Strangely, my diary for today is out of sequence at least in terms of when I write it. I have just spent a week in Cornwall. Cornwall is a different land. I could almost say ancient but certainly spiritual. 95% of the villages and towns were built at a time of the horse and cart. Because the standard of building was so high, much of the stock of the original cottages have remained albeit improved over the last years.
I shall write about this later. We arrived home after an uneventful drive on the superb motorways and A roads. It took us about four hours from Penzance and that was not even hurrying. On returning home, after the usual relief that our property had not been burgled or burned down, we settled down in a type of bubble where time and space didn’t really matter too much and this we did until bedtime on Saturday.
Sunday was about the same. We like to retain the bubble with all its good memories for as long as possible but inevitably it is enervated (make (someone) feel drained of energy or vitality.”enervating heat”). maybe I should say “degraded’. We did very little on Sunday and watched TV or should I say stared at TV for about an hour. The programme was about the problems of operating on a 10 ton elephant. I caught up with my various necessary correspondences. Francoise went hither and thither in the garden which had by some magic growing by leaps and bounds during our time away.
We compounded the difficulty of the day by my purchase of a so-called cheesecake. I should have been suspicious of the cheap price. It was one of those made to sell and was so full of chemicals that it gave us indigestion for at least six hours after the mid afternoon meal. Fortunately, the bin men arrived this morning so out it went with the garbage
I did not sleep well for two nights in succession and it may be that I’m becoming more and more sensitive to Electromagnetic Fields. I am almost tempted to buy a Faraday cage type tent to put over the bed. I do have a simple Cornet measurer of field strength but I suspect the frequencies are far wider than one instrument can measure. God help us when 5G really get switched on. I love the way that they say ‘there will be a trial Switch on’. Now, they are switching on. Period. Everything switched on for the first time is a trial so the use of that word lulls people into the illusion that this is some experimental thing that may or may not come to pass. It will definitely come to pass.
Today Monday, my friend Graham dropped by to pick up some plants for his sister. We reviewed the 10 days that we had been together. I asked Graham if he had learnt anything particular and he decided there we need to be less judgemental towards groups of people who are enthusiastically taking up the cause even though we think they are misinformed.
I went to the allotment to start preparing for our barbecue this coming Saturday and took away some rubbish to the dump. On the way back I decided to go to Wetherspoon’s for lunch but found it so crowded that I chose an alternative cafe where I had a toasted sandwich, coffee and a piece of ginger cake. I could not believe the quality of the latter. It was a very light cake with generous amounts of Ginger and cream that was not made from pig fat. It takes me about 48 hours to get back to what I naïvely call a normal life. On this occasion, the cake was the catalyst.
Today it is raining. The forecast is 100% rating for the next 12 hours. If however I look out of the window, it is not raining. The problem is that you cannot get 100% accurate forecasting for a very small geographical area. You can see the main trends but you cannot see the micro detail so weather forecasting is a best guess and averaging situation.
Now that I’ve got up today, I shall start on reviewing the week that I had been away or should I say my body has been in a different position. We can never be away from ourselves. I hope for a better nights sleep this evening. Tomorrow there is a meeting of a 5G group to talk more about the disaster. That is down near Exeter so I may very well go along and take some of my leaflets. I have also heard of meetings in Frome and Bristol. Things are definitely hotting up on the 5G front.
It is at this time that I give thanks that we took a holiday in UK. Hysteria against terrorists seems to show no signs of abating. It is after all one way of controlling people. I spoke to a friend who had been on an eight-day tour of the Mediterranean by ship. Every time they got back on the ship after a shore excursion they were checked by security, baggage had to go through a metal detector, all for nothing really because to my knowledge a lot of guns had been smuggled through, and objects such as honey have been detected and erroneously considered to be dangerous material.
It takes a particularly low robotic intelligence to react in this way. I think the event happened in America, the dumb down central of all dumbed down centrals.
All we had to do was to pack a car without possessions, no weight limit, no extra charges then drive, maybe stop off at a coffee house or something on the way, and arrive home and unpack. Lovely. There were many temptations on the way back in terms of other National Trust properties but we decided that we have had enough. I think you should always stop something when you could do with a little more and not when you are sated.
Due to the proximity of the North Devon Show, We returned via Bodmin and then it’s either motorway or good-quality A Roads all the way home. There were no traffic jams, accidents, unpleasant weather, no rain to speak of, and we were free to reminisce parts of the holiday we like. There is always a bubble of sorts, referred to elsewhere and while this bubble is maintained its nice to be within it and keep the brain switched off.
We even found that music and news were irritating. I have heard all I ever want to hear about Brexit and politicians promises have a certain sameness about them that become tedious. We did not take a regular paper during our time, and my little radio that I use at night could get no DAB signal so we have to make do with silence and very nice it was.
So today I am 75 years of age. It is part of our tradition that we can do anything we like within reason on the day of our birth so I decided to have scrambled eggs, salmon of the wild variety, home-made bread and the chance of having champagne though strangely I did not feel in the mood.
We had a quiet morning, reading and chatting, and then thought of going to a restaurant for a meal but unfortunately the restaurants around are very much geared to tourists and have a fare which the average traveller demands. I decided instead to make a meal for my two companions which consisted of roast potatoes, a half chicken for the two carnivores and fish for the vegetarian plus some vegetables for everybody. We had a nice sweet course and then basically snoozed and did some more reading.
I did not “miss” anything. I was quite content within myself to listen to the sea and read interesting books, an activity that I seldom get round to doing when at home due to the sheer number of distractions.
Tomorrow, it is time to return to London. I did ask the renter if we could stay on a few days but this was not possible because someone else had booked in at the last moment.
The National Trust is a vast organisation; I’m not sure if there is an equivalent on such a scale anywhere else in the world.
In the United Kingdom, they own 41 castles, 176 parks and gardens, 775 miles of coastline, 25 medieval barns, 39 pubs and a lot else besides. We went to the above property, near Penzance, which has the benefit of a walled garden, and when I say “wall” I mean about 12 feet high which tends to make a microclimate within it and as a result the plants are more advanced than those on an open land.
I’m just going to include a few pictures so you can get some idea of what it’s like. The restaurant is not owned by the Trust so if you want to go and have a very nice lunch or tea with all the trimmings, set your GPS to TR20 8RZ.
You can tell a lot of love and care has gone into this restaurant. The servers and cook were a happy bunch and I feel the vibration goes into the food and makes it taste better somehow. National Trust membership must be one of the best value memberships ever. Long may it live and thrive.
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
If you want the answer go to the bottom of this page.
In the days when nursery rhymes were still read to children, for all I know they still are, this was a famous one.
We were able to get to St Ives easily as a bus from outside the front door of the cottage went straight to the centre of this famous little town. There are two or three streets that are very popular. They are full of tea and cake emporiums, purveyors of Cornish pasties, a lot of art shops and novelty establishments. The streets are little more than one cars width. In the summer, they are packed to bursting. Out of season, they are fairly busy. If you are subject to claustrophobia, the visit is not recommended.
You can however go out on the cliff area immediately surrounding the town, situated slightly above it (obviously).
We visited the Tate Gallery which I found to be double the size of when I last visited (see the annals of this diary). The light in Cornwall is very special and the design of the new main gallery had taken into account this phenomenon. They also have a new gallery for viewing videos which seems to be a parcel for special exhibitions these days.
This was the view from the topmost level looking out on the sea and yes that is sand that you can see right ahead. There is also a restaurant. It is small and can be noisy but the food is stylishly served and reasonably priced for art galleries. I do understand that everyone needs to make a profit but I don’t think anyone dares charge more than £2.50 for a coffee of whatever ilk. Two or three people can occupy a table and linger over a drink which doesn’t make much for the restaurant. The restaurant has three sections; one is a separate room and one is an open-air area overlooking the sea and one is the main area by the serving counter.
I cannot say that the welcome was gushing. We had to wait a fair amount of time for our order but it eventually came. I felt the staff were more concerned with being arty then actually serving the customer. See what Trip Advisor reviewers thought.
A pleasant enough day. The bus wended its way home via a holiday village which added about 10 min but I guess they’ve come to a deal somewhere. The weather was decent.
Only one man was going to St.Ives!
