A grim day in Bath – where are the tourists?


My wife and I went off to Bath at different times. She went off to Currys to find a new fridge freezer. I need to go for a hospital appointment.  For those of you reading who are not from the UK, Bath is one of the traditional tourist areas of the United Kingdom having a strong historical link with Roman times, the baths etc. and the Roman occupation in general.

However the action started earlier. For the first time I actually listened to the BBC News and I heard that on Friday week which is 24 July, the wearing of masks would be compulsory in shops. That was enough to get me out of bed, make a cup of coffee, and decide what to do. We  had found a website that had produced a badge which could be worn by the public called “hidden disabilities, face covering exempt”. Straight away we copied it from the website and had a couple of examples printed out.

If there’s one thing that I do not like doing it is wearing a mask. I find that after a minute or so I start to gasp for breath. This is mainly because the carbon dioxide that is exhaled is immediately breathed in, reducing our oxygen levels to dangerous proportions. I determined that when I went to Bath today for an ultrasound scan, I would not wear a mask. I got on the bus at Midsomer, told the driver that I was exempt, and marched to my seat. The bus driver merely nodded. My guess is that they have to put up with quite a lot of abuse. It is interesting the way that the British public respond to something that looks official. I mounted the badge on a lanyard and wore it around my neck, the sort of thing you have when you’re attending conferences or you are an official at a pop festival. I just said a trifle guffly ‘I am exempt’.

I took four buses today and succeeded in not wearing my mask on each occasion and not being challenged. Two of the drivers just stared at the badge and just nodded me in. The last driver was just glad to welcome any visitor on a basically empty bus.

abandoned masks in the hospital grounds must be a nightmare to tidy up

I visited the hospital and were greeted by a long trestle table with hand washing anesthetic cream and a supply of face masks. It is most depressing to see everyone in masks because you can only see half their face. I had the same lovely Greek consultant and we joked about her wearing a mask all day. She said that she had fainted once or twice. That says it all. She reminded me that hypoxia was from the Greek. Hypoxia is when you don’t have enough oxygen.

As for Bath itself, it is but a shadow of its former self. I would say about 25% of people were wearing masks but that’s not the point. People were not talking to each other. The buzz and happiness that you normally get from people was not there. We saw a great number of shops that had obviously closed permanently. There were no tourists from China, America, Germany as we are used to seeing so how can this town survive. Even well-known brands were deserting. I’m so angry about this because Boris Johnson our Prime Minister has taken really bad advice from people with vested interests in making money out of of pharmaceutical products namely vaccines. The best thing they could have done is to just let the virus die down as viruses do. The lockdown just made things worse.

Whilst I was waiting for a bus, I noticed a number of features in a very small non descript area by the bus stop.

This was an old sign in stone demarcating the boundaries of parishes as used to be the case in the old days.

The biggest mystery was the hole in the stone wall. It could not possibly have been caused by a car crash because of the tree in front. If someone wanted the stones why didn’t they take the easy alternative and remove the stones on the top whereas they have made a hole so to speak and left the top layer hanging in the air.

Finally, I don’t know about the mixed messages below.

It is Bastille Day in France, 14 July, and Françoise wanted to celebrate which we did with a bottle of very nice champagne and also some sweet wine. We had fruits de la mere for supper.

I’m really exercised by how difficult it is to find another car. Everyone is selling diesel cars like there’s no tomorrow but I can’t find a decent 15 to 20-year-old Volvo V 70 automatic petrol. I know as time goes on they get more difficult to find. Maybe the message is that I need to upgrade a little bit and perhaps not do so much gardening.

Françoise has indicated that she doesn’t really want to go back to Bath  in an because the atmosphere was so bad. Let’s hope things get better and the soul that has been wrenched out of this beautiful historical city can somehow be restored.

On the way back I stopped off at Radstock to go and enjoy the newly reopened workingman’s club. To my horror, the bar was not open and in an adjacent room, the entertainment hall, tables had been laid out so you could be served at a distance from others. There were two young ladies sitting at a reception table and they said rather apologetically “we need to ask for a few details”.

No way am I giving my name and address to any bar or establishment of that nature. It is complete overreach. I turned on my heels and left. I hope this madness ends soon. I hear that the British government have ordered 56 million vaccination kits and this for a virus that has not yet been identified and for a vaccine that has not been developed. What a complete and utter waste of time

A grand bonfire


We have air, earth, fire and water as the four elements. I appreciate them all. Enjoy with me the process of making a fire from start to end ( the video only lasts about 6 minutes)

We had a couple of helpers coming along and we got rid of a whole load of material in a very short time.  Very satisfying and it was a lovely day.

I got an invitation from my church today. Normally we have coffee mornings between 10 and 12, on a Tuesday, and someone makes cakes and serves coffee or tea. It is all very jolly.

now we have a new set of instructions which we all need to follow

# seats will be placed outside the church in small groups of up to 6 people at 2 m distance.

# On arrival you will be offered a seat. Do not swap seats or move your seat at any time during the morning (if you wish to meet a specific friend we suggest you arrange to arrive at similar times that you can be offered seats in the same group)

# you’re invited to bring your own drink and snack. Please do not share.

# Should you wish to use the church facilities, they will be open. A one-way system will be operational
please enter, the main door
Use hand sanitiser
take the door immediately on the right. Proceed to the toilet.
When leaving use hand sanitiser again
Go through the door into the kitchen area and then into the church
Leave the church by the back door
Leave all doors open where possible

sanitisers will  be provided

…..and it continues in this vein

I replied

I shall not be attending thank you.
The virus peaked in March and is now no longer an issue. The whole thing is a con trick.
The Church have cravenly given up their rights – it is so embarrassing.
over 1,000 links.



