks, music, exhibitions, you name it. I went to fill up my car on ASDA petrol, which sells it 8 pence a litre cheaper than local. I know it’s not an awful big saving but I get satisfaction out of getting more in my tank.

On the way we stopped off at a new bakery which bakes bread on the spot and serves coffee and cake and little bits and pieces to the trendy people who work in Bath and Bristol with their dutiful if worn out wives and exuberant children. They have an innovatory ‘breast nest’ for nursing mothers. Love it.

We then went along for a coffee to the Codero Lounge, another trendy establishment which did not look much from the outside, but was obviously a converted department store with many art works on the walls.  I had one of the beset coffees I have ever had, and the Australian waitress was glad to briefly chat with us.
Off to the Vegan exhibition which I found incredibly dull. Francoise  observed that most of these stallholders were either English or European people married to someone of another country.   Out into the rain.          Off back to a jumble sale at the local Boy Scouts  in Radstock where they offer quite good clothing and bric-a-brac for 50p or £1.  The Scouts have a very good reputation in this area as I’m sure they do in most parts of the country. I think the best thing most parents could do for their children is to take their mobile devices off them if especially they’re under 12 and encourage them to join the Boy Scouts or Girl Guides. At the rate we are going, these children will make inadequate parents.
Next,  we discovered a new Polish shop, the famous Polski Sklep which had just opened in an alleyway on the main street.  I forget that the culture of Poland is entirely different and my attempts to smile and congratulate them on their arrival met with blank stares.   we spent about £10 on various types of food just as an experiment. The Polish are very good at soups, tinned fish,  and a very good drink called Kefir which is actually like yogurt.   I shall use it to calm my stomach.
Off to home, to a late lunch, and my ministrations with  my 5G website and this diary.
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If you want something REALLY strange, check out this video. It’s called ‘Mel’s Hole’.

A mysterious tapping noise finally identified

We noticed this mysterious tapping sound a couple of days ago and thought it was someone with a trowel doing a rather tricky building operation but this morning we have discovered what it was. In our garden is a large mirror which I rescued from the recycle. we discovered that a robin was quite convinced that there was a competitor looking at it and it was typing away to try and defend itself. We turn the mirror around to try and distracted but it went round the other side and attacked it again. It did not seem to learn or did not have the perceptive apparatus to see that it was itself. He caused me to ponder if I do the same thing myself, do something which doesn’t work and yet carry on doing because I can’t think of anything else to do.

My field of Interest is 5G and smart meters. Next May, there will be a conference at which people who have an alternative view of life will assemble together. it is currently a Red Pill mutual comforting Society against the bad world outside. Although many of the talks are doom and gloom, there is very little discussion about how to spread the word without putting people off when the general public is concerned with their own lives and what happens tomorrow. It is the most difficult thing in the world to convey an unpleasant subject. Yesterday I had an article published about smart meters. The local journal is read by about 10000 people as a guess and yes I had only one person who looked at my links to a site dedicated to smart meters. the degree of apathy in this part of the world is quite high when people are sticklers for tradition. they do not believe what they cannot see. I can understand this in a way but with such a dreadful prognosis for us as human beings it is even more understandable because if people are frightened of something, they will not think constructively about it.

Off to a gardening job which we are doing for virtually nothing, £60, because the lady doesn’t have much money and let’s face it the job is not enormously difficult. By her house is the following sign. not too many years ago the house in which we are living was fields populated by Sheep. houses have invaded the countryside. Anyway we did the job which consisted of cutting some hedges and then had a chat to this woman who gave us some jam. Her husband died last January, quite recently really. Normally I reckon it takes a couple of years to recover from death of a partner especially if you’ve been with them for several years. It turned out that she was a genius at making jams.

Francoise my partner loves making jam so they had a very good chat at the end and the lady, Shirley, who happened to be from Zimbabwe but lived in kwazulu-natal province in South Africa for some time, gave her some very precious secrets about getting the best results from jam making. this was priceless. This is what he meant communication should be about. Francoise left with a pot of jelly which was suitable for pork or beef. More importantly though she was invited to come anytime she liked to have a chat about jam. This is how Communities are made and built up, slowly but surely as the years go on. A delightful day

Tomorrow, there is a vegan festival in Frome followed by a Boy Scouts jumble sale, followed by some music at the local working men’s club  in Radstock, but the forecast is rain . Sunday promises to be a lovely day and we should probably spend the day going for walks and passing the time and some fairly laid-back fashion. It’s amazing how quickly the time goes these days. It’s only yesterday since it was June, and the start of summer when I saw no point in going away because the weather was so good.

Things to be grateful for

It seems that this havoc was created not by the tsunami itself but by the liquification of the ground where it turns into a sort of slurry and simply buries buildings or moves them at its own will. how on Earth this mosque apparently moved into the sea is beyond my understanding but it does remind me of the transitory nature of this life and how we should never take anything for granted. As we move into this more dystopian face, which could be the final phase, of the history of this epoch I reflect on the things that I can be thankful for.
good health (relatively)
functionality in other words two arms two legs, the ability to get around
good eyesight and hearing
a secure place to live without overcrowding
supply of water, gas and electricity
a place where I can walk around without fear
the means of earning a living
friends that I can rely on in times of need
good communication with other people in the virtual world
enough bread to put on the table and a little bit for holidays and luxuries if I need it
the opportunity to participate in meaningful work as I see fit
the ability to express my personal and political views without being imprisoned, though this is changing alas
the right to access medical care in the event of need.

I was listening to a program on the world service of the BBC called outlook which features real people and real situations and there was this chap who was imprisoned in Saudi Arabia I think it was on the full stars that he murdered his wife. He was imprisoned for 2 years in a small cell about 3 m by 2 m with 5 other people. He was 6 ft 4 in height and found it difficult to either stand or lie down. He had half an hour out of the cell per day in order to wash, do his ablutions, and exercise and yet his great faith and spirit enabled him to carry on on his release. He trained as a lawyer, goodness knows how, and gave advice to other people in his situation of how to appeal for a release. We have no idea what the term suffering means.

I am suffering, if I can use that word, from electrosensitivity at the moment when I feel sick when I sit at my computer for longer than a certain amount of time, and even when I hold the mouse, I get prickles in my left hand. I’m trying to diminish the effect of the fields. That is a minor inconvenience compared with the man above.