He met the following who were going the other way:
A man (1) with 7 wives
7 x 7 (49) sacks
7x7x7 (343) cats
7x7x7x7 (2,401) kits
A Total of 2,801 wives, sacks cats and kits!
St Michael’s Mount is a very popular tourist attraction especially with people from overseas. We saw lots of French people, Japanese, Germans, Americans, Canadians, Australians all revelling in the great history of this place. I suppose there is no direct equivalent in these countries. The day was slightly spoiled by noisy French schoolchildren running around not really knowing where they were and what their purpose was. However, there was not a mobile phone to be seen. I should say this is not a user friendly place for the disabled because the path up to the entrance of the castle is very steep and cobbled and you do need to be physically fit.
This is a property owned by the National Trust and I think the entry fee was about £12 for Castle and garden. I say “I think” because I scarcely bothered to look now as we are members of the National Trust. Entry fees are normally £15 these days which is why the annual ticket for membership is such a bargain I think that today about £86 for the two of us. You can cover this in about three visits. You can find the details on the Internet.
The island on which the castle is built is only available at lower tides. Outside these times, there are helpful people who will vary you to and fro for the reasonable price of two pounds a head.The historical paintings included where the family who lives here and have been for hundreds of years was only a marginal interest but what was exciting was to look down on the gardens from the castle.
One thinking you can rely on is that anything organised by the National Trust is well done, reasonably priced, and the volunteers are friendly and helpful. I think they have been well trained .
Back home to a simple supper. Three visitors could easily spend £800-£1000 on meals over a week if you decided to have breakfast, lunch and tea out. We thought it was much better to do it simply at home and perhaps have one meal out. As it happened, we didn’t even do that because it was so much fun being at home reading, listening to the sound of the sea, and enjoying the lack of electromagnetic fields. No, I tell a lie, we had a couple of lunches out. Graham had a whole rib of beef on one occasion. In general, the food is fresh and well prepared.
I decided to take a complete rest including from writing this diary which I’d done on a daily basis for the last couple of years or so. It is a pleasure so to do but I just need a rest from the computer as well. This diary will not be a day by day diary because quite frankly I forget what I did when I did it but I will make sure that most of the essentials are included. I will spread pictures throughout there entries as I feel moved.
We started down from home with two cars, agreeing to maybe stop off at a roadside restaurant for a coffee. However, on the motorway, fate would say otherwise. My friend Graham drives a white car and when you’ve got 20 white cars over a short distance on a motorway it is difficult to tell one from the other. What happened was that we thought he was behind us and he thought the same so fortunately we had Plan B which was to give the other driver instructions how to get to the destination approximately 200 miles away. As it happened, we did in fact arrive within 10 minutes of each other. That’s why it is good thing to have a Plan B even if you think that nothing could possibly go wrong.
We arrived at little Traverna, a cottage facing the sea in Marizion, which sits right opposite St. Michaels Mount, the young sister of the equivalent in France. The literature warned me that the entrance to the car parking was narrow and sure enough it proved to be so. I have a Volvo V70 which with its wing mirrors out has a width of 2 m 7 cm. The width of the passage at its narrowest point is guess what 2 m 7 cm. It was quite nerve wracking driving in because we did not know this to be a fact and after a long journey, to manoeuvre a car with no margin for error is traumatising to say the least. If I’m to get a scratch on my car I would rather do it in different circumstances that these.
After much shouting and gesticulating we reversed the car out again and got someone else to drive the car in. The problem is that when you are in the alleyway you cannot open the doors to get out except by climbing through the back which was packed full with provisions. I received a small insight of what people might feel when stuck in a cave, elevator, car in an accident, or some such thing. We finally parked the faithful Volvo and decided to leave it there for the whole week because a friend who came with us had another car which he decided to park in a nearby street (well, 10 minutes away up a hill) and also I wasn’t going to go through the trauma of that more times than absolutely necessary. It would be madness to do it at night.
Fortune was on our side. As it happened there was a very good bus service from outside the door to St Ives which is on the north coast and Penzance which is on the south coast 3 miles away. Because we are incredibly old, pensioners no less, all the local buses are accessed by our free pass. If I had really wanted to I could have taken a bus from where I live in Somerset right down to the tip of Cornwall but I suspect it would have taken us more than a day. If I have nothing to do one day I will figure out if it is possible to do it. I suspect it will have to be a Saturday because only then are the bus passes are available at any time.
We had bought a lot of food with us because it is self catering. I had not done self catering for many years. The big advantage is that you don’t have to leave food at home to go bad. You just take it with you and then on the return journey you do the same. Mercifully, there is a huge branch of Sainsbury’s nearby, about a mile away, so you’re not going to be short of anything. Graham, myself and Francoise are all keen readers so we made a very good trio. We went for a brief walk on the first evening. I can’t remember if we had a bottle of wine but I don’t think so.
So we achieved the first aim of visit which was to arrive safe and sound without any traffic jams to speak of. Our double room was comfortable enough. The kitchen and living room were upstairs and the bedrooms were downstairs. The door key was stored in a coded box which means that every time you leave you put the key in the box so with any luck no one can get locked out. The front windows of the living room looked out directly on the English channel via a patio and the sound of the waves could be clearly heard. After a time, the sound become soporific and I realised that I was actually starting to relax. Can my left brained personality accept this challenge? We shall see.
This will be the third or is it the fourth time that we’ve been to this enormous show. I have long ago realised that it is impossible to take in everything that is going on and I feel visitors should go to themes that they feel comfortable with for example wood working, hedges, local cheeses, sheep shearing, and fall into a conversation with people who are running these features so that you get to know things that you could perhaps not read in the newspaper.
The public is charged between £20 and £25 admission depending on your status as a person and when you book. Bearing in mind that the people who exhibit also have to pay quite considerable fees you might say that that sounds expensive. On second thoughts, you might like to reflect on the huge amount of entertainment that is laid on by way of music, competitions, judging, and all the expenses associated with it. I would be surprised if less than 200 staff were employed both before and during the event.
Upon entry I went into the Christian tent where they give out free coffee and biscuits and invite you to buy religious books. There are always local ministers there to chat to whoever feels like it. We met a delightful lady whose name I did not recall who with her American husband spent 40 years teaching people how to be art teachers – in Tucson Arizona of all places. They also have a house in France which they used as a summer retreat in the three months when there was no semester. We spent about 20 minutes talking. She settled in Wells because the family was there but also because she liked the city and we agreed what a splendid place it was. I love such unexpected meetings. They make the whole thing worthwhile.
You can find previous references to my visits by using the search engine. I suppose I am drawn to different things each year but the pictorial examples below show my attention this time.
We left the show at just before five o’clock and went home via my favourite well-managed wood. It is completely litter free and feature free. It’s just a wood being itself.
I never tire of all the delightful stalls at Wells market. Wells is a very compact little city and you can’t miss the stalls which are right bang in the centre in front of the cathedral grounds. I bought some home-made savouries at the stall photographed above and munched my way around chewing my cud contentedly. There are some stallholders who are not local and you soon get to know them. There is someone who sells so-called pork pies which consists of about 5% meat and the rest potatoes and carrots and onions. If only these people would realise that reputations spread. The fish sellers always have big queues whilst others are mysteriously empty
Today we have two guests arriving and staying for a few days. We shall be attending the Bath and West Festival tomorrow. Thank goodness we were not going today because there has been intermittent drizzle all day and for a predominantly outdoor show this is no fun. For a start, the number of visitors declines markedly so they probably had 50% of the people they would have had on the first day of a sunny disposition. Like most things, this will stabilise and I see the forecast for tomorrow is much better with warming conditions as the weekend approaches.
I use a great app on my mobile called darksky and it shows quite accurately the weather from hour to hour. It does it better than the BBC weather forecast which has been dumbed down, no doubt to save a few thousands of pounds, but that’s the BBC all over. Don’t start me on that one.
We tend to take the arrival of guests as a stimulus to clean our property so everything gets the once over including the bathroom, toilet, dusty chairs, and most of all spiderwebs. Spiders seem to take a liking to us for some reason and their fine webs – almost unreachable in some cases – seem to take over sometimes overnight. Fortunately, we live in a bungalow and do not have stairs to climb otherwise I feel the whole exercise would be more exhausting than it is at the moment. I think the answer is to finish the cleaning some time before the guests are due to arrive so you don’t appear to them to be like a wet exhausted blanket and you have some bounce and vigour to engage in conversation. We are meeting someone called Jacqueline who we have never met before but she is the sister of my friend Graham who is a good judge of character and with whom I get on well.