Energetic drama with my Volvo + a country walk


I’ve just returned from visiting a local garage owner, Will Smith, who works in Radstock. We talked about the gasket problem with my ‘new’ car. He said that he had had experience of people who were emotionally attached their vehicles where the same problem pertained. In one case, on examination, further problems were found like a crack in the cylinder head and the luckless owner had to spend thousands on getting his car going when the current value of the car was only about £400.

Will suggested I go to a scrapyard, Kings, in Farrington Gurney They would pick up the car and maybe give me some money. I decided to go along straightaway.  R.J. King is a huge operation as you will see from the website. I took along the logbook and please just in case I felt like giving the car over. I’m glad I did because while on the road I realised that I just had to give up the idea that this car which I spent altogether £2000, was just not going to function. Most interestingly to me, the moment I handed over the keys and the logbook I felt a sense of relief like I cannot remember. It was like I had lost half a stone in weight. It reminds me of when I have done a major healing job. I just wonder whether there was some sort of curse or bad mental influence on the car.  It’s funny you don’t know how much of the burden you are carrying until it is lifted.

I now feel that I’m free to go ahead and find another car. Meanwhile I will limp along with my original car, drive locally, and keep my head down so to speak. My attitude is that if lessons have been learnt, and they surely have, the loss of money is secondary though always regrettable. The fact is that I did not have an accident, I am safe and sound, I have my mental faculties when so many people are losing theirs and that helps keep a sense of proportion.

Wetherspoon’s have done a brilliant job in getting the message across without frightening people. While there for a coffee I saw that the extent of distancing notices, plastic shields, were sensitively and discreetly done. They have still got this stupid two meter rule but then I suppose they have to do this because of the government diktat.

I then went shopping and met a couple sitting on the bench who seemed contented enough with life. I passed the time with them and told them I’d been to Wetherspoon’s where I told them I was most encouraged to see that the staff were not wearing masks.  They said they had been to Wetherspoon’s in Street and although it was quiet they were very impressed by what they saw. I love the upbeat, non-fearful and realistic attitude of this couple and I wonder how long it will take for common sense to prevail. Alas, the new version of government has got the psychologist of people in such a grip of fear that I doubt whether much will shift them any time soon.

I just saw in the Daily Mail that the government is discouraging everyone from going on cruises. This is yet another piece of illogical legislation designed to break this country. If you allow one type of travel you need to allow another equivalent type of travel so this will break the cruise industry because there is no end date to the regulations. It is heartbreaking to see the country being broken up around me.

Off for a walk in our locality.  We pass a stream with a goodness knows how old passing way. I cant call it a bridge. We were privileged to see lovely cloudscapes. my camera phone could not focus properly but you get some idea I’m sure.We are not sure what these are. Are they cattle feed?

It is very nice to get out and about even if it’s local and short. Nature is a great healer. I telephoned someone who were found on Facebook who’s got a Volvo available for £700. I can’t seem to resist buying cheap cars. I’m meeting him next Tuesday. The only thing that worries me is the short MOT, it’s due in October, but hopefully I’ll be lucky next time.

New perspective on the cars and material things in general


I feel much better this morning about my two wounded cars.   I will drive the old one carefully and locally until we take it to the garage next Thursday to see if it is worth repairing to necessary standard for an MOT. As for the new car, I’m determined not to let it die so I have found someone who will attend to the job in mid August which I know is a long way away but no one is putting pressure upon us so if it is a simple gasket repair (are they ever?) without any other damage I should get away with it because the rest of the car is very good. I could say “there is a lot of car”. Anyway, I don’t want to waste £2000 which is what I spent so far on it.

My sister from London called me up and told me about an evangelical speaker called Andy Croft. He is a remarkably transparent person with his boundaries just right. He will talk about personal things but not spill his guts and is a wonderful testimony for God. If you feel like sampling what he’s talking about, in this case “the battle for the mind” the link is here.

I’m going to be conducting or hosting a ZOOM group for Christian men in Frome. Being a host is very demanding because you got to make sure that people don’t read it on too much and you also have to make sure that everyone gets a say. I have 12 people in my current group and that’s about as much as I can manage without having people being relegated to observers because they don’t jump in quickly enough.

Saturday is a grand day because at the allotments we are going to have what I call a “Grand Bonfire”.  Due to the fact that the recycle is still closed, I know that a number of people have not been able to deposit items there and this includes wood and other burnables so were going to have a splendid bonfire about 4 PM on Saturday. I am somewhat of a pyromaniac anyway so it will be my pleasure to do this and I’m sure people will not miss out on the opportunity to bring some material for disposal.

No mask, no haircut – where are we going?


This correspondence took place between two members of my ZOOM group

I remember in the Zoom you mentioned you were going for a haircut and I just returned from one today – or nearly !

The lady who cuts my hair is extremely nice and I have known her for more than 20 years and she runs her shop with a colleague of similar age.

I arrived at the appointed hour and they asked me to wear a mask.

I refused and said that it is pure propaganda and it is not even good for you (and they used these silly paper style things). They said they could not let me in if I did not wear a mask so I said in that case I will never set foot in their shop again !