Back to RUH, some lovely works, on to the Victoria Art Gallery

My stomach is giving me trouble, so off to the specialist to do a scan or ultra scan. What the difference is between the two I’m not quite sure but anyway they put some jelly on your stomach and peruse the inside of the organs which include everything from the top of the rib cage downwards. I seem to have some polyps but no gallstones and a little bit of a hernia about which I will be chatting to a specialist.   I know that’s riveting information for you but I would like to encourage people to go to their doctor and avail themselves of the service is freely offered by the National Health Service before it goes into private hands and you have to start paying.
Before and after the appointment I had the opportunity of looking at the splendid works of art which are always present on the corridors of the Royal United Hospital in Bath. Anyone can go in and have a look. You don’t have to be a patient. It is to all intents and purposes a public gallery. You can buy them if you like and a percentage goes to the hospital.

On to Bath itself and to the Victoria Art Gallery, where there were advertisements, or pieces of art work I should say, relating to London Transport in the 1930’s and to other matters. Enjoy them.

An era where teachers were respected or maybe revered. The Victoria Gallery is small, tiny compared with the huge galleries in London, but it always has something to offer and we have been there many times.

Off to the bijou park by the river to consume lunch in the lovely autumn sunshine.

A brilliant triptych of a day.

For those of you who are not familiar with the term triptych it is  borrowed from art where three sections of a picture related to the same topic are displayed.   My day was nicely divided into three.   The only cloud on the horizon was the fact that Brent crude oil is now $80 a barrel which means that instead of paying 129.9 pence per litre unleaded petrol it’s probably going to go up to 135 pence or even 140 pence.  Anyway, leaving that aside for the moment……

A splendid day which started off with my getting the leaving service of Guy Edwards one hour wrong so I turned up at 11 a.m. To find the service almost finished. In fact it went on for some time  but at about 11:30 everyone came out. I made my confession to guy that I got the time wrong but he said will come along to the party anyway which was in the church hall opposite the church here in High Littleton.

Martin Roberts with his family and Guy Edwards the departing vicar

There were about 60 people who attended. I met the presenter Martin Roberts of ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ (above)  which is a popular daytime programme on BBC who apparently lives locally with his delightful family, three children.   I do love meeting full-on type people because all their antennae are waving in the breeze and they instantly pick up on anything you say and examine it and question you.

I had the chance to get my pitch in for 3DS, smart meters and mobile phones and he got it straight away so he was completely amazed and uninformed which is not surprising bearing in mind the reluctance of the media to talk about such things.   Next to him was a very traditional dapper chap in a tie who had a deep understanding of sanskrit and had travelled all over the world.  On a good day the Church of England does have some very interesting people as I’m sure do all religions but I’ve been brought up in the Church of England so I would say that wouldn’t I.

I must say church people know how to lay on a spread if they want to I enclose two impressive videos. A single image would not have done justice to the spread hence the use of video.

We then made a presentation to Guy, birthday candles, general jokes and light heartedness but a very good brief address by a retired preacher.

Not included in the video was a funny poem written by one of the ladies, reproduced below.

A good time was had by all and there was a very strong sense of blessing  and made me feel that in spite of all the dreadful things going on in the world there is still the ability to share, to put your troubles aside and celebrate human caring and faith.

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The second part of my triptych was waiting for me at home in the form of a friend I had met through a circle group which is I suppose another name for a forward looking committee. We were discussing the value of the internet in general and how valid it was as a vehicle for expressing one’s own beliefs. I was informed about 2 new websites where people discuss the difficulties that men and women face when they interact, where such topics as feminism is discussed.  One was called ‘men going their own way’,  MGTOW  and the other one was a very niche sounding Chateau Heartiste.  You can look them up on the Internet if you like but they are both quite intellectual sites containing people are capable of showing a concentration span longer than 5 seconds which I understand is about the average these days.

Facebook has been designed to be addictive and like all drugs it is very difficult to wean yourself off from the small doses of dopamine that you receive every time you get a like or a comment. Overall I believe it diminishes the art of disagreement.  You either abuse the other person or simply walk away.   My website on 5G is very comprehensive but most people don’t get beyond the first page also, most people visit from mobile environments where it is more difficult to appreciate the sheer scope and size of the offerings I have on hand.

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The third part of the triptych was dinner with two friends in Bath.  There is something very pleasant and womb-like about being in an environment  where you can tell jokes, often very bad jokes, and actually be appreciated for who you are.  I sometimes wonder whether I’m losing the art of conversation but I realise that in the right circumstances there’s no stopping me and it is immensely stimulating  and brings out all sorts of wisdom that I didn’t realise I had. I love doing spontaneous psychic readings for people and when I don’t try too hard I get it bang on each time.

We have a plan to have people round of a weekend, typically, workers who are stressed by a difficult working environment. I hope to start this next spring. We cannot actually put people up because our place is too small but we can entertain them during the day and give them the feedback they require to sort themselves out somewhat. The main environment in UK is one of make and mend, hopeless prevarication about Brexit,  lying policeman, corrupt judges, and in fact we get more like America each day. I regard America as the gateway to hell sad to say.

 

This Hellish desert pit has been on fire for 40 years.  There are places on Earth that are a little creepy, places that feel a little haunted and places that are downright hellish. The Darvaza gas crater, nicknamed by locals “The Door to Hell,” or “The Gates of Hell,” definitely falls into the latter category—and its sinister burning flames are just the half of it. Located in the Karakum Desert of central Turkmenistan (a little over 150 miles from the country’s capital) the pit attracts hundreds of tourists each year. It also attracts nearby desert wildlife—reportedly, from time to time local spiders are seen plunging into the pit by the thousands, lured to their deaths by the glowing flames.

But as I write the day after, (another sunny blue sky Monday)  the sun shines and I’m reading in the paper that at least 800 people  have been killed in a earthquake in Indonesia and have lost all their possessions. Who am I to complain?

 

 

 

A day of stillness but sounds of disharmony

Another lovely morning.  I drop my wife off at a sewing workshop at the quilt centre here in Midsomer Norton and on my return went to see a gardening client who wanted me to cut a very large and unwieldy hedge. It is very difficult to estimate an acceptable price because people’s expectations are so different.  Some people have to save every penny and other people are not bothered about the price so long as it’s done.   I never give a price on the spot and always think about it before telephoning them the next day.

Radstock museum is showing an exhibition of virtual reality with respect to the conditions that the Miners had to put up with. I visited and paid £5 for entry which entitles me to unlimited return visits for a year. I saw a somewhat sanitised version of what it must have been like, the lighting was better and I suspect the tunnels larger than they were in real life. I did not realise the extent to which seams have to be abandoned because of a breakout of an underground stream, a not uncommon occurrence apparently.

Back home for a lunch consisting of cooked chicken mixed with mashed potatoes and a few beans. It may not sound very glamorous but it does the fill the corners.   The needs of my stomach a changing and I find that if I have my last meal about 4pm, my stomach settles and  I can have a very good sleep.  Evening meals are only possible if I don’t have lunch.