I was going to finish a gardening job this afternoon but as soon as I even thought of it the rain started to come down more consistently. Cutting lawns is not a great success when each blade of grass sticks to the inside of the mower and we more or less have to scoop out the wet grass, dripping with water, and taking twice the time.
Bruton in East Somerset, is one of the more affluent towns in our wider locality. As soon as you meet the local inhabitants you can detect their affluence and the fact that they have time to enjoy themselves, time for other people and are not too troubled by the exigencies of this life. Below is an example of a group of people meeting over tea in the local church of St Mary’s.
As I sat down to tea, I noticed a person with the apparel of a Franciscan monk with the familiar brown robe. We fell easily into conversation. It turns out that he had been a member of Hilfield Priory, one of half a dozen Franciscan monasteries in the UK. John as he is called is now retired and moved up to what he calls a tertiary level. He comes along to St Mary’s Church most afternoons and sits and talks to whoever comes along. He feels his main mission is to listen to people and respect the differences between everyone and effectively we all have lives that are unique.
We discovered to our great amusement that our birthdays were one week apart in the same year, 1944 so we discussed what a splendid year that was and what a fortuitous time to be born. He said that although he is officially retired he will never retire.
He recommended a book called “Falling Upward: a spirituality for the two halves of life” written by Richard Rohr. When I got home I immediately ordered the book because it was recommended in love and caring by someone who was obviously pretty good at evaluating people. John had figured out that I might want to read this book so once again, Amazon, here we come. I find if I do things immediately, everything goes in phase with a good result.
He further recommended that I consider the Priory for a retreat of a few days though it was me that maybe initial enquiry. They have a policy that they don’t charge a fixed accommodation charge but they ask people to give what they can manage. Evidently, last year, they made a surplus of £22,000 which they gave to charity. I do have to admire them for that because I would tend to ask a fixed fee. To a very small extent with my gardening I do make allowances for people who can’t spend so much on getting their garden nice …but this is a different league, big-time stuff. The monastery has eight single guest rooms and a couple of twins. The house is open from Tuesday to Sunday so Monday is their day of rest. It would certainly do me good to be my own, calm down, and spend some time reading and in conversation without having my mobile apparatus or my PC to hand. I’m sure the world can get on very well without me.
Today, there was the Bruton (BA10 0AW) Packhorse fair, a slight misnomer because there were no horses never mind Pack Horses but there probably were at some time. I could be slightly acerbic and say that it was a combination of a higher quality car boot sale and a food fair with musical entertainment for all ages.
The area is remarkable because there are three good schools of high-quality and this was reflected in the behaviour and comportment of the children with scarcely a mobile phone being used as a phone.
We took some time to walk up a hill, natural or constructed I do not know, to visit what is locally called Dovecote House. It is now abandoned but was originally a limestone tower built between the 15th and 17th century. The building was used as a dovecote to house pigeons and doves. It was acquired by the National trust in 1915 and they have managed the site since then undertaking restoration work. It is a magnificent sight and well worth the short walk but you need to be fairly physically fit to manage the steep gradient.
At the end of the four hour window that we had allocated, we had seen and done enough. One can only have so much tea and cake. I did not get a chance to have a go at the Extinction Rebellion stall. I find that people are brainwashed and seem to have the idea that the world will auto destruct in 12 years unless we removed our precious natural fertiliser, carbon dioxide, from everywhere. It does seem to me a case of bad science supporting bad science all of course funded by the industry that stands to gain, namely the carbon credit industry.
We said goodbye to our friend Andrew who as I write is driving up the motorway to Manchester where he lives. Back home we washed the sheets in preparation for our next guests arriving this Wednesday evening. We love having guests. It’s lovely when they come but we also need our own space so it’s great when they go but we need to have the feeling that we have given them a great time. It is very noticeable that some guests do not disturb the environment at all and are more or less family. You don’t have to put on a particular show in order for them to feel at home, they can make themselves a cup of tea and so on and that’s the sort of guests I like.
A large part of my psychology has nostalgia for the times of old or should I say days of yore when I was innocent and the sense of community was stronger. I remember when my father who was a Church of England vicar preached on Sundays, there were at least three services; eight o’clock Communion, nine o’clock Communion, matins at 11 o’clock and evening service at 630pm I was in the choir and I had to go three times a Sunday no matter how much I tried to wriggle out of it.
Today we took a trip down nostalgia Lane. There is a community restaurant and centre much loved by the bikers and ramblers called Sweets Tea Rooms. The first time I saw it I fell in love with it and have been back many times. Anyone new to the area? This is a great centre for exploration of this ancient part of the country so set your GPS device to BS28 4UE and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry if you are going on your own because you can speak to absolutely everyone.
Within the tearooms there is a door on the right. It is an entrance to what is possibly the scruffiest historical museum ever. The damp ensures that some of the items are falling to pieces but such is the wonder of the variety that it is worth the £2.50 admission fee. I took my friend Andrew there to have a look round. The following pictures will give you some idea of what you can expect. It will appeal to gadget people and those interested in the quirky and unusual.
Anyway, off to the Levels themselves. I have covered them previously so in the search engine put ‘Somerset Levels’ and revisit. On this occasion we discovered a bird hide; if you look very carefully in the distance you can just about see Glastonbury Tor.
The historic levels are always lovely to see and are never the same no matter how many times you go. They have used tree bark in a successful attempt to make the walking comfortable and bouncy.
Just watching a fascinating story about an Australian Gregory Smith who was send to an orphanage at 10 years and ended up wandering through a forest. He ended up becoming a University lecturer. It is a ’60 minutes’ production of ABC, the Australian public broadcasting service. Riveting. Watch it.
Wiltshire is just a few miles east of where we are so it was with great pleasure that we found out about the Wylye Valley Art Trail, which describes itself as a celebration of visual art in South West Wiltshire. 87 artists took part.
Here is a photo journal of our trip with comment as necessary.This simple prefab type building is deceptive. It is the heart and soul of the local area, AKA Upper Deverills Village Hall. They have everything in it, weddings, dances, socials, exhibitions, dancing, every type of activity you could imagine. There is no question that Wiltshire is different from Somerset. It is a much richer area for demographic reasons that I cannot figure out. There were only a few of us there and we were greeted in a businesslike way by the organisers and then welcomed by a lady who had been doing art classes for 24 years.
Spring is in full flood leading to in summer; this was a shot made in the playing field of which the village building was a part.
We went to a most civilised group of artists; Joanna Miln, Bridget Beattie, Virginia de Chenecey produced animal, still life and landscape paintings and commissions and beautiful bespoke jewellery. The garden was absolutely superb and to die for. If I had £1 million plus I would definitely buy it. The area ‘suffers’ from lack of mobile signal, lucky things, so I can walk around without getting prickly fingers and dizzy effects which I normally do in areas of high EMF radiation
The affable owner, clearly a very competent man who had sold out and made his millions occupied himself keeping his ducks.
I very much appreciated the lovely garden cushion and made a mental note to buy one myself for our garden.
It’s on a three seater bench in case you cant see. There’s nothing I like more than the unexpected; we came across the birthplace of St Christopher Wren, the designer of St Paul’s Cathedral in London. First, I found a plaque on the small village green and then I found the house
We then went to the local post office and community store where one advertisement caught my eye.
I can just can imagine the conversation.
Brian ( on seeing a tortoise) Hello, are you Norman?
Tortoise: continues munching
Brian: if you are Norman, can you please respond by nodding your head.
Tortoise: no response
Brian: well I am going to pick you up and see if your name is engraved anywhere on your shell
Tortoise: suddenly springs into life and speaks. Actually I am the aforesaid Norman, the world’s first speaking Tortoise. However, one thing I do object to is being picked up and examined so would you mind please calling the number on the advertisement and taking me back home
Brian: numb with shock well yes of course.
We went to another local artist and were encouraged to enter by this rather splendid trans-sexual mannequin.