They are nice people and but I refused  to join in the charade.

I think it is important to make people think when a situation arises in my view at least ( whatever the instructions the state has issued to them)  – otherwise one is not being true to one`s own lights – and that of course is a lack of integrity for mind.

If they want to follow propaganda that is their freedom – but they cannot impose it on me I am afraid.

I said I am quite happy then to continue to cut my own hair thank you very much.

They looked very shocked and disappointed, especially when I said I mean what I have just said about not setting in their shop ever again – but if it has made them think that is all that matters. We are not do gooders;  we are reflecting an aspect of truth as far as we are able to perceive it – truth even if people cannot see it at a given time, always moves with compassion. Do gooding and the there, their approach is very often an escape from the facts, of course.

In relation to your point – I think it was yours – about the NWO running the place – at the moment and for thousands of years there has been a savage control on human consciousness.

But I do have a feeling very soon people will be woken up with a shock when they find out how this society has actually been run. Then they can see and in their own free will which way they want to move in life.

And the sooner it comes the better ! And that waking up might be traumatic for some – not in terms of violence naturally,  of course, but in terms of cognizance of fact – but as I said we are not ‘do gooders’, we are just concerned with truth.

The truth is that which ultimately sets mind free.

And truth is never visits a mediocre mind does it

Best wishes as always


to which a reply came from a colleague of a contact

I’m so grateful and proud of you (if you don’t mind me saying so) that you proved and showed practically your principles. For without walking the talk we are as shallow shells breaking in a testing wind that shows what we truly are made of.

Fortunately my hairdresser today didn’t insist on me or any of her clients to wear a mask and also I got her to agree to guarantee she would not share my details (she already has on her database) with anyone else including government or any agency of the government.

British people traditionally laugh in the face of adversity don’t we, however we should also take things seriously enough to realise when agencies of disempowerment conspire to rob us of our power and even life.

We are proud exemplars of a properly functioning human being with faculties in-tact employing our wisdom with sensitivity also with tact.

I love the challenge if not the challengers. Personally I thrive in challenging times. We certainly live in challenging and interesting times.

Thanks for sharing that interesting and challenging experience
and the follow up from the original writer:

Many thanks for your email

I think your hair cutter is more with it than my one

– I just really saw the power of mind control operating and did not want to touch that poison.

It is degrading isn’t it.

And they are happy and willing to live with degraded mind

I find it utterly distasteful. It is a sickness of mind no more no less.

Best wishes as always

To which the reply came

Yes, people are lulled, duped and succored into things they know, not what they do, leaving their discrimination and critical faculties at the door.

They give away their power, allowing others they assume have power over them to do their brain laundry for them. It is a mark of how both education and society has failed people. But moreover, how people have failed themselves.

We are seeing the.culmination of the great re-engineering of society. The proving ground of social conditioning. Ground zero.

Now is the time for the way showers to be resolute and be the guides for those who lost their way.

We can show that there is another way, through disengagement and reinstatement of our discernment. Engage brain Mr Sulu! .. something to be said for Star Trek! 😉

Let us grow our hair as antenna and save a tenner! : )

In mourning for lack of transport


The garage rang me up this morning to tell me that the new Volvo that I had bought so enthusiastically for a total cost of £2000 is a write-off because there is a blown gasket and the whole engine would have to be disassembled. Not worth it.

So now I have two cars. One is a runabout with no MOT and therefore no insurance. The second car has an MOT and insurance but is not roadworthy. One of the hidden problems of the Corona virus situation is that people are not buying and selling so many vehicles and tending to wait for things to improve. Doing the usual searches on eBay I noticed the lack of new entries. I also noticed that garages are seeing people by appointment only.

I thought of getting a hire car while I’m sorting things out but as I am over 75 years of age,(it goes up once a year) I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but insurance is not available so Françoise who is six years younger than myself have to be the rents of future vehicles.

It is of course conceivable that we have just become lazy but unlike London where we both lived, here you need a car to get to places and the bus services are not as frequent as one would wish as the Queen would say. Thank goodness I don’t have any outstanding gardening jobs.

I have been hovering around in no man’s land today and have been watching trash TV. I normally maintain my 5G websites on a daily basis but have not got round to it so far. I’m sure I will manage tomorrow but today I just don’t have the focus.

Ian R Crane, who some of you may know as the originator of the Alternative View conferences, has been stricken with cancer recently. Brian Gerrish proposed to set up a fund in his name in order that he can get away from the NHS and take some private treatment. The initial target as £10,000 but as I write the sum received is about £27,000 which is brilliant. It just shows how many people regard him and his achievement with such respect and dare I say love.

A marriage amidst the disaster of post lockdown Bath


Today, a trip to Bath for my bi-monthly eye appointment.  Since wearing a mask on public transport is mandatory I have had to wear one. The drivers showed not the slightest interest in whether I had one or not so maybe I could have got on the bus anyway without being challenged but it was a risk I could not take because my eye appointment is valuable to me and my sight.

On to the bus without difficulty. Little did I know that I was going to find a graveyard of establishments that were not opening again. The Prince of Wales is a pub on the road to Bath slightly north of Peasedown.  There is no question that the closure of this pub is not temporary. They have closed for good. 11 weeks without a customer was just too much.

I arrived at Bath bus terminus about 1 PM. I was keen to see the effect of the recent loosening of rules.  The queue to get in the Bradford and Bingley building society must have been about 25 yards long with 2 m squares carefully marked out on the pavement. I did not see that many crowds in pubs.