Prior to that I went again to the new Wetherspoons, thinking of having lunch there but again there were many people waiting and I got the impression they didn’t have enough staff because every day it is full. I think it will take a couple of months to settle.  I heard that last Friday they had their first fight.  I must say that acoustics are very poor and you need to find a quiet corner if you want to actually be heard by your eating companion.

An article of mine on smart meters is going to be published in the local paper on Wednesday.  I was very encouraged to read that in moneyweek.com there was an article entitled  ‘say no to smart meters’. Here is my entry in my 5exposed.com website.   Governments and companies have invested an enormous amount in this fraud and I feel it is backfiring on them.

SM00082   Moneyweek.com   Say no to smart meters.  The government’s money-saving, energy-tracking revolution has turned into another costly damp squib. They were hailed as a technological advance that would save us all money, eliminate billing errors and revolutionise the way we use energy in our homes. But so far, smart meters are proving to be anything but a smart decision….. Pub 28 Sept 2018 Added 29 Sept 2018

I’m writing this in the evening.  I have just heard a commotion in one of the houses opposite our back garden. I heard a man’s voice saying ‘get out’   followed by the whimpering sounds of a female.  The amount of domestic cruelty is very great in this country UK  I’m ashamed to say, I’m talking about England now, and I am sure it is amplified by the stresses of earning a decent wage.  There is also a large category of loneliness with   people who live on their own.

I give thanks on a daily basis for the problems that I don’t have and for health and strength –  now off to watch the television.  A busy day tomorrow which will no doubt result in a long diary entry.

A lively and very sunny morning

I awoke this morning to find a clear blue sky. Such a treat in Mid September.  Today is the day I go and collect my money from my garden customer, the supervisor of divers in Libya who arrived back at 00.00 this morning.  He  is a quiet man, very methodical and works very hard. He works 28 days on and 28 days off in unpleasant and difficult circumstances. He said that the office work has not been completed which caused inconvenience. He said that this was due to all the staff having been killed.   He said that as if he was asking me if I wanted a cup of coffee, which I did by the way.   We chatted away in a fairly disjointed fashion.  He told me that his wife had died and he was selling another house which was occupied by his family. He was hoping to sell it and travel for some time after his retirement which he was planning shortly.
I love these little snapshots of people. They know  they are probably not going to see you again and you don’t know any of their friends so they can be as open as they wish with you knowing it will not go any further.
I returned to Midsomer Norton and had a little peek at Wetherspoons. They have been  open about 10 days now and every day seems to be heavily populated with people. The service is slow, and I thought they could have got a few more staff in to cater for the inevitable curiosity and interest of a new pub restaurant in the chain. I was told that someone had to wait 50 minutes for a meal but when it came it was very nice.
The Green Shop sells good organic food, has a family atmosphere and is a pleasure to go in. I parked close by and thought to myself, should I go in?  I intuited that there was a person  that I should meet and as soon as I entered the establishment I saw her, a young to middle-aged lady who looked as if she had been through hard times. She was very easy to talk to and she told me that she had no house, no job, and very little money. This was her  first cup of coffee for a long time.  I chatted with her and said that I in my life had been without accommodation, a job, and nothing seems to be going right for me but then things seem to improve without my being able to figure out how it happened.  I said that providence looks after us all in a strange way.  I suggested that she find one or two gay friends because they don’t have a hidden agenda, they have a good sense of humor, and are fun to be with.  she asked me if there was a gay club in Midsomer Norton and I said I didn’t think this was the gay centre of the world by any means, and she should try BristoI.
I said some fairly outrageous things including the fact that she might consider herself a man in a woman’s body but she took it in good heart and said I had a good point.   She thanked me warmly for my feedback  and we left each other with much hand waving and good byes.   I don’t know her name but it doesn’t matter all that much because next time I will greet her warmly. I like people who are different, not normal, and who live on the edge of society They are much more interesting if difficult to know initially because I suspect they have been hurt so many times.  She had told me that she has got over the habit of getting linked up with controlling men, or men who are into drugs –  and was quite proud of herself for so doing.
the afternoon was spent in sending out invoices to the people who are allotment tenants. It is such a tedious job making sure that everything is in the right order but I only have to do this occasionally so it’s not too bad really.
The time is 6:04PM, the time when my daily google alerts come relating to all matters  5G, smart meters etc so I try to update my website on a daily basis.

Boy – this be traditional Zomerset

We chanced on this advert whilst having tea and cakes in the afore-mentioned Bread and Beyond cafe. It was a perfect day with no cloud in the sky (daft thing to say – where else would they be). This very large field was 10 minutes by car from our humble bungalow.

Once a year all the local farmers get together for a grand social. You can spot a farmer a mile away. They are tall, lean and fit – as they have to be. They have a certain lilt in their walk.  The facilities were a large tent offering a  poughmans lunch for £10, tea and cakes, and a makeshift bar serving local ciders. There were three or four firms selling tractors, someone selling tools, a lady offering her beloved home made jam for £1.10 a jar and a dry stone wall competition.

The main events were ploughing by old fashioned traction engine, modern ploughs, and horses. In the days before autonomous ploughs they had two stream engines at either end of a field and pulled a plough between them. This is a model made in Leeds in 1918. I love the noises.


coming to the end of its journey (below)

I never realised how many types of furrow can be achieved. See these examples. Below – These are cut at an angle controlled by the settings.

Very small furrows, above,  done with a smaller tractor

A dog looking after his master’s coat.

a good social time is being had by all.
Below –  Everyone was allocated an area to demonstrate their skill.

If you get a chance to participate in one of these local shows do not hesitate. If you don’t know anybody just chat to everyone as if you had known them all your life. It works every time.

A new toy for night listening – a sad piece of news

I do not often buy ‘stuff’ for myself but on this occasion an exception has been made. I am increasingly suffering from electromagnetic sensitivity. We are being radiated on a 24/7 basis with waves that the human body is not designed for.  All types of devices that everyone is so fond of using are radiators and transmitters.  People in rural areas are more at risk as the device – phone, tablet etc. has to work harder to keep in touch with the transmitting tower.

I seldom sleep though the night and often wake up at 3am or so (tut tut I hear you say).  I very much enjoy the World Service of the BBC. They have long interviews about situations all round the world and the interviewer does not interrupt the speaker every five seconds as on day time TV and radio. The service is broadcast from Radio 4 BBC which goes off air at 1 am to give way to World Service and to return at 05.20 to BBC and the Shipping Forecast. I notice that they have a large rota to read this item, my guess is because it is so boring. See The Guardian article. Dogger, Fisher, German Bight: shipping forecast celebrates 150 years.  The maritime service launched in 1867 and is still ‘vital’ to seafarers, says the RNLI, despite new sources of weather data.