We made a vain attempt to find a lunch or snack and found a place called the Fox and Hounds which was clearly for the well-to-do country dweller; there was no main course for less than £11 or £12 when all we wanted was a sandwich so we felt that we would probably end up by spending between £40 and £50 on the three of us so we decided to give it a miss. On exiting the area in the car park of the pub we saw a splendid 2CV
To Shaftesbury where we found a happy-go-lucky community-based cafe and had our snack. I love the sign on a shelfWe were running out of time as most of the events closed at 5 PM so we went along to a bijou centre formed out of a Scandinavian type hut which overlooked a delightful field. I would love to have an office in such surroundingsWe were introduced to the topic of Dorset buttons, an old tradition, see below for description
We finished our day with what we realises was the highlight of the whole thing for me anyway. No less than Matthew Burt, who makes amazing furniture from beautiful British timbers. This man deserves an MBE for his dedication to high quality working of wood. It is being an obsession which started with at the age of 24. He is now approaching his 70th birthday. He has survived impossible financial odds and ploughs all his profit back into the industry. Recently he went on a fund raising mission to further publicise his work. He asked his financial adviser how much his business was worth and the answer was “whatever you have the balls to estimate it as”.
I absolutely loved his dedication and enthusiasm for his work. He told me that he knew the origin of every single piece of wood in his voluminous wood store. I could write much more out of this but will do so when I recall it as we are off to the next trip tomorrow, to the Somerset levels.
You could hardly think of a simpler job. We have a delightful old lady who wants us to clear quite a large area, I cannot call it a garden, and basically de-weed it. I agree this is not the most exciting topic in the whole world but nature will not be trifled with. We have tried to clear this area, pictured, of weeds on about seven occasions and dug them all until there is nothing left but each time nature brings on a new genre of unwanted plants or weeds shall we say.
We have already done one blitz this year and we left it five weeks before coming along that was a mistake. Before this picture was taken we have taken out individually hundreds of chickweed and now we have these minute weeds of which there must be thousands. If we take each one out of the ground that would take us at least a day and the budget does not cover that. My unilateral decision had been to take a cultivator and then pick out the weeds that appear on the surface and next time hopefully they will not be so difficult or numerous. I tried the cultivator but the ground was too dry.
.This brings me to the whole topic of allowances for things that may go wrong on a job. Crossrail, the railway system that was designed to go across London with access to Heathrow has been delayed for about two years now due to signalling problems – would you believe. The U.K.’s ability to mess things up is available for all to see in wonderful technicolour. The idea to enable universal contact within the whole of the national health system was given to IBM. I wonder why they failed after £250 million was spent and let’s not even talk about HS2 the wonder railway system with no economic reason for its is it 56 1/2 billion pounds? Who cares, it’s the government money but we pay through our taxes. I would love to have spent this money on nurses, doctors, police, social workers, people who really make the system work. Just imagine, all this money just to make sure people get to their destination 20 minutes earlier.
Overruns are more common than you think. Normally, I don’t go over budget with my gardening work but nevertheless it is necessary to build in a factor no matter how simple the job may seem. I have told the dear lady. We are working that there will be an extra charge and she is happy to comply but I did not expect the weeds that you can see here. We have been doing this particular plot of land over the course of 18 months and we have never seen this genre. Nature is full of surprises.
It is always pleasant to see an historical car and this was spotted when I was standing by the bus stop in the middle of Midsomer Norton.
After a very pleasant breakfast at Wetherspoon’s, off on a bus to Bath to a meeting in a Congregational Church Hall on the topic of 5G. The meeting was limited to half a dozen of us who suffered in varying degrees from electro-sensitivity.
Some of us display very acute symptoms when there is the slightest amount of measurable EMF around and the room we had selected was quite low but even that was disturbing to some. We therefore moved out into a courtyard surrounded by stone walls and I must say the atmosphere was very much more peaceful. I honestly do not think I could have survived in a city like London where I lived for 50 years with my present level of sensitivity. I think people must have to ‘zombify’ themselves and just cut off from their senses and take refuge in alcohol etc. I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse to be unaware of electromagnetic fields.
It is very interesting how many people who are described as introvert spark up when the right environment is there. In other words if they feel they are with kindred spirits, there is no stopping them. I found this at our two-hour meeting which zipped by like it was 10 minutes. We were all jumping in, making points, nodding at each other, showing that we knew what we were talking about.
The number of people interested in 5G from the inside point of view and prepared to take an active part probably numbers dozens of the inhabitants of Bath and of Bristol. However, I suspect that many more people are aware of the subject, and vaguely link it to the cutting down of trees and the gaining of very high speed download of videos. They are neither for nor against but if approached in the right way they would certainly be interested to hear about the downside, the dangerous side, of basically being zapped with microwaves. The problem is that fear prevents you from joining the dots which if you look at the facts dispassionately are pretty obvious.
There are as many entry points as there are people so for example we might catch someone’s attention by saying that 5G enables spying. This means that your movements within your house can be tracked and that when you throw away your toothpaste, that will be registered and an advert pops up on your mobile phone advertising a particular brand of the product. It is easy to understand why no research was done (Tom Fellows) because this is possibly the biggest moneymaker of all time second only to climate change. From my web site V00080 Forcing a total, Saturated 5G future…. without safety checks. Aug 19 2017 Truth Stream. See the wonderful Tom Fellows in action. Others may not be bothered by this but might be troubled by the increased incidence of nosebleeds, depression, fertility rates, among those who are exposed to 5G.
Someone in the meeting complained that there was a router in her office and this give her pains in her arms and legs. The problem is that you can only really be believed by someone who has experienced it themselves.
One of the people had a natural talent for design and although the above can be improved, it is very visual and eye-catching.
My impression is that there are very few people who have yet found a group, no matter how small. There is a big chance to build a group into let us say 50 or 100 people where having a public meeting would make sense. I took along some of my 5G leaflets and I gave people 50 or so to hand round to see what effect they would have.
A group having a meeting about anything that threatens the comfortable ness and somnambulance of the population will not be thanked but I think if we concentrate on self damning evidence given by the industry itself we might stand less of a chance of being called the tin hat brigade.
We were told quite shocking facts that about 46% of the couples in Mumbai, India, cannot conceive. This came from a professor so presumably it has some credibility but I must do more research. I feel if we told the full story to people in the very first instance they would simply switch off so I think we have to say things little by little in the way that you give it child taste of food assuring that you do them no harm, and are now willing to eat more. I hope that is not seen as patronizing and I can’t think of any better analogy at the moment.
whenever I go to Bath I always have an eye open for interesting features and we start this little photographic essay at the Holbourne Museum which is splendidly situated in Bath and I would recommend everyone paid a visit both for its art work and for the restaurant on the ground floor. On the way to the art museum I saw this van. This is inside the grounds of the gallery itself.and then inside the gallery on the first floor looking outI then went to to Bath city Art Gallery where there is an exhibition by local artists. I love the freshness and spontaneity of these works.
On my way around the town I spoke with an American woman who has been staying in Bath since Monday and was having a wonderful time. She said how friendly everyone was. She said it made such a change from America. I joked with her and said that if she went on like that I would report her to Donald Trump who would send a tweet to everyone.
It continues to be a wonderful day albeit a little bit cold so I think I shall go into the garden and have a sit. Today, Teresa May was trying to introduce a souped up fourth attempt to get her Brexit bill across and I’m sure she will fail. If we leave the European Union without a deal I think that’s a great idea. About 80% of our laws are from the European Union and many of them are a disgraceful attack on our liberty.
Sometimes, the weather conditions are perfect. A light breeze, the sun is shining on the clouds causing a wonderful three-dimensional effect, and life seems good. It is difficult to be in a bad mood with such weather.
I was on my way to see my physiotherapist, who is much more than the name implies. He is very interested not only in physiotherapy but physiotherapy with animals, and the use of acupuncture in general. He is widely read and studies material from Russia. According to him, the nose, ears, hands and feet are all very valuable portals to the energies of the body including the musculature. I complained of lower back pain where I could scarcely get out of bed and he spent at least half an hour working on my hands. At the end of the session the stiffness had not disappeared but it had certainly diminished by about 50%. I think we severely under estimate the amazing pattern of neural networks that comprise the body.
That Is all I Want to write today. The evening is absolutely superb, and a lovely time to sit in the garden having a drink.
Our goldfish love the sun and they gather together either sunbathing or swimming around fast. Our Buddha, below, contemplates everything, but he’s being slowly swallowed by the prolific growth around him.