Gardens in the middle were as immaculate as ever, people just walked in without any need to pay as can happen during some holiday periods.No one was wearing masks. I commented about that to the chap on the right of this picture but he did not say anything and merely nodded. On the other hand, a young girl with a child and a very funny – to me anyway – was wearing a Tshirt saying ‘Positivity please’.  I engaged with her about this and she said she wanted an antidote to the misery and negativity. Well done you.

The bronze  of Mozart was interesting. I had not noticed that birds were a part of the sculpture.

I was surprised by what was obviously a registrar office wedding. There were only a few in the party and the bridegroom looked very young but they seemed to be having a good time in their own way.Onto an indoor market for perhaps a cup of coffee but although the coffee bar was open, the coffee machine itself was broken. The lady offered me a beer instead but I thought it was a trifle early in the day for that.

I saw too many of these signs for my liking, examples enclosed.

The markets were going (fairly) strong as ever, with an enhanced choice of vegetables and fruit that we are not used to obtaining  in Midsomer Norton.

To Wetherspoons who had written a superbly worded  notice at the door covering everything. The extra plastic protection was not intrusive and I am sure I would have had a good drink experience had I chosen to stay.

On the way to the hospital I saw this very depressing sign. Although there is absolutely no evidence that we need to avoid each other permanently, the roads are already being designed for this.

This is a sign outside an estate agent.

To the R.U.H.    I had heard that people were not visiting the accident and emergency hospitals I went along to have a sneaky look and a photograph. there were a few people sitting around with every third seat marked as being unsuitable in. There were six people in there altogether. Maybe the others are frightened to come.

I saw a feature that I had not seen before outside the new cancer unit which is a free pressure pump for bicycle tyres. Well done someone using your imagination.

The central restaurant downstairs was deserted so I bought myself a Latte and surveyed the world as I was early for my appointment.

At the hospital entrance everyone had to wear a face mask and keep it on until they leave. I dutifully put one on and found that after a minute or so I could hardly breathe. How on earth people put up with this all day I do not know. I went along to my appointment and had to ring a bell to get in. I had to stand back while the nurse asked me questions about contact with COVID. I was then told I had to walk along a one-way system towards a section of the ward marked ‘injections’. Whilst in the waiting area I over-heard that there were six appointments for injections this afternoon but only three people bothered to turn up. Considering the high cost of the staff who give the injections this is a considerable loss to the National Health. Mind you, this is nothing to the loss in the country which must be billions today due to this deliberate manipulation of our minds on the grounds of “keeping us healthy” when the source disappeared about 12 weeks ago. Keep the fear going, boys, keep the fear going.

Tests confirmed that my eyes were not as good as last time which considering that four months had passed since an eye examination did not surprise me so the injection was timely. Back on the bus, when I noticed that at all bus stops there were no timetables just the theme of ‘keeping our buses safe’.

Arrived home with some relief, having obtained a bottle of white wine along the way. A perfect sunny evening. Overall, a good day but I could not cope with wearing a mask on a daily basis.



How to …. speak to people about what you believe


This has been one of our better years for hollyhocks. Here they stand at least 2 m tall in all their colour in front of our living room window. Had a very nice lunch today courtesy of Françoise with  fish & alumi cheese satay and spaghetti with Thai sauce

This is our first day without a car. It sits in the garage awaiting repair. We cannot really drive the old one because the insurance has run out and if you have an accident even if it is the fault of the other person, costs may be involved. I have done a pendulum dowsing for whether I am going to have to buy another car and I get an 80% certainty that the present car can be repaired. Having said that I’m much better on dowsing people than cars and am quite useless at finding lost objects. Sometimes a dowsing rod works better for certain applications but I like my pendulum and having used it for over 40 years am not about to change any time soon.

We had a most interesting zoom meeting run by a group in Bristol campaigning against 5G mast installation. During the meeting, a talk was given by someone by the name of  David who is a management consultant from Essex. He gave us a very fine exposition about engaging people whether it is a local councillor or giving a campaigning speech to a person or a group. I’m going to record his points in this diary because I thought they are capable of being of value to anyone and everyone.

First of all he discussed the influence of authority on our actions and attitude. We tended to defer to someone with qualifications, someone wearing a uniform, and someone with obvious trappings such as a luxury car. We tend to hand over power subconsciously to such people. We do it all the time. We should not underestimate the influence of authority on our actions.

We need to ask the question is this “authority” truly an expert. Also how truthful are they?

We must not get caught in negative emotions. We must lose the fear and become powerful. We must let go of fear and anger. He recommended a book called “Letting go, by David Hawkins”

When we speak to others, first of all the people note our general demeanour for example how calm we are, then how we are speaking and finally what we are speaking about. I said to him that I decide in the first five seconds of someone opening their mouth whether what they have to say was interesting or not. I said that Mother Teresa was not a very good speaker technically but she had everybody riveted because she really believed in what she was saying. Others can say the right thing and yet can be totally boring. I want people to walk their talk.

There are four parts to trying to convert someone or change their minds or influence their behaviour.

First, we need to make a statement which is basically a claim. For example ‘this water is polluted’. Secondly, we must explain any technical terms such as the meaning of the term ‘pollution’. Then, we need to give examples, not many but a few good ones. Finally, we must come to a conclusion which we can say is a call to action. The call could be in the form of a question for example “is it worth thinking about this subject?” Or “are you prepared to give some time and energy to research?”