Recently I have noticed that a feel sick and dizzy when I work for too long on my computer. Amazingly, laptops are more radiant than PC’s. I have switched off the wireless element in my router so am almost wireless free but even so we have a cocktail of frequencies flowing through us at all times – even radio transmissions must be taken into consideration. I did not know that even when switched off, we can suffer from ‘dirty electricity’ in the wiring of our home and from our devices such as our mobile phones.

This is why I have bought the device above. It runs on DC direct current – much healthier than Alternating current. My mains powered portable/battery radio was producing dirty electricity – even the ear pieces would you believe.    The only problem is that the battery is small and it does not seem to run for longer than a few hours, not the 24 as advertised. The battery is he size of the battery in my mobile phone.  Anyway it can be recharged so I must just plug it in every morning or every other morning.

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We went to our lovely rural bakery, Bread and Beyond, to find that our beloved and hardworking Alice, the baker, who rises at 2am to bake bread, will be hanging up her cooking apron on Saturday 20 October. I guess we take our loyal and hard working servants for granted. She makes the most delicious meat pies – steak and mushrooms,  apple and pork and unlike most other products the pies are full of actual meat not just fillers such as potato or carrots.

Witherspoons opens – just another day in Iraq – Dr Pepper

Last Tuesday, our new local branch of Witherspoons opened its doors. The brand are very good at adapting old buildings, in this case a cinema where in days of yore, Saturday morning picture queues stretched along the street.  We went along yesterday, Saturday, hoping to have a nice quiet breakfast and we found the place was so full that we couldn’t even find a table. I mention this in the local discount store and someone has tried to go along on a Friday evening and had to wait half an hour just to get a table. A lot of people were waiting for their servings and I got the impression the staff were overworked. I know there are strikes in the planning and it would spoil my image of Witherspoons slightly if they were found to be paying low wages. The staff work very hard and I think they deserve more.

This weekend is full of rain and wind; our usual trip to Glastonbury for the autumn equinox celebration was cancelled because who wants to stand shivering in the elements. Well, I was there in spirit.

on Friday, I attended my local men’s group for a curry supper with a speaker. Matt was a Christian worker in Iraq; his work is less dangerous now then the time when Isis was in full flood but he says that there’s one explosion a day in Baghdad. He says that the work is easier in the north of Iraq which is freer from the influence of Isis and people have something resembling a normal life.

He told me quite a chilling story about two ladies who came to work for a charitable organisation in Baghdad. When they arrived for work the first day they found an envelope with a bullet resting on top. The note in the envelope said that you are a Christian and if you come in tomorrow you will be killed. The person in question panicked and left for Jordan where she stayed for a month. Her friend decided to ignore the note and come in anyway; her body was found a few hours later in a ditch with her throat cut.

Matt the speaker told us that the woman who left for Jordan was drawn to come back and formed about 250 home churches. All this had to be done secretly, often at night, otherwise their lives would have been in danger. She also organised obtaining shoes for children who otherwise could not have gone to school This is not a huge advertisement for religions in general but ’twas ever thus.

I felt quite ashamed of my own lack of courage to speak up on important things though I’m getting better now. At worst people will cease to be our friend but when your life is at stake it requires considerable strength of character to speak up for what you believe and do the deeds necessary. In most Brits, faith is paper thin. Attendance at church is more like a social club in many cases.

Our men’s group itself is quite fun, there is a spirit of comradeship and goodwill. At the curry evening, there is a game where you have to build up a pile of wood and stop the whole thing falling down through your efforts to make the pile hire, supported by a fewer and fewer number of bricks. It always ends one way, noisily.

Oh I nearly forgot. The curry dinner organisers bought Dr. Pepper which bought back memories of my time in the USA (I have been to USA 40 times) where a Dr. Pepper was routinely drunk by many youngsters. I thought I would re-visit it for old times sake and poured a sample into a glass. The smell was so awful that I almost vomitted from the chemical type odour.  I took one tiny sip …… and then a large glass  of water. People PAY to drink this stuff???.

Saturday morning I met a very keen family who wanted to take an allotment. The 7 year old daughter was very keen on growing pumpkins and the 4 year-old just wanted to have fun. I welcome them with open arms because if we can introduce youngsters to the idea of nature and wean them away from their mobile phones, we will do them a great service.

World War 1 at The American Museum Bath

Prosthetic face being fitted. (World War 1 exhibition – till end Oct 2018)

’twas a sunny day with billowing clouds coming in from the Atlantic. We discussed what sort of walk we could do to take advantage of one of the few days without daytime rain. I finally decided to go to the American  Museum in Britain, situated near Bath, the only one of its kind in the world outside the USA.

It turned out to be the right idea. A new designed landscape had been opened the previous day and there was a sculpture exhibition by Angela Connor. This brilliantly situated environment and house is situated in a valley close to Bath but nothing of the city can be seen. The standards of administration and staffing are exemplary. I highly recommend this attraction for its exhibits and the current temporary exhibition on World War 1, plus a lovely restaurant serving light lunches (American food) and teas, coffees etc. Allow 3-4 hours to see everything. Here follows a photo essay with comments as necessary.

We wandered round the new gardens and the arboretum….

Abraham Lincoln
Unobstructed view of the countryside
Very unusual ‘rings within rings’ of a tree stump
lovely autumn view
Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of England
Look carefully. The base of the railings have been oxidized to nothing – hanging in the air

In the museum itself

A cartoon in quilt form

Morphing photo.

World War 1 exhibition.  I did not know that in 1917, 2 million US troops were engaged in France. That would be 2% of the population of the USA.

Is this the world’s first 2’6″ bed. I guess made narrow to cram them in to a limited space.

what phallic symbolism?
before and after prosthetic treatment

and finally an amazing bust of John Taverner the composerfashioned out of musical score sheets.

That’s yer lot folks. I could go on for ever.

 

A sparkling Priston Festival

Priston is a deceptively sleepy looking small village somewhat south of Bath.  Once a year they have a festival which consists of live folk  Music and other entertainments mainly for children.  This last weekend was ‘that time of year’.   The demography of this area is completely different from typical Somerset. It is an enclave of the well-to-do, successful professionals who are drawn by the historical nature of this place and the proximity to Bristol and Bath.  if you had told me this event was in Hampstead in London I would have believed you from the types of people that were there.

Sam Carter
It is a great relief to discuss matters of intellectual moment without fear of being rejected or misunderstood.  People attend to meet other people apart from the entertainment and you can more or less sit down with virtually anyone and have a good meaningful chat not starting like so many chats about the weather. All that is assumed. People are boundaried and aware, and they do not waste their time on drivel or inconsequential comments.
The festival is held in a small triangular area consisting mainly of the pub and the Village Hall. There are three or four music stages and a children’s area.
We enjoyed musical entertainment and songs from Sam Carter who in 2010 was named as the best newcomer at the BBC Radio 2 folk awards. He has been stirring audiences from Camden to Canada via and attention-grabbing appearance on later….. with Jools Holland.  The video is above.  His Youtube channel is here
worth a read. Use Ctrl and + for easier reading.