I try to keep up with myself and my duties more or less but I find an accumulation of jobs that really need to be done and cannot wait any longer. The existence of this fact hangs on me and there is no question, you just have to put aside everything else and just get on with it.
Doctor’s appointments, things that have to be mended, things that have to be cleaned out and refreshed, phone calls that need to be made and cannot be put off any longer. My biggest characteristic, I don’t want to say fault, is not getting on with my tax returns. I have set myself this year the target that I really must get round to doing my tax returns early as opposed to waiting till December. It is now nearly the end of May. I shall likely tell myself that I will do them on my return from holiday and then something will come up. I shall let you know when the happy day comes.
I can of course blame Russia for sending me microwaves to frazzle my mind. It seems that America and their slavish puppy dog the United Kingdom blame everything on Russia including wars, spying on other people, economic disruption, poisoning and of course global warming. It really makes me sick to see how America lie, bullying and murder their way round the world. The Hawks are so arrogant they just go on doing it and more or less tell everyone what they are doing knowing that no one in the mainstream media would dare to do anything about it. Are there any investigative reporters left? There are a few dead ones I grant you.
I watched ‘Crosstalk’ which is a very good program run by Russia Today where you hear well-qualified people talking about both sides of the picture and giving references or what they had said. they were commenting that in Syria, the films of children suffering were manufactured and these were used as justification for the war and destruction of Syria. I am now waiting for the same thing to happen with Iran but I think this country is a tough customer.
If anyone is not up to speed, America thinks it owns the world and can interfere and destabilise regimes because they do not conform to the hegemony and dictatorship of this gateway to hell as I call the USA. The USA survives on three economic basis; debt with a charge ridiculous rates of interest and get countries in hock typically happening after a disaster; wars of which they have started 42 since World War II and counting (peace is not profitable) and finally drugs of both types. Pharmaceutical drugs are phenomenal money spinners and as regards the other class of drugs how many people know that the CIA have always been the major drug runners of the world, cocaine and suchlike. If the USA itself were ever to get a Nobel prize for anything it should be for hypocrisy.
So, we took our friend to a fairly muted version of the normal Cheddar car boot market and incidentally recorded the rather anxious bleating of sheep who had been separated from their lambs.
They have recently put up the price for cars from £1 to £2 so maybe some people will be put off coming but after some months I think they will get used to it.
Now look, I don’t use the name of Tommy Cooper lightly, but I have to say that Gary Devies who has been working for 20 years at Cheddar car boot sale is a master of his art. To go near to his large refrigerated lorry is to court danger. Initially, people stand about 20 m away and listen. That is stage one. Stage two is when they move forward, slightly curious and realising what a great value the offers comprise. Stage three, the final stage, is when they move closer to the action to within about 2 or 3 m, keen to make an offer. They are caught like a fly in a spiders web. The salesman knows this and allows the process take its inexorable course.
I can only give a touch of his talent by showing you this video.
.After all this time, he even knows who is going to put up their hand and bid, as in an auction, even before they’ve done it. In an exquisitely choreographed presentation he exchanges gay banter with the public with mock insults on his own staff. He offers £20 worth of really good meat “someone take this off me please” interspersed by sudden £5 and £10 bargain offers. Below you can see what I bought for £10 which consists of 14 very generous pork chops, total weight 2.4 kg, which will keep me going for the next couple of weeks at least. Freezer here we come.
In the main field area I spotted a van. I had to give the utmost credit for sign writing. That must have taken absolutely ages. Use Ctrl and + to magnify the image.
…. or come to that, move anywhere. In my considered observation over a period of time the best guide to the liveliness of the place are the flyers that appear posted up on boarded-up shops or hairdressers or community minded restaurants. You can see how much community spirit lies in a particular area. Of course if you want to know house prices etc you have got Zoopla and other concantenators of such things. The question you should be asking, inter-alia, is would you actually enjoy yourself in a particular place, would you fit in?
Another source of information is Trip Adviser to which I have submitted hundreds of reviews over the years. In this day of Internet provision there is no excuse for being uninformed.
I do not particularly need to comment on the following images which speak for themselves but enjoy them and see what impression you get
Up early at seven o’clock to drive to Frome for a breakfast and preparation for a large Christian men’s event run by Men United. The Cheese and Grain is a large working community with a restaurant and Hall that is used for a variety of events mainly musical. You never know how many people are going to show up and I thought it was quite brave of the organisers booked such a large venue. At 9 AM, one hour before the start, most of the preparation had been finished. By 9:50 AM, however, the hall was pretty much full and I was told by the hall manager that there were about 280 people seated.
I decided to welcome people by standing at the door with a sign on my jersey reading “welcome”. I tried to figure out whether the visitors were already members of the churches of which there were four in participation or whether they were the public just coming along to see what was going on. The latter was the aim; to attract the unchurched so to speak and as I sit here at my computer reflecting on the meeting I realised it was difficult to spot who the newcomers were.
I would say the average age of the men was about 65. There were a few “spotty youths” as we would say but they were friendly people but perhaps a little bit unused to the Happy Clappy atmosphere engendered by the music.
The event had laid on tea and coffee which participants could help themselves to and it was very nice as a greeter to be able to direct someone somewhere specific rather than just pointing to the innards of the hall.
People said some strange things when they entered. One chap said “good evening good afternoon good morning” and said “I really don’t even know what day it is”. Another chap came along with his flies undone and as the un-doneness was rather flagrant I had to tell him he should do something. I said that we don’t mind because we are all men but he said he did mind. We all had a laugh at that.
And then, the atmosphere changed. I was then that a slim female appeared at the door to whom I took an instant dislike. It was a smile as I did not trust – here was a lesson for me never to get entangled with such people. She asked a question about whether women were allowed in and I said in my normally non-PC way, no, it’s an event for men, thinking to myself that if it was an event for women there is no way they’d allow men to come in. She asked me all sorts of questions about what we did and what the programme was. I got the impression she was asking for the sake of it and not because she really wanted to know. It was an act, a fake.
I haven’t a clue what the detailed programme was so I went off and found her a copy. There was something profoundly untrustworthy about her. I think it was either the passive aggressiveness or the veiled hostility towards men. Interestingly, I found myself shaking and continued to shake for about 10 minutes afterwards. This is my sign that there is entity activity somewhere and a person is not who they seem. I felt, rightly or wrongly, that she wanted to hit back at people. Later on, the manager came up to me and said there was a policy that no one is excluded so obviously she had made a complaint. He was good-natured enough and said to me “just so that you know” in other words a non-combative style. I responded that I understood
In future, if such people come across me I will say as little as possible because whatever you say will cause anger or irritation because of their predisposition. I think these people are dangerous because they know they can accuse people of being discriminatory. Someone else asked if the meeting was sexist and I said ‘no’ it is specific. Had I had the time I would say that women’s yoga classes can be specific to women who choose to do yoga with other women. I think it is pointless trying to engage with such people because they have their minds firmly made up and to explain your side of things is a waste of breath.
The event started, of all things, with a darts match.
The first speaker was the footballer Linvoy Primus CBE who had been a leading footballer with many clubs. He was describing how it was that his faith emerged, an event that happened to be preceded by a high flying, high living but insecure life.
There are several reasons why I found his performance riveting. First, he was completely honest about his successes and failures. Secondly when he came to faith he described all his defense mechanisms against Christianity when finally being persuaded to go to church. He decided in advance no handshaking, no handshaking with smiles, and no shaking of hands with smiles with eye contact. However he found that he broke these three rules in the first 2 minutes so obviously underneath there was a believer trying to get out
The retired footballer spent a good three quarters of his time telling us about his life. A challenge and invitation normally comes at the end of an evangelical speech but this did not quite happen. He gave a witness testimony about when he gave his life to Jesus, not just in name but in reality in so far as it affected his day to day activity and relationships to his fellow football players.
I spoke to him personally afterwards and discussed the difference between the meaning of the word ‘combative’ and the word ‘assertive’. We agreed that the state of mind was the most important thing and you could not tell that from someone’s behavioural characteristics.
I think the way to get people converted to any new idea is to be boyishly enthusiastic yourself and bring people into your orbit by almost a magnetic attraction. I like the way he did not paint a rosy picture of belief saying that you are going to be criticized for your faith in what is largely a nonreligious world.