We need to anticipate objections and forestall them probably by having background knowledge. An objection to what you say may be irrelevant in which case you should point it out. You could ask people why they hold their particular point of view thus giving them a chance to review their own attitudes. If you examine, people will often disprove their own logic. It may well be that you could agree with their point of view but say and demonstrate that your point of view is more important.

The best way of opening a conversation may be to ask a question. David reminded us not to overload people and not to switch them off by excessive claims or harsh delivery. We must remember that the purpose is more important than one person. David also reminded us that if we want to get people onside you must show them respect but be firm in your concerns. It is keynot to evoke the ego. Give them a way to act that works and provides you both with a good outcome. In my observation, it is a waste of time to expect anyone to cause a complete change of mind in another person. If you get them to consider a situation from a new point of view then you have probably done as much as you can at one sitting so to speak.

I must put all this into practice when I go on a bus tomorrow. I have no intention of wearing a mask and I’m not sure whether I’m just going to walk on the bus and hope the driver will not say anything, or just wear one casually round my neck.

A day of disaster


After having cleaned out my car of five years for anything resembling personal possessions, the old and new volvos set off for the car recycling unit – or scrapyard- in South Somerset. We were approaching the site of the Royal Bath and West Showground when Françoise flashed her lights and honked her horn saying that the new car was giving trouble – steam was coming out of the bonnet.

We stopped and found a chocolate-like substance oozing out of the water cooler system. That says one thing and one thing only, oil and water have mixed. We saw that we could not drive any further and called the RAC who arrived about an hour later. They are always cheerful and very nice people and this time the chap was called Martin. He said it could be a blown gasket in which case the car was a write-off or it could be a more local problem with the cooling system itself.

Forensic evidence that oil was not well (excuse pun)

Fortunately I am covered for a tow so we went back to Fourth Street Motors in Westfield, Radstock. I may or may not be lucky in being able to restore the car. So, we have an old car which has run out of MOT and insurance and we have a new car which has an MOT but is undrivable. I asked the garage if they had a courtesy car available but they don’t have one until the middle of next week at the earliest.

I tried to draw the positive out of everything. Had that happened when we had delivered the old car for scrap we would have got rid of it and the responsibility of it but we would have also been well and truly stuck. If the new Volvo is prohibitively expensive to repair then I might get the old one fixed up even if I have to spend a few hundred on repairs but at least we know it works.

The garage people were nice enough but they couldn’t do anything until next week because they were busy on other cars. I really hope I don’t have to to get a hire car because the cheapest one in the area is £150 a week and that could quickly accumulate to the cost of a second-hand car which would get us around.

The best thing I can say is “it could have been worse”. Time will tell.

To the allotment amidst rain. We found a pigeon who had suffered from an attack by something or other. It was just about alive, blinking its eyes. Nothing to do but let nature take its course.

We picked a few peas which were not quite ready but which looked and tasted good enough.


Popping around the corner for a country walk


There are few things more pleasant then a walk on a sunny summer evening. We are lucky that 300 m away there is an entrance to the hillside which overlooks Midsomer Norton which is where we live. The word Midsomer means the middle of the river Somer, which can hardly be called a river because it is so small I would rather say it is a stream.

Off we went just before 8 PM this evening and here is a record of our little hour journey

Is this naff or what. They are all battery-powered toys or sunlight powered toys that moved back and forth, danced, or tipped from side to side. I would find this very distracting in my car
The rather idyllic and dreamlike entrance to the fields
Midsomer Norton in all its glory
A curious cow wondering who these two strange people are. Do they have food?
Is this barley?
The junction between an old lane probably used in the 19th century and the river Somer
A lovely country garden on Withies Road
Apples coming into their fullness.

We had a couple of nice chats along the way, one with a couple sitting on the hill enjoying the sunshine. I was very pleased that they didn’t jump away from me like other people. The man had obviously figured things out and didn’t believe the nonsense about Covid and felt it was all designed to scare us. It is so nice to meet people who actually think and are not scared. His girlfriend was joining enthusiastically in with him so they were at one.

Back in our road we spoke with a couple about the perils of cutting a hedge that had not been attended to for some time. We had a good old moan about the fact that the recycle had not opened.

I had a chat with my friend John, a Christian and evangelical, who told me that a friend of his had a son who had tried to commit suicide by jumping off a car park. He failed but severely injured himself. I wrote from my perspective saying that it was obviously not his time to go and commenting that when have a near death experience our entire life flashes in front of us  and he probably had great regrets in doing an action which would have had a devastating effect on his friends family and contacts.

It is so easy to get like this when you don’t feel supported. A person can be jolly and bright on the outside and yet desperately lonely within.




Homeopathy at a gentle rate


I sent off to my homeopath a report of everything I had eaten and drunk in the last five days together with a report of any adverse symptoms and any medications that I took.  I had a really bad night last night with excessive bloating and had to go for a walk to try and joggle my stomach around enough to dislodge the gas. For the first time ever I took allopathic medicine late at night because nothing else worked. After 20 min, the pain stopped instantly.