We spent a very pleasant 4 hours at this very well organised and loved event. Here are a few images in no particular order to give you a flavour. Visitors to Somerset – it is worth making a day visit because there is plenty to listen to and it is FREE.

A retro car with NO electronics

Hysteria over a hurricane – a new feature for the garden

So after promising that hurricane Florence would be the worst in 10 years and would come on to N and S Carolina with full force 5, now it has diminished to a force 1 with mostly tides, wind and rain to cope with. This is one sure fire way of controlling people – make them afraid. Use any means – the threat of terrorism, the weather, possibility of famine and ramp it up so much that people cannot think straight.

However there is more to this. You may not believe that someone would deliberately create a hurricane but we do not live in a pretty world. Most of my readers have heard of the Canary Islands. One of them is Tenerife. The video includes a strange structure in the extreme south of the island. This guy is 100% for science but US patents are US patents so see for yourself.

I had a fun day with my son who has returned from a period of TEFL teaching in Sri Lanka. I felt like spoiling myself so I bought a small stone work which I shall call ‘a bird in the hand’.

The 16th anniversary of 9/11

This is advanced material on 9/11 and is not suitable / one step to far for the average person who still thinks a bloke in a cave with a mobile phone was instrumental in one of the greatest deceptions of all time.

For some years I kept myself focused on the topic of 9/11 and realised after a short amount of time that the Israelis were deeply involved simply because they wanted America to do their work for them in the pursuit of the greater Israel.  Please remember that the so-called dancing Israelis seen near to WTC 1 and 2 subsequently admitted on Israeli TV that they had set up their cameras before the first ‘plane strike’ to record the event.  So, nothing suspicious about that then.
It is interesting that 16 years after the event the amount of controversy and the amount of material including many videos produced remains at a constant level and in some cases it increases as more and more people realise what went on.
I am focusing myself for most of all time now on 5G and smart metres where I am collating the information from various sources but watched the video about with great interest as it has one or two finer points that I had previously forgotten about or been unaware of. Doctor Judy Hall (Where did the Towers go?) says that directed weapons were used to dustify the Two Towers’to  destruction; the video above is talking about two suitcase bombs and also about thermite. I would say that all methods were used together to make sure the job got done.
Anyway do have a look at the video. It may shock you but after 16 years I am still amazed by the duplicity and hypocrisy of this so called peace loving country, the United States of America, and the activity and comportment of the Zionist movement which has very little to do with being Jewish by the way.  Zionists have almost complete control of the mainstream Media  in the USA for some strange reason.

As David Icke would say, do your own research.

Frome Agriculture and Cheese Festival

One of the mainstays of Somerset. Each year it grows and grows. The images will largely speak for themselves. I would encourage everyone to come. If you are thinking of moving to the area, come along for a day trip and get the feel of the local people. We are coming up to our sixth year in Somerset and this is the first year that we feel accepted and more at home.Only one downside of this.

I have become more electrosensitive which means that I am aware of cell phone towers and radiations not to mention the effect of people’s mobile phones.  the problem is that the human body is not really designed to deal with microwaves. About an hour into the festival I started feeling listless and heavy and I lost my normal mental acuity.
Did dawned on me that since the mobile phone signal is weak, one bar if you are lucky, the phones have to work extra hard to reach the broadcasting towers so it was a bit like sitting in the middle of a microwave oven.  Just imagine the effect of about 3000 phones or trying to do the same thing so this is the price we pay for technology but this in itself is nothing compared with the effect of 5 g if it should ever come to pass. My website is 5Gexposed.com if you want to have a look.
I left the show exhausted in my body but after about 20 minutes I revived having been somewhat fortified by some cider in a local pub.

The community as it should be

What an absolutely lovely day we had today doing a garden of this client who is a diving instructor at one of the North Sea oil platforms.  He was away and will return 28th September. The garden is in Peasedown, down a side Lane which no one ever thinks to go down but it is a link to a most extraordinary group of houses which comprise a real community where everybody knows everybody else.
We were resting from our work and made contact with a lady who was next door across the street and engaged her in conversation which went on a good 20 minutes. She has lived in that street for the last 45 years, knows everybody. It used to be a farm in the old days.
She offered me a cup of tea which I gladly accepted and went round to have a chat about the chickens running around in a field noticing that some of them have been pecked so much that they have no feathers on their back. This was evidently due to the actions of cockerels.
Meanwhile, my wife had engaged or become engaged with someone just passing who commented on the historical nature of the area and how a company had bought up and adjacent hillside to build 35 properties.  It was however far too steep  so hundreds of tons of earth would have to be moved and to cap it all, planning permission had been given but with the stipulation that only one access point would be granted. Looking at the Narrow Lane which would have to serve as the ingress and egress for everything I don’t think there’s any doubt that this proposal would be a dead duck.
It was lovely to see the number of ripe blackberries in the hedgerows  and my partner Francoise  lost no opportunity in picking them for what will I’m sure turn out to be a lovely blackberry pie.
It really made my day; everyone we came into contact with was really interested in us as people, and of course we were interested in them as well and this reminds me of what society should be and how the amount of mental disease would diminish if everyone felt valued as a person.
After working for 4 hours we were both strangely refreshed at the end of this time. Francois wanted to stop but I would have preferred to continue such is the enlivening energy  of working in the right conditions.

Transporting turkeys

My friend Will rang me last night asking me to help him transport some turkeys from a Kingsbridge, a place south of Taunton to a makeshift shed in Radstock. Why not.  We arrived at the farm to find many birds, turkeys and chickens at various stages of their life. The industry in the UK is vast. At least 250 million chickens are reared. They can take as little as three weeks to become large enough to sell. Turkeys are bigger birds and take much longer, 6 months, hence the increase in price.

The turkeys were quiet on the journey except when I turned a corner too fast. See our adventures in persuading them to settle in the shed.

where they will live the rest of their life

The Tour of Britain Cycle race passes through Midsomer Norton

This was FUN. We all collected together, tried to figure out what the ideal spot was, and then decided you could see the show from anywhere.

They came through at about 1.10pm. Before that an efficient phalanx of police motor cycles swept along, enjoying themselves enormously in the process, organising everyone.

I will let the video speak for itself.

The British love a spectacle.