I have a chat with my friend Ian, a vicar at a local church, and we talked about Linvoy’s Charisma. The word means “compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others“. I started the conversation by saying that everyone is potentially charismatic if they are true to themselves. Ian said he thought it was a matter of practice in terms of projection and speaking before an audience. I replied by saying that I think everyone can develop this quality but in some it is more extant than in others. We also agreed that if you don’t know who someone is you’re not going to take anything they say at face value.
We broke for lunch at about 12:30 PM and I escaped outside. I went for a wander around the open-air food market in Frome which happens every Saturday in the parking area just in front of the Cheese and Grain. I had to run out of the hall because I felt that somewhere near me there was a Wi-Fi router. I was getting unpleasant prickles in my head and in my hands, the usual thing with me, but knowing the reason doesn’t make it any easier let alone be able to concentrate on a topic.
I returned to the hall in the afternoon at 2 PM to hear Mike Hall, Ex. Bishop of Bristol, talk about an accident where his wife nearly died and the effect it had on his faith. It had a good effect on his faith by the way.
My standards for speakers are quite high. I don’t want to see any form of exhibitionism, I want people to admit their faults, and I do want to see a speaking from the heart. I don’t mind if the technique is not brilliant. They say that Mother Theresa was not a good speaker but the conviction of her words riveted everyone who listened. It is a pity that she recanted aspects of her belief at a later stage when she had retired.
One of the reasons I sit at the back of the hall is that I can escape if I find the subject matter boring or I can pace around. In this case the tea and coffee and biscuits were at the back which gave me the opportunity to nibble discretely at some rather nice digestive biscuits.
Reflecting on the whole day, I was glad I went. The darts at the beginning was a complete puzzle to me. I don’t think that many men over 65 are interested in the game but it did engender a good mood and the group mind we can say. Whether that is a good or bad thing I do not know, but people did stay through the whole day and seemed to enjoy themselves. During the breaks, many people had any major discussions with each other so in view of the fact that the whole thing was paid for and therefore free, I don’t think anyone can complain.
In part two of this diary I call shall consider whether Frome is worth living in as an area and what types of people are attracted to it.
I really must learn my lesson not to take anything for granted when the customer says “I leave it entirely up to you”. Normally, that is a sign that people are not particularly concerned about their budget and will pay what is necessary and this was the line that I took. The garden was easy enough to do though volume of spoil was considerable. We took away 12 one-ton sacks of material to the recycle.
Because we had been given carte blanche, I decided to tackle the area in no man’s land behind the fence which would enable the customer to have a clear view over the valley in front. It was quite a trial, involving four types of tools, cutting, sawing, plain and simple hacking away of deadwood but we made it.
At the end of the second day I decided to broach the subject of the actual cost. I said that remodelling gardens normally attracts a charge of £500 plus. The lady, who was a bright and humour filled 90-year-old said that that was too much for her. She said the last person to do the job charged £250. I had a rather difficult situation because sometimes older people get time a bit confused and it may be that the last person did the job five years ago but the figure of £250 stuck in her mind and I don’t think she was going to be moved from it.
We eventually agreed a price of £400. I economised with my time somewhat not to go too much over the hours. She thought we were expensive and said other people charged £20 an hour. I have had the problem before that the customer thinks that if two workers come along their combined earnings should be £20 an hour in fact of course it should be two people, two lots of £20, equals £40 an hour. I normally agree the price before we start but for some reason I did not do so on this occasion and this led to slight embarrassment but the next morning she greeted me warmly.
Anyway I’m glad we did the job . We worked like Trojans except for brief tea breaks and I believe made a big difference. The customer was happy. We made it a rule not to accept the money until the customer declares satisfaction. Once again, and I know I keep banging on about this, but I felt that there was a lot of love in the garden and she did confirm that her late husband had paid great attention to it, and we were somehow nurtured by this love and it did not seem like work, but manifestation.
Later, I went to see another job and met the affable Ian from Lancashire. I made a dreadful error of thinking his accent was Yorkshire. It is the duty of every tenant to maintain their garden in good order and I was asked to come along and mow the lawn. I seem to have obtained a regular job, coming along during the summer and keeping the lawn in order. This is good petrol money so I’m glad to do it.
The visitor season is upon us. We have someone coming tonight leaving Monday. We have someone else coming down from Manchester on Friday and leaving the following Monday. The Wednesday after that, we have two people visiting. We shall take them to the Bath and West show in Shepton Mallet and then we’re going to take a brief vacation in Cornwall. No peace for the wicked but it is nice seeing friends I must say. We are banning shoes from our living room because of the pristine new carpet. I wonder how long that will last.
Tomorrow morning, Saturday, I must rise early because I must attend as a member of staff and evangelical meeting of the Christian variety that is happening in Frome. This is a combined initiative of four men’s groups. Most of them have no idea how much Christianity is being marginalised at the expense of the Muslim faith. It is a specific policy of the New World order to marginalise religion particularly Christianity, to destroy the family unit, to create a one world government and a one world legislative system and all sorts of other horrors. I really believe that most of these people think that Jesus will save us. The problem is that users cannot save us from apathy, blindness, indifference, use or misuse of free will etc. easy supposed to turn us into robots and say “well, perhaps this free will idea wasn’t so good after all?” Oh cynic that I am I think it is rather far-fetched
Off we went about midday to repair a rather untidy garden. It’s the usual story, the husband predeceases his wife. She loves the garden but cannot do it any more so just needs it done. The lady we are dealing with has a pleasant disposition, 90 years of age, bright as a button but little bit deaf, and makes us a cup of tea. Just the sort of customer we like.
My policy with untidy gardens is to start with the most difficult element and then work from there. It’s a bit like doing a jigsaw puzzle. I don’t start at one end and finish the other. I tidy little bits and pieces and then it all comes together. I find the most creative thing is to do the job roughly, take a break, then see with a clearer eye probably next day what needs to be done. I always try and communicate with the garden or should I say the spirits of the garden and tried to do what it requires.
A common problem is that plants are planted too close together so as a result crowd each other out. I can understand when you come across an empty garden and want to fill it but it is best to read the instruction on the packets so to speak and allow for what the plants or indeed bushes require. Bushes will fight for light and survival and seeing them bunched to close together even in a hedge is not a pretty sight.
We stuffed the car full of spoil and went off to the dump and then to home. During the day, I had correspondence with a chap called Paul who is a fellow sufferer from electromagnetic fields. He finds that he is becoming withdrawn. He said he was coming to the area to visit his father and would like to come and see us. The evening came and went and no Paul. We then received a text from him saying that his father had to be rushed to hospital and it was very serious.
We sometimes tend to forget that people who do most for society themselves have the greatest burdens. I think Paul has had his problems for many years and cannot live like other people. I feel sure he has a friend but I don’t think she quite understands what it’s like to suffer from fields. I say to someone today that if I get too much exposure from my computer or walking around cities, it’s like hedgehogs raining down on my head. I can fully understand people thinking I’m crazy but I don’t say these things or indeed experience them for fun.
I got a quote for some new varifocal glasses. Without any whistles and bells the price was £220. I shall search elsewhere.
I continue to be stunned by this ridiculous global warming nonsense. In fact the Earth is cooling and approaching what is called the Maunder minimum. The lie about man-made global warming due to man made carbon dioxide is being perpetuated because of the enormous profits to be made from carbon credits. I read that British Steel recently had to pay £130 million into the system. What a wonderful racket! So long as they can keep the lie going for long enough the money will come rolling in.
If you don’t think the Earth is actually cooling, have a look at this article in The Science Times.
After three days of dystopian material given to me at a conference between 9 AM and 10 PM every day the time has come to have a break and seek refuge in nature. The most difficult images to get out of my mind are pictures of Yellow jacket protesters being shot directly in the face with rubber bullets. The so-called police who do this are anonymous with no identification, showing no sensitivity or compassion towards the peaceful persons that they attack.
Anyway, today’s trip was to Compton Dando. It is a small village south of Bath, very affluent by the look of it and has its own website. The splendid Compton Inn also has its own website and by the look of it I shall be paying a visit soon. Anyway, I’m ahead of myself.
The group involved was AgeUK and they organise good walks in the locality. They are supervised as you have to with an butage group that is slightly vulnerable. I took a few pictures to show you the splendid countryside that is still extant, looking all the better in the bright sun.Lucky old sheep having a wonderful time. Oh that all animals could have such an environment.This is an image of Lordswood full of bluebells and the exuberance of spring.