This morning we had a conversation on the phone about my condition. Homeopathy is very subtle, drawing the body’s attention to certain imbalances most of which have been around for a great amount of time. The first medication was based on arsenic and the second will be based on lycopodium. The consultations have an almost prosaic feel about them, pondering rather than prescribing, feeling our way around things and trying to figure out what caused what. In a way I’m in no hurry because I’ve had this problem now for nearly 20 years so if I have to wait till next Monday to start another phase of the treatment I’m not complaining. However one thing I have discovered, ice cream is out. I love ice cream so much but it makes an evil fermentation inside me which produces the  bloating. If I keep to meat and to produce plus a salad to start with and fresh fruit I’m all right.

We had a very good weekly ZOOM meeting on 5G and Covid this afternoon. We had about 14 people, the largest attendance ever, and that is after only eight weeks; the standard of discussion was very high. I allow people to watch the video for one week and then it is replaced by the next video. I would like to keep them all but who would listen to them? They also take up a lot of space, the best part of gigabyte and storage costs money.

I love welcoming people into a group and the team spirit is increasing as people get to know each other more. I warned them it would take time but it would be worth it.

It is clear from the recent lockdown in Leicester that this was just a test to see if people would put up with being unlocked and then locked. There is no doubt in my mind that this will go on, save a massive push back, until a vaccine can be produced which of course has nothing to do with Covid 19 but everything to do with eugenics and the alteration of DNA.  It breaks my heart to think of all the concert halls and theaters which are doing no business and starving us of our culture. Not to mention the football clubs, Wimbledon tennis, all the wonderful things that we do each summer all stolen from us by lies.  As I’ve said before, the 2 m rule was invented out of thin air and has no basis in science whatsoever.

On Friday, we’re taking our beloved car, our Volvo of five years, to a place in South Somerset to sell for scrap. If it was Cuba, it would be running for the next 10 years but I felt it was better to buy a new one – or newer one should I say – because the cost of spare parts and servicing were mounting and it would not have passed the next MOT. We had to clear all the junk out of it and there was a lot of items including things I have been looking for for some time and thought had been lost.

A brief walk in a country park


We felt the urge to go for a walk, to get out of the house and away from our computers. We went to a place called Ammerdown Park, about 2 miles east of Radstock which was probably owned by Lord somebody a few generations back.

It has a nice mixture of tracks, paths, and a very tall hundred foot high memorial to someone or other. The markings were too blasted by the wind for us to decipher the writings.

what on earth has happened here it looks like six trees in one
normal tree rings
very well managed woodland
we sat on a well placed bench and reflected on the lovely countryside with the wind blowing

We had a very pleasant experience of meeting three generations of Polish people in one family group. There was grandmother, mother and father with four children. They cared not a jot for social distancing. We discovered them searching for wild strawberries and passed the time with them. The husband wanted to demonstrate his newly bought drone to his friends but the wind was too strong.

a field with dozens of different flowering plants
steps to make the gradient easier in the main wood

I was suffering a little bit because I’m halfway through a course in homoeopathy. My instructions are to take one arsenicum per day for five days. This was because of my continuing struggle with my stomach. The homoeopath warned me that my condition would get worse before it got better and she was as true as her word. I hope things get better tomorrow meanwhile I have to tough it out and suffer the bloating and vomiting.

A pause in my diary


I’ve been writing my diary for over three years now. For the first time I have not felt the daily pressure or the daily inspiration to write something. My day is partly filled up with my work on the allotment, and maintaining my 5G and corona website.  It is draining on time but I do not resent that. The problem is that the associated subjects, the coming New World order, Artificial Intelligence, being blasted by 5G feels very terminal to me and although a part of me would like to ignore it, I really need to keep one step ahead of the game.

On Wednesday I had a ZOOM meeting for my 5G people, I think it’s number six and there is an enhanced feeling of friendship and fellowship from those who attend regularly. People expect everything instantly and it doesn’t work like that. The group has stabilised at about 10 people and that’s the way I like it. I don’t think I could handle a meeting of say 50 people because crowd rules apply and the stronger people tend to make their voice heard over the more timid ones.  Any idea requires a period of adaption by the members so – people who want to start something new – be patient, you will know after a period of time if it’s worth carrying on or leaving it. Not every idea has to be a success but it can lead to an idea that is successful.

The weather recently has been very warm, 29°C with little wind but mercifully only 50% humidity. I could not cope with 80 or 90% as it is in India and parts of Africa.

There is very little gardening work this year. I rang up one of my regulars and he told me that he would love to have me come and do his hedge but he has been furloughed for the last three months and money is very tight. An advert is appearing in a local magazine in July sure we shall see what that brings forth. We should be using the new Volvo and getting rid of the old one somehow. As it is 20 years old and has no MOT I shall get little more than scrap value but then we’ve had it for five years and got very good value out of it so I’m not complaining.

We had a break-in in our allotments and we found that the deprivation of the plants was due to deer somehow found their way through a gap in a fence. They are timid creatures and very cautious so they want to see where they are going to land when they go over a fence so I have put a board to obstruct the view and hopefully this will fix the problem. The allotments are doing very well at the moment which as I have said is probably due to people having more time on their hands and not being able to lead their normal lives.

My first trip by bus will be the hospital appointment on 4 July. I shall not be wearing a mask and I will tell the driver that I go into panic attacks and thus qualify for an exception from the obligation to wear one.

I have become somewhat addicted to a YouTube channel,  Sam Chui, who delights in taking flights typically first or business class and building up a review Channel on YouTube.  He is a sort of person that can instantly make friends with people and he’s a lovely role model along with Tyler Henry the medium and Dr Pimple Popper. There is a saying that you need to sell yourself first and then you sell your product. For my own part I know I come across a bit stern to some people and this I must work on.