Truckfest – all systems go

Now this is one smooth operation.  It was held at the Bath and West ground familiar to anyone within a 50 mile radius of this enormous site, south of Shepton Mallet.
We turned up around 10:15 in the morning and entered the showground to see rows upon rows, there must have been  200 of the full sized model of trucks all sparkling and polished.  The price per adult was £14 but because I forgot to book beforehand we had to pay £17 on the gate, never mind.
I only discovered what a clever arrangement this was when I spoke with one of the truck drivers, a man of Indian origin, whose company owned two trucks with a 50 m crane attached. These models are designed to deliver materials to building sites. His current truck cost £350,000 and he was talking about the safety elements. When you go from one lane to another, and if there is traffic, an alarm sounds and the truck itself causes the indicators to flash.  If a car pulls in front of the truck and there is no reaction then the brakes will be automatically applied.
Truckfest charge £30 per truck and in return you get two free tickets entry plus your children and the opportunity to camp on the site.   There were almost as many tents on the site as there were trucks.  I realise that this was a vast gathering ground for truckers to exchange gossip, information etc and there were people from all over the country and  even one or two people from Ireland.
In addition to the trucks there was the usual miniature railway, a funfair, and the usual food stalls apart from the permanent building which serves as a bar and a restaurant. It is not haute cuisine but food for the masses.    The trucks themselves took part in ceremonial processions with much tooting of horns; the entertainment was provided by two large converted cars on a huge chassis that took a delight in crushing three cars that were conveniently placed in a row.  Safe to say the cars will not pass their MOT.
It is a fair comment to describe the average size of the attendee to be larger than the average. I suppose if I drove a truck all day all day and ate junk food for want of anything else that I would eventually develop a huge stomach but some of the wives gave their husbands  some competition on the size department.
So, 90% of the attractions (exhibitors) can be enticed to come to have a little relaxation from being on the road and they can preen themselves and show off their vehicles, and be there to answer any questions that the public may have, then job done. If Truckfest charge an average of £15 on the gate and there are a goodly number of people of a weekend that’s a nice little earner I would say.
Francoise inspects the fleet

We did enjoy it very much in a mindless sort of way. A lot of people were just enjoying themselves  and around 12 midday, most of the truckers  were  contending themselves with cooking steaks and sausages over a barbecue. It was quite obvious that most of them had been there many times before and I think it’s a great social service to these hard-working people.  When I see trucks driving along I shall think of them with a little bit more respect. I hope it will not be too much for them when the inevitable queues at Dover come along after the Brexit mess.   I have to say the drivers in general were a social and jolly crowd.

Electrosensitive people – more fun days

I attended a meeting of people affected by electromagnetic Fields so called electrosensitive people and it was a real pleasure to meet those who are similarly afflicted.   I find I can tolerate these waves less and less. I even find that when I use my mouse I get prickles in my hand. This is not good.  In the body it manifests as a type of metallic feeling, an itch through my whole body which even affects my breathing rate.
The event was organised  by someone on Facebook who is part of an electrosensitivity group.  It was held in the middle of an orchard in a small village well away from pylons and transmitters.  We arrived about 10 in the morning and found nobody there but in the next hour people showed up.
The group was extremely informal with people just turning up at various odd times. At the height of things there were about 14 of us. At first I was a bit unsettled by the lack of any agenda but the person running the group, Dave, told me that the idea was that everyone should just mingle so I played along with it and got to know most people as the day went on.  Of the assembled gathering, about half were genuine sufferers and the rest were just curious about the phenomenon.
We met two people who were so electrosensitive that they could not attend meetings in buildings, one have got a divorce and lost her job and was living on virtually no money.  It seems that you can endure it for sometime and then one fine day you reach a critical point where you get affected.  The idea that the DNA tries to cope with energies that it’s not used to dealing with by mutating.   There is a whole host of information  on my site 5Gexposed.com .    I suggest you turn to the section ‘videos’ which is the quickest way of learning about this whole phenomenon.
Having met everyone and exchanged contact details where relevant,  we drifted off and went to a local fun day in Evereech,  this being one of the last weekends before the Summer season closes on  such occasions.

 From a car boot sale person I bought a very nice large aluminium pan for £1.50 because I liked the look of it.  It was the usual tent where flowers and vegetables were judged and tea served.  I restricted myself to a cup of tea.  On the way home we found ourselves picking blackberries which are in abundance at this time of year.

bold and bright

A slightly crazy evening flower competition, and vaccines

 

So I am a member of our local garden society here in Midsomer Norton and we meet in each other’s houses to gossip, share garden experiences and generally have a good time.

This time we met in the house of Jill, who has lived in the same house for 45 years. Everyone had to bring a selection of flowers which was judged by a professional writer and horticulturalist who by happy coincidence lived next door. He had a very happy disposition and the judging was what I can best describe as ‘slapstick’ making jokes at exhibitor’s expense and enjoying every minute of it. We entered into it and enjoyed the playful insults. The evening ended with a presentation of a bottle of bubbly to Annie the winner seen here with the judge.

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On more serious matters the sheer amount of evidence that vaccination does damage mounts by the day.  If you still think that it is a ‘good’ thing to be vaccinated then check out this list. In essence the vaccine kills or damages more people than it protects. The body has an immune system which just needs to be allowed to do its job.

 

Keeping in touch in writing with friends

How many of us can find the time or the inclination to write about what we have done. It may well be of interest to those we know, so I regard this as part of being a friend – even though the communication has not been asked for.

Michael Tellinger, a South African author and archaeological researcher  started the Ubuntu contibutionist movement about 12 years ago. No, Ubuntu is not a software platform but the idea that a better quality of life can be obtained when people share resources and offer some of their time free of charge so that all can benefit.

I don’t expect you all to be interested in a topic that may not interest you but this diary is offered as a role model on the IDEA that in this day and age of sound bites, people might appreciate receiving an impression of an event, occasion or pastime in written form. Videos and E-mail make us lazy or should I say encourage laziness.

Greetings everybody

I attended Michael’s talk in Glastonbury last night Wednesday, 29 August. Here are my impressions.

The Town Hall was full with the best part of 150 people there, the sort of crowd you would expect from Glastonbury; the sense of community among the supporters was tangible.

I went to greet Michael beforehand and he was very civil and positive to me, he looks very good and full of beans. He emphasized that he wanted to step down from running and focus on what he really needs to be doing – tours and so forth.

I find his presenting style good and lively and I was able to listen to him i.e. he held my attention for the best part of three hours. At the break some people did not return. This may habe been due to the lateness of the hour and difficulties with transport and so on.

He does cover an awful lot of ground and like David Icke he said that most of what we are told it is a lie and gave some good examples. I am not sure how much he would appeal to the general public because most of the time he was preaching to the choir as we say.

He gave one piece of evidence to show that the moon was a holograph. That was maybe one step too far. I have learned that it was an artificial object brought into the orbit of the Earth for certain reasons but I know that when objects are crashed into it, a ringing sound goes on for 20 min. or so. I don’t know how you crash into a holograph and how it would ring.