I then drove off to a hospital appointment via Compton Dando which has itself very well organised. Here is a shot of the village centre, more like a village green.This is the central bus station. Public transport is not the greatest. The man who you see in the picture took delight in telling me that there is one bus per week to Bath that departs from this bus stop at 10 AM.
This is the interior of the very comfortable and traditional Compton Inn. I love the laid-back atmosphere of the whole place. It is very intimate and ‘human’. The best test of the vitality of an town or village is its noticeboard.
Lots of ideas that could be multiplied through the length and breadth of the country but here it all is in miniature.
On to Bath for my monthly examination for wet macular eye disease. The amount of water in the layers of the eye has stayed stable so I don’t need another injection but she did think they may be a need for a cataract operation which is the replacement of the lens in the eye. This operation takes about half an hour and you are fully awake through it.
After three years without changing my prescription the consultant encouraged me to have some new glasses and said that if this does not lessen the symptoms that I have – sometime light blindness and being dazzled – then I should consider putting myself on the list for the operation.
It was a slight culture shock to see in the waiting area the advertisement below but then times are changing I suppose.
A brief visit to Bath. It would be quite difficult to describe the colour of this car (below) on your insurance application. It certainly stands out in a crowd and I would think twice if I were so inclined before stealing it.
Today, the sun was very bright and in spite of wearing two pairs of sunglasses it was very difficult to drive back to Midsomer facing into the sun but obviously I made it otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this diary.
Following on from yesterday, our weekend conference did continue so I watched through the Sunday sunshine yesterday and finished off watching a couple of presentations this evening. We heard first-hand from someone who’d been on the riots so-called riots in Paris – the yellow jackets – and hence seeing and hearing how a European police force had mercilessly fired soft bullets at people for just parading peacefully. Many people have lost an eye when rubber bullets were fired at them. Police used CS spray gas with poisonous substances in on young, old, people in wheelchairs, but anyone with a banner.
It’s amazing that people that go to such marches on what courage they have. The witness thought that Macron the President of France is turning into a dictator. She thinks he has his eyes on being the president of the European Union.
It is a late hour, nearly midnight, but I want to reflect on the numerous conversations I’ve had with people who simply don’t believe what I’m saying about an alternative view of the world. One of the people talked about the five stages.
Cognitive dissonance: “ha ha you are a conspiracy theorist”
this can be the first stage to waking up that it is questionable whether any value can be gained when a person is so prejudiced that they are unlikely to hear what you have to say.
A person can be angry ” Maybe it is the Stockholm syndrome” they say. (This was when people were imprisoned and eventually fell in love with their captors).
negotiation – could the theory that you have be a coincidence? At least the person is engaging.
depression – the person will say when listening to you “is it that bad?” At that moment you can certainly have a conversation in which you present the facts.
acceptance – when they admit that the world is not what the mainstream media would have them believe. It’s what we call ‘accepting the red pill’ as in the film “the Matrix”. Then, they are probably on your wavelength than it’s worth spending a lot of time sharing your experiences.
If a person in the normal course of their life have three or four such kindred spirits they are rich indeed because most people through fear cling to an illusory world. How many people realise that our Prime Minister of the United Kingdom Teresa May, has all the time behind the scenes been signing up to the European police force and making sure that we never actually leave the European Community. That is why she is deliberately stalling and making impossible demands. I believe that all politicians are either bribed or blackmailed and end up following the steps of the corporate masters.
Incidentally, did you know that the United States of America is a corporation not a country? On that rather dystopian note it is time for bed.
I went off to Wetherspoon’s this morning to have breakfast in anticipation of another day sitting watching amazing presentations on various aspects of alternative reality. (See yesterday’s diary). I returned home by nine o’clock – having had an excellent egg Benedict – to find a blank screen. At half-past nine came an apology. Sorry we cannot bring you the service today. My guess is that they ran out of bandwidth. In other words, you are allowed to upload so much material to the world in general from your website in any given 24-hour period; after that red flags go up, and you cannot upload any more data.
From the organiser’s point of view, it may have been impossible to estimate the amount of bandwidth especially as some people sign up to receive it at the last moment. Goodness only knows how you negotiate with a network provider at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning. My guess is that there would have been a large amount of talking to answering machines and “please get back to me as soon as possible”
So, I can spend the day looking at a blank screen which says “AV 10 Weekend Livestream” or I could turn my attention to something else. There are a million things that I need to do. The shed needs a good clean out, I have a mountain of filing to do, the attic needs some items thrown away finally, I am halfway through one or two interesting books.
However, the sun is shining.
No one is holding a gun to my head. I have the choice to do – something or absolutely nothing. ‘Absolutely nothing’ does not include watching TV which is a state of mind which can become unrelaxing and counter-productive if the material is either violent or fake news. By fake news I mean main stream news – but let’s not go there on a Sunday morning. I think I shall just BE for a time. In fact, for as long as I feel like it.
“happiness is doing nothing, and then resting afterwards”
“sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me”
“doing nothing is very hard to do – you never know when you’re finished”
“it may look like I’m doing nothing, but I’m actively waiting for my problems to go away”
“sometimes the most important thing to do is to do nothing”
“idleness is fatal only to the mediocre”
That last quote was from Albert Camus. On that philosophical note I will close my diary and it’s only 10.43 in the morning.
Due to my electro-sensitivity I found myself unable to go to Alternative View 10, an annual conference over three days run at a large hotel in Hertfordshire. I did a pendulum reading on whether I should go or not and I obtained the following ratio +2, -3. This means that the disadvantages would have outweighed the advantage. I decided to take the streaming version of the conference where for £74 you can view all the talks from Saturday morning until Monday. I know that had I attended, I would been hammered. I have recently reached my critical limit for cumulative exposure to all sorts of electromagnetic fields including dirty electricity.
Once that happens you are a sitting duck for fields. God help us when and if 5G comes on us. 24/7 microwave radiation. You might as well sit in a microwave oven. I have not talked much about my dowsing but I use it as a form of Remote viewing and a stimulus to the ‘picture department’ as I call my psychic side so the reading I have shared with everyone is a small part of my work.
The AV day was dystopian in its context. One speaker was talking about complete corruption of the government with regard to the suppression of child abuse. Another speaker, David Noakes, had produced a wonderful method for curing cancer yes curing cancer but he fell foul of the pharmaceutical industry and their desire to make profits so was imprisoned for six months. His wife has been indicted for a similar set of charges most of which were trumped up. She will be extradited to France in a few days. Quite why France when she is a Brit I cannot figure out.
The message is this. If you dare to find a cure for cancer or a cheaper way of doing anything you will be taken out. You may be killed (suicided), falsely prosecuted, or otherwise drowned out of your business. David Noakes had all his bank accounts closed and was left with no money – all for providing a service which healed hundreds of people from cancer at a fraction of the price without any side effects or deaths.
There is absolutely no question that this world is run by evil psychopaths. I must admit my head is a bit full of dystopian material as I write this. I started watching at nine o’clock this morning and finished watching at 10 PM
I experienced a particular event which caused me to reflect on the whole matter of ‘giving thanks’. For a start, in my opinion the giving thanks is not an optional extra. It is an acknowledgement of the effort, time and money that someone may have put into a venture. Last December I built from scratch a new network for people who have participated in a particular conference. The idea was to continue the personal fellowship that had been experienced during the conference so that the participants would feel less lonely or isolated when they were in a state of physical separation from those on their wavelength.
The organiser of the group was aware of the initiative but unfortunately did not find it within himself to give support on his websites or verbally so as a result the number of members – about 12 – did not reach the critical takeoff point which I reckon would have been about 30 or 40. Eventually, I got tired of funding a project where no one was taking part and decided to close it. I suppose the cost to me was about maybe £600 but that was nothing compared with the hours that I put into it.
I had cause to speak to the organiser for whom I have a high regard and told him about the low take-up. His response was that it did not achieve the necessary traction. I would like to have heard “I know you went to a lot of trouble with this and I’m very sorry to hear that it did not work out” but he simply moved on to another topic. I’m a very independent person and have plenty of self-motivation and drive but lack of acknowledgement I found very hard to deal with. Of course I will recover and get on with life.