We have another ridiculous rule to follow which is typical of someone in two minds, the Prime Minister’s reduction of the 2 m social distancing to 1 m but he is calling it one metre plus because he saying that all the 1 m people must wear masks or other protection wear. I think this whole covid thing is the most disgracefully managed plandemic as I call it I can recall. The problem for the government is therefore once you start something with the lie, you had to tell more lies to carry over the first one so eventually you will be unmasked. Hillary Clinton is finding this out as will Barrack Obama. His fake birth certificate will be haunting him more and more.


First visit to Cheddar Car boot event this year


Last evening we went to a lovely summer solstice celebration with two friends. We had a barbecue and lovely rice bread which I haven’t had before. A couple of bottles of champagne can lighten the mood quite significantly. The host of the event proposed that we say something nice about other people in terms of our observations. She said that it was quite difficult to listen to positive stuff. I have some nice things said about me most of which I promptly forgot but it’s nice to know that I’m understood by someone.

The only problem was a persistent wind which eventually got to me and made me cold and we, having arrived at 6 PM left at 11 PM with the fire still going strong. I would have stayed longer on a warmer evening.

wide spaces between the rows to try and shepherd people to walk down one row and the other. At least they tried

Today, up at about 8:30 in the morning and we decided to go to the Cheddar car boot sale about which I have written quite frequently. The weather was changeable so we were not sure a whether it was on and how many people would attend but as it happens the meeting did take place and there were I would say about half the number of stalls. They were placed much further apart to try and accommodate the crazy rules of everyone being 2 m apart. I watched a very good video yesterday showing that the virus is not a jumping bean and cannot go through dry air but needs a host to piggy-back on  for example water vapour and then it has to find its way towards an immune compromised person. All vanishingly unlikely. I did not notice many people avoiding each other. What a relief.

They had a half-hearted system in operation, to satisfy the rules and regulations, but in practice everyone was wandering around this way and that. They had made a bigger distance between the stalls. The public toilets were open. The restaurant was working on a one in one out basis but actually the whole thing was working quite well. The smaller crowds could have been due to 2 factors; the indifferent weather and possibly the fear of crowds.

the ever creative Gary Davies plying his skills selling meat
definitely a bargain to be had here
There is no way that this is a standard car colour. I love it

On my return from the newsagents I notice someone was selling a collapsible bike actually two bikes so thinking that Françoise might be interested in having a bike which we could typically put in the back of the car and go cycling at our destination point. I invited her to view it and we ended up buying the model with gears. It was only £40. The person who was selling it had bought battery-assisted bikes so there was no need for them any more and evidently they have only done 10 miles since new when the bikes  were put in the back of the mobile home and left there.



a possible answer to my stomach problem


Sometimes, the answer is staring you in the face but you don’t see it. I did some detective work in association with Françoise and I discovered what may be the cause of my horrible bloating. The symptoms are that I can eat a meal and then almost 5 hours later it’s as if there’s an evil brew going on in my stomach and are either throw everything up again or sit there and feel like the world is going to end.

I discover that I am severely allergic to cheese made with animal rennet. Stopping cheese magically does the trick over some reason I had a smoothie to which kiwifruit had been added and that gave the same effect.

Touch wood, this will be the answer. Strange how the allergy training of all energy and how I thought the world was going to end. I’m not very good at taking pain I must admit.

My car key successfully cut


I finally met Lee the locksmith with whom I had been having quite an SMS dialogue in Sainsbury’s car park, which also happens to be the car park of the Black Castle pub in Brislington Bristol. He found me fairly easily by driving around. I could tell it was him because his van was completely devoid of signage but there was a huge lock on the side. If anyone is reading this from the Bristol or North Somerset area I can recommend him.

Very quickly, I realised that he was the talkative type (no problem with that) and he regaled me on how difficult it is to get spare keys for older cars, particularly Volvos. He was not sure whether he could actually help me but would do his best. He needed to make an Internet connection with the database software that would give the code of the key and the car, and marry them. In the end he just made a clone of the key and after about an hour had a successful result. The cost was £85 which pleased me because if I had gone to the Volvo distributorship across the road that would have been £250.

We had a bit of a chat about customers and he told me that although he has quite a few ethnic and coloured customers the worst one was an Indian who tried to bargain him down from £160 to £100. As Lee had to pay £100 for a unit never mind the labour he was not well pleased. The man continued to try to get a better price and in the end Lee threw the keys at the back of the car and walked off. We discussed what to do with difficult people. He informed me that there are only three qualified locksmiths in the Bristol area and if one gets a problem they will text the other to warn them that a troublemaker is around. Some people are just plain miserable and should be avoided.

Anyway, we left on good terms and I then tried to find an area where there were ethnic shops where we could buy supplies of rice. Alas, the parking is so difficult because most people are still at home so we gave up and went back to base. I still have a couple of problems with the car but overall I’m pleased with it though I know it does drink petrol. I must have an air con top up and a couple of other things but basically we are there touch wood.

An air of inevitability

a wonderful skyscape photographed from our garden
A climbing rose bush, with a vertical garden of lettuce to the left

I was out of sorts today because I feel that the forces against us are so completely uncaring and ruthless. However, I was cheered up by a video that I recorded today about 160 doctors who had got together at a ZOOM meeting and decided that if any vaccines were introduced within a year they would be decidedly unhappy about its safety. I have never seen a group of doctors getting together for mutual support and that in itself reminded me that I have people out there fighting the same battle as I am. David Icke reminds us that we are infinite awareness having an experience in the human body, and I needed to be reminded of that when I slip too close to this physical world.