The archaeological points he made were very interesting with giants roaming the earth, millions of statues and so on and there’s no question that he should be spending his time on this. He has the ability to dig out great quote for this ‘alternative view’ of the universe including the importance of sound frequency and the interplay with light and matter.

He showed us a One Small Town film at the end. (4:01)

The whole was a bit like giving us 50 taster dishes without the opportunity to digest the food, fair enough, that’s all he had time for but I think that fewer themes developed to a greater extent would have been more valuable.

We ended shortly after 10 o’clock. There was polite applause but then again Glastonbury people have heard it all, it is after all another planet ha ha.

I’m very glad I attended and we met Camilla who spoke to my partner Francoise preceding the talk.

We all have a role in this universe and it’s up to us to help each other to find out what that role is and stick to it and not to try to take on too much. I’m a fine one to say this because I do the same such is my enthusiasm but I think we all have to discipline ourselves and be realistic when all said and done.

There are not brownie points for running ourselves into the ground.

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A sad and lonely lady

We did a job today consisting of trimming a very tall hedge. It is a variety that is very difficult to cut even with an electric hedge trimmer. The hedge was also on a slope which makes ladder placement a challenging task.

We greeted the lady – I would say she is about 75 – and she responded in a flat voice before returning indoors to her house.  We worked away for 2.5 hours and did not stop. Unusually, no offers of tea were forthcoming. I knocked on the door at the end and asked her to come round to view. We cannot remember such a lack of anything resembling emotion, never mind a ‘thank you’ or a ‘that looks nice’. We did a very good job, one of our best, but we were greeted with a blank look, and a hand with a cheque attached to it.

I noticed that during the job I could barely drag myself around. I felt heavy and really wanted to  be somewhere else. Normally the job feeds me with energy and at the end of even a long job I feel invigorated. Not so this time. Although the garden ‘looked’ good enough it was like working in a grave yard.

We thought afterwards that the customer was on anti depressant drugs. Funny how they make you more depressed and do not deliver the joy and freedom that some expect. How sad that so many people turn away from attempts to get them involved in society. Is it self pity?

Huge soap bubbles and cakes made of flowers

At the Corsley Fayre – see below. Press ctrl and + several times for an enhanced view.

Teaching nudge: At the beginning and end of each lecture I ask students “What questions do you have?” rather than “Do you have any questions?” The former elicits significantly more questions than the latter. I love the way that little gems pop up  when you are not looking for them. This one I noticed in Twitter. How much better is the former because it is more encouraging, assuming that ‘of course you have questions. How could you not after such an interesting talk’.

At least the Brits make the best of rain – Chilcompton

Yesterday we went, briefly, to a rain soaked and mud spattered  so called Literary and music festival in Chilcompton. All praise to the organisers who arranged for most of the events to be under cover. Music in tents was going on all day (two stages) plus a small tent where literary matters were discussed and people were selling their locally themed books.

Today Bank Holiday Monday we went to a show at Corsley, just a few miles shy of Warminster in Wiltshire. Entry was £8 which I thought a bit steep but after an hour or so realised that I was getting value for money so I stopped my curmudgeonly moaning.

We had experience of the usual suspects:

antique car show
ferret racing
Horticultural society plants and art
Lawn Mower racing (at a national level)
Dog show
Horse trials
Miniature steam engine rides
Amusements for the children
tug of war
and of course – the beer and cider tent

But what are mere words when you can see the imagery in front of your very eyes <fanfare of trumpets>

The soap bubbles were just pure magical fun for children and adults. To enlarge any or all of these images, use Ctrl and +

A faux cake made out of flowers and greenery

and finally, a lawn mower race (all engines have to be from lawn mowers)We stayed for about three hours and then made a small diversion to the Longleat wood outlet to add to my pile of winter supplies for my compact but efficient Squirrel wood burner (Morso).  The advantage of buying ‘out of season’ is that the wood is dry. In any case, wood should be given at least a month to be at its best. It sits happily on the right of our wood burner in the living room.

NB I have a meter for testing moisture. Although wood may feel dry, it can in reality be very damp. I have just tested the wood ; the average piece has 50% extra moisture.

High Littleton and Hallatrow Fun Day

We started a promising day with a particularly blatant display of chem-trails. Cynics please note. The particles remain for up to 20 minutes unlike water vapour trails which disappear almost instantaneously. I use flightradar24.com to see what aircraft are flying over and the planes that produced the chem trails did not show. It has been going on for years. Check this video made 11 years ago and still valid.
Maybe turn down the volume slightly and Check this out. 

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What more excitement could there be?   This is a very homely very local annual show consisting of a dog show, a brass band, a car boot sale, a beer tent, 2 or 3 food stalls, local organizations, school show, vegetable competition, face painting, tea and cake.  A perfectly good way of all the village people meeting up and having a good gossip.

We were intrigued by the amount of knitted objects both on and off site. In the main street there were knitting on street benches, and on site, knitted food.

After a couple of hours we left and spent the rest of the day lazily at home. Thank goodness I was not sitting in a traffic jam on some motorway or another. We tend not to travel during high days and holidays.  Home grown food and berries are abundant at this time of year. We have more potatoes and beans and greens than we can eat, so off to the freezer go the beans.

Driving to get winter firewood leads to an ideal day

Autumn is in the air. A certain damp smell. I think we have had our summer. We are so glad we did not go abroad as the weather would have been too hot. 30 degrees was enough for us here (did it rise to 33 degrees at one point?).

Today is Friday – off to see a new gardening client (or is it customer)

The property was in Timsbury. The mother had passed last May and the family were experiencing the joys of probate. I always say that this necessary chore or to put it bluntly the division of spoils brings out the best and the worst in people. Anyone who has experienced this knows the importance of writing a will. Dying intestate is a form of sadism to your relatives not to mention your children / ex-spouse.

A lovely time of year for rich and fruiting hedgerows.

Anyway, the property contained a garden that was in a dreadful condition. You could not make any progress up the garden without carefully maneuvering long and healthy brambles aside.  Worse there was no access via the garden so all spoil had to be taken through the house. The executor of the will, the son of the deceased, lived in North Wales, a good 200 mile return trip if not more. So the task of keeping control of everything and removing the effects of the house is more wearing.  Hence the need to find someone reliable to make the garden photographable. I estimated it would take a week to do. It is very difficult to give a quote in such cases so I will give him a ball park figure with a few hundred quid this way or that.