In my turn and in any event I endeavor to thank people as much as I can for what they have done or attempted even if it’s a little thing they have tried to do, just turning up to a meeting for example. They did not have to come but they decided to do so because they felt there was something they wanted to share.
Without society, what is there left?
The government of the United Kingdom are doing their very best to break us down as a community by default with their ridiculous acknowledgement of Political Correctness, unnecessary cuts, and a justice system not worth the name. Chris Grayling our transport Minister is frittering away money faster than I could tear up £20 notes. Mrs May, the Prime Minister….. I have run out of things to say. She has tried to put the same motion for Brexit through Parliament three times, and three times she has been rejected yet she still goes on. I can only think that she is beholden to some political and economic pressure behind the scenes.
Perhaps it is out of guilt or panic that we spend time trying to make the world a better place. I have no objection to those actions, but it’s the motive for it. What about making life better for us? Surely, if we are in good order and full of energy we can be of far greater service to others than if we are half exhausted.
My son Mark left two days ago and we had a very valuable exchange. He is shortly to be married and all sorts of discussions about the practical and philosophical aspects needed to take place, they did so with good effect.
Yesterday’s weather was not brilliant, and this morning saw the heavens pouring. I decided to light a fire so we spent most of the day drowsily sitting in front of the heat. I read a book about the cleansing of the liver, we watch TV or should I say sat in front of the TV and slept some of the time and woke up some of the time.
I feel there is a difference between self-serving, self regard and selfishness. Self-serving is a system which benefits yourself at the expense of others, self regard is when you respect yourself enough to look after yourself and maintain yourself, selfishness is ignoring the feelings and wishes of other people to pursue your own ends. I’m talking about the middle path here. Yesterday and indeed today, we are not doing much whatever ‘doing’ means.
I met a new customer where we are going to have to clear the garden. She was a delightful and grateful lady in her 80s and had been recommended by someone else. I always get an extra kick when I’m recommended because it means that our well-meaning efforts are bearing fruit.
This afternoon, I collected some unwanted pots, garden pots, from a new garden customer.We took a few pots for ourselves and then took the rest to the allotment of which I am the chairman for giving out to anyone who felt the need for a pot or two.
In a healthy society I believe that barter and exchange is much more ecologically friendly apart from saving people lots of money
With many garden jobs the main problem lies in access. I hate dragging spoil through a house. It makes a mess and it is also so easy to break things. I gave a quote recently and forgot to check access and realised there was none. Parking is another problem. I have a large car, a Volvo V 70 estate. It is long and wide so it is easy to get stuck in a narrow lane without realising it so it’s no good going for a job along a narrow lane where you cannot turn round.
My son Mark is with me at the moment so we decided to visit a historical church, about 600 years old, and also go and gather some garlic from the woods nearby. Garlic is abundant at this time of year along the hedgerows and along the sides of roads and anywhere else you can think of. This will be a largely pictorial record of our day including the many interesting inscriptions on the graveyard gravestones.
Cows forming a welcome committee for us whilst contentedly chewing their cudd in an adjacent field
This lady was probably not aware that she inspired people. All she did was to be herself. My preacher said to me many years ago that all God wants us to do is to “be ourselves”. That did not mean much to me at the time, I thought it was simplistic but I’m slowly over the years getting the message. We do not have to imitate other people but just find out who we really are.
I love the appellation ending with ‘peasant’
I get the point here but if this person spent less time on missing someone and more time about celebrating their life, and making the telepathic or spiritual contact which can be automatic and effortless with those who had passed on, I think the message would be more upbeat.
a beautiful touch of humour here
now that is a spot on message well done everyone
I somehow think the traffic needs to be the other way but I’m sure that many people who have experienced a loss would agree with the sentiment.
Who wants to sever anything? The spirit of the person lives for ever and love is eternal. I wonder if the right page of the book has been reserved for the partner when they pass.
Finally, here is a mysterious half built construction in the woods. I wonder if someone lived here or who tried to live here or whether it was the activity of some youngsters.
Okay I admit it I love watching balls being planted and shot around the table. People make impossible shots look easy. On the other hand, when I am at a full-sized table I can hardly see the pocket never mind pushing the ball in its direction. There was a very interesting prelude showing the greats, including Alex Higgins and Jimmy White. Both these players had flawed personalities. They spent much of their earnings on drink, drugs and gambling and by their own admission sabotaged themselves but for some reason they were loved by the public.
I think this was partly because they admitted their flaws and partly because they were just being themselves. The general public of the United Kingdom in particular seem to identify with those who have tried and failed and succeeded – in no particular order. I remember the ski jumping athlete “Eddie the Eagle” who came last in practically everything but at least he had a go.
So Judd Trump was almost indestructible at the end with an inspired series of shots that made the whole game look easy. He became a professional 14 years ago and his dream was to become world champion. He attributed his success in part to his brother. There were his four brothers on the balcony cheering him on and applauding and that gave me a great sense of the importance of the family. Long live the family I say.
And so to Bristol, with another vibe. It was almost like being in London. I wandered round and took a few shots because we arrived early so here they are to give you some idea. I think Bristol encourages people to do this street art work. I find it enormously cheering and humanising.
In case you were wondering, “blood and Fire” is the motto of the Salvation Army that describes the blood of Jesus Christ, the yellow for the fire of the holy spirit and the blue for the purity of God the Father.
Four of us then went to the community centre. Only one person in our group had an alcoholic drink so we said “Cheers” to her. This caused me to wonder if and when and why we say ‘cheers’. Is it only when alcohol is consumed? Is it the drink or the occasion?
I spoke to a very pleasant chap next to me who was sitting with his girlfriend and asked him what he thought. He suggested it was mainly connected with champagne in other words associated with special occasions. He did not think that the expression was suited to the other end of the spectrum so to speak for example with meths drinkers.
If we look at this word it is a friendly expression said just before you have a drink but its use is not exclusive to drink. It can mean “thank you”. For example, if I’d done something for some one, or if someone had done something for me I would say “Cheers, mate”.
Cheers is a sign of encouragement, approval, congratulations especially at its highest point – appreciated by all – with a glass of bubbly. The custom is to wait until everybody has been served and then for some reason we touch the glasses together. Maybe this was done during toasts because the sound helped to please all five senses complementing and completing the drinking experience. Other theories were that the sound of glasses clanking together would scare away evil spirits. It reinforces the communality of the celebration.
It is slightly rude not to reach out for people’s glass – certainly in small groups – but if there was a group of 20 people you wouldn’t clink with the other 19. In this case, making eye contact and smiling to acknowledge your host and other guests would be a substitute for the physical touching of another person’s glass.
After a few dances we noticed that the event had been hijacked by what we guess was the local folk dance society. Everyone knew each other and with one exception they all seemed to be used to dancing together so they took the opportunity to have an extra special celebration of their art from the visiting group. We just sat at the side and watched them all joyfully enjoy themselves and very entertaining it was.
On the way home from the event which ended about 9:30 PM we had cause to drive along a very narrow street where cars were parked on both sides. There was only enough width for one car to drive in one direction. We proceeded along the road and about 100 yards along we were aware of the spotlights from another car It turned out to be a 4×4. We thought that it was going to reverse but the driver just carried on towards us. Obviously, one person had to give way and reverse. The car sat where it was, engine ticking over. Our driver, Terry, who has had great experience of dealing with people got out of our car and approached him asking him very politely to back up. He refused to do so and just sat there.
I then went to approach him and after checking that there was a place he could reverse into i.e. a vacant parking space. I knocked on the window and made my request. His response was “don’t touch my effing car”. I made a joke of apologising to the window for having hurt it by tapping on it. It was quite clear he was not in the mood for a dialogue so I returned to our car.
Fortunately for us, another car with two young men in joined the queue on our end. I explained a position to them i.e.he refused to move and I told them not to back up saying we had to stand our ground. Once they got the idea, they were up for it, and were busily texting their friends about the incident. One of the young lads said with a gleam in his eye this was the first time this has happened to him.
We waited for about 10 minutes, not moving at all, and finally the person in the 4×4 realised that he wasn’t going to get anywhere, that two into one doesn’t go, that there was no alternative for him but to back up the 50 yards or so. This he did. We shall never know whether he learnt any lesson, whether he backed up with good grace or bad grace, but we did what was the right thing which was to remain unreactive and calm.