11.30 and a fine time to go off to Longleat Forestry (where the animal park is). We bought 150kg of dry beech wood for £22.50. I have a volvo estate and had I filled the whole back with passenger seats folded I could spend about 35 pounds. Around this time of the year, people offered to deliver so-called mixed wood for about 65 pounds per Square meter. The trouble is that the wood is very definitely mixed and has half what I call decent wood, the rest can be after immature and rather damp branches. What I like about the place I just told you about is that you can pick your own. Anyone who lives with 15 or so miles of this place will find it an enjoyable and profitable round trip. BA12 7NW will do.

Off to Warminster – truly in Wiltshire. Francoise went to add to our stock of halogen light bulbs before they are replaced by the LED lights at the end of August 2018, this month. After the usual wandering around and debating whether or not to have coffee, We chanced on a sign which said ‘food bank’.

This was the old Town Hall. The Dutch lady who ran the volunteers was enthusiastic and showed us around the considerable amount of food and necessaries such as sanitary products, tooth paste, cleaning fluids. She says a lot of young homeless men come in as well as single mums. The Food Bank  distributes 25,000 kg of food per year to those in crisis.

‘By providing this food, our Food bank helps to prevent family breakdown, housing loss, crime and mental health problems. We also take the time to listen and signpost people to further support’.

We left feeling very good. Off to the market to buy some figs and to a traditional butcher where we bought some good quality steak burgers and some jerk chicken wings.

On the return we chanced to see a sign up a country lane ‘Fish and Chips’. We never found the establishment but after about 2 miles we found a lovely pub called The Prince of Wales.

To describe these people as ‘royalists’ was an understatement. All the wall area was covered with news cuttings of the Royal Family. We had a good fish and chips, some moules and drinks for a very reasonable price. What a lovely atmosphere.

Once again, following my nose and not over-planning gets us to the right places. Each and every time.

Back then towards home but stopping off at Somerset Lavender. The whole cafe area is full of lavender products including lavender itself in a bag, soap, lip balm, oils, sprays – you name it. We had a jolly chat with the young girl who ran the coffee shop and then finally becoming tired we returned to base.
This is what £22 worth of wood looks like.

breakfast in a community setting

This is the time when Francoise and myself are out and about doing gardening jobs. On this occasion we decided to start our day with a  library and restaurant visit in Paulton called ‘The Hub’. It was recently rescued from oblivion by a referendum in Paulton for the Parish Council to take over + help of volunteers to keep the Hub open – and everyone in Paulton to have local tax up to pay for the running of the Hub. The majority accepted and hence the Hub has been saved. A good community example to save community facility.

I know that all these cuts or most of them could be avoided if people abandoned this ridiculous HS2 vanity railway system which will save 20 minutes travel time which you have to add on again because the rail link for example to Birmingham doesn’t come into the center of the city so you have to get there by other means.

We entered The Hub at about 10:30 AM to find every table occupied with groups of people socializing and having a good time. Most of them where ladies, and from the demography of the area I would say most of them had lost their husbands and are determined to make the best of their life by getting out and about. The lady behind the counter is very good at making large breakfasts, so-called 13 item breakfasts, to which I addressed myself enthusiastically with the added celebratory reason that I had just been paid for a job.

There is a lot of talk about a ‘No Deal Brexit’. But whatever happens in the overall scheme of things what about the state of our community. People who live in large conurbations do not realize that in the country  the value of the post office, the pub, the coffee shop, the general store as a focus for people who want to socialize. We pay a big price for loneliness. All sorts of opportunistic symptoms appear which require medical or social services intervention of some sort or another, sooner or later. Deep down, we are socially wired to gain strength from each other. I have always commented to my partner Francoise that our gardening work is half gardening and half social work. When we take a new job, particularly with a senior person, we expect to spend at least 20 min. hearing their life story, what happened when the husband departed this life, how they had a recent hip operation, and the significance of the garden to them.

The difference between people who have got a good spirit and those who have given up living, is very clear to see. The attitude is very telling of those who have got a faith in the life hereafter and those who believed that it would all end when our heart stops beating. What we do here, I believe, carries over to the next existence whether it is in a body or whether it is just a spirit, each one will seem equally real from where we are. Among my more exotic habits is the practice Of communicating or should I say resonating with those who had passed away from their physical bodies.

It is extraordinary how many people maintain their stubbornness, their lack of forgiveness, and in the situation of ‘death’ lessons are not easily learned. If anyone reading this thinks that you shed your problems just by dying then please reconsider. Nothing stops, nothing ceases to exist, things carry on but in another form. I believe the best way of living is as in the good old hymn “ live each day as if thy last”. My daily policy is that if you have received something, or even if you haven’t, give out anyway. Take an interest in other people. Do some small action for others if you can and if you want to. When in the street, look out for those who are in difficulty and help them on their way. When I’m out on my own, or so called on my own, I will talk to for anyone and everyone who shows the slightest potential for wanting to engage. With this state of mind, it is almost impossible to be lonely.

My Internet site on 5G, and smart meters, has had to extend itself to something called Li-Fi. At this end of the month of August, normal halogen light bulbs will not be produced any more. The idea from the EU diktat is that everyone will have to buy LED type bulbs on the supposed grounds of energy-saving. This has nothing to do with the fact that these new type of bulbs can be used as an Internet router to convey information by light. This is part of the assault on us as a human being to turn us from intelligent thinking beings to semi-robots that are part of a system where thinking is not required. If you want to know a little bit more, or a lot more, have a look at my site 5GExposed.com/li-fi/

Shepton Mallet Annual show

On the way I saw a poster about what must be one of the most original names of a group ever.

We in Somerset know how to do our events. This was a one day event featuring (take a deep breath) judging of animals such as sheep and cows, horse trials, vintage car displays, old arts and crafts and entertainment for the children, loads of different types of food, flower competitions – you have got the idea I am sure.

It ran from 10 am to 6m Sunday 18th August. We turned up shortly after the start and stayed through till about 3.30 pm.  This will be mostly a picture diary and in no particular order. The weather treated us well this time . Last year we had rain, and everyone was slopping around in their boots.Lots of lovely healthy chilli plants, sauces to match.Three in one. The machine fine tills the ground, makes a furrow for the seeds, and finally sows the seeds through plastic tubes.Hello hello hello what do we have here then?The era when you could repair your own carcoal fired belt driven sawing machine

engine assisted bicycle.and the wall completed

Now, this is how to keep the kettle on the boil. Cut two grooves at right angles on to an old tree trunk section, get some sawdust or similar, brush it in the middle and light with a match. Over a period the inside will catch light and provide heat for endless cups of tea.  Wonderful. The whole show was worth it for this one exhibit.

Well my dear, this is the first knitted willie I have seen but there is a first time for everything. On the way home we stopped off at a nature reserve and enjoyed the quiet woods, devoid of any litter or come to that, other people. What a joy. We later found some blackberries which we took delight in taking home for supper.