If you want news, read Russia Today. If you want propaganda, watch the BBC. RT mentioned that Cambridge University were going to do all their tuition online in the next academic year. It rather confirms my feeling that the lockdown or imprisonment is here to stay. The powers that be want to achieve their reset of the world and the more people acquiesce to the draconian rules and regulations, for example wearing masks, the more they will increase the pressure to dominate us completely and turn us into performing animals.

I spoke to my sister today and she told me that many people both in the hospital where she attended as an outpatient and in the street were not wearing masks. I think this law or is it a rule will be widely ignored. Perhaps the government are relying on peer pressure for people to police each other.

We enjoy watching a TV programme about people living in Alaska. They have no backup services so everyone has to be good at doing multitasking and this may be a reflection of how we need to prepare ourselves for the future. One of their number and had a 10 m fall and had broken 24 bones. The rest built for him a ramp so that he could go into his living quarters in the hills.

Back home, food shortages are going to be only one of the problems. I wonder what suicide rate it will take for the government take notice but then I suppose if you have been brainwashed and hypnotised by other forces you won’t really care.

I’m aware that my diaries are becoming a bit dystopian but I am just reflecting what’s going on. Tomorrow, off to Bristol to have a new car key cut. We may do some shopping at the same time. I have no intention of wearing a mask and will not do so even if we have to enter a shop. By the way, entries on my website are quite interesting if anyone is even mildly interested in the Corona virus farce so here is the link if you want to look at it.  From June 1, you will find 201 links to various articles.


The Mendip hills in their ancient glory


Apart from the more well-known caves like Wookey Hole, which is near Blagdon there are the Mendip caving group, sensibly located since there are many caves round and about.  Since the weather forecast was mixed, we were not sure whether to go out today at all but on balance we needed to escape from our house, not that we don’t like it, but that we need a change of scenery and some fresh air.

There were a great number of people out and about most of them alas still following the social distancing rules. We ignore the rules and just walked straight on but people are still ruled by fear so the brain doesn’t get much of a chance to have its say.  On the way out from the road to Blagdon, A ‘B’ Road it was, we saw the entrances to mysterious caves. Excuse the rather out of focus picture. I am claustrophobic with caves and I’m afraid I will get lost or injured so no way I’m going to go down one of these but it must be very romantic for those who choose such a hobby.

cave entrance

It was so lovely to pass by these lovely flowers – Digitalis –  in season.

Not the best slide in the world, but this picture is of an open heath without a building inside or a TV or radio antenna

This area is definitely worth returning to. This was our first longer drive in our new car. We are getting used to it gradually. Tuesday, we go to Bristol to meet someone who can give us a second key. It’s going to cost us £100 but someone told me the keys are much more expensive to get due to the security measures because each key has its own transmitter and receiver. I was told that a Ford key can cost up to £1000.  A tip for everybody – if you’re buying a second-hand car asked about the number of keys because if there are only one that would be a hidden cost unless you are quite sure that you’re not going to lose the one and only copy.

An active day – the insanity continues – more rain


I’m getting used to my new car now or maybe its getting used to me. It’s driving smoother and I’m getting the idea that merely touching the gas pedal is necessary in order for it to go forward. It does not require much encouragement since it is a turbo.

It is most difficult to get a  spare key for this almost 20 year old car. I talked to a chap in Bristol who thinks he might be able to do it but in between tinkering with the dashboard whilst I was on the phone he asked me to send a picture of the key for some strange reason and also the registration number of the car. I don’t have very high hopes and I think I shall end up by going to Volvo and paying a fortune for another key.

I’m enjoying the clouds and rain and it is very pleasant to walk on the grass that has been recently rained upon. It does help the earthing that I have referred to and that is good for the health.

It’s a good lesson of websites that you get your database running smoothly before inviting anyone to sign up since if you don’t get it right they may have to sign up again.  It’s a tricky question with subscription sites how many questions you want to ask people. If it’s just an ordinary mailshot, name and e-mail address is sufficient if you want participation, then more details are required. I’m going to run through this with my colleague Graham and were going to beta test it to death. People have a very short tolerance these days and if something doesn’t work the first time they will just leave it aside.

Today I was driving to the allotment and I saw a woman standing punched not moving. She was elderly, I would say about 85, and it looked as if she had just run out of steam.  If I was not in a stream of traffic I would have stopped and made sure everything was all right but I felt somehow that the desire to live was not as strong as it should have been or perhaps she had respiratory problems or some such thing.

I watched a very moving film about a nurse saying how in her New York. NY, Hospital,  interns and students were treating people as objects and not human beings and that they were making decisions to put people on ventilators because Medicare gave each case $31,000 as presumably as an incentive although they were far more likely to die than if they did not have the ventilators. She explained that the patients were in effect blowing up their lungs by pushing in oxygen under far too much pressure. At times she broke down in tears at the lack of humanity. She said the hospitals in Iraq  were better.

I met Helen, a Red Pill person, who is also a homoeopath and asked for a consultation. She is thoroughly on the wavelength and quite disillusioned with the names she gets called including of course conspiracy therapist and has decided like me that it’s better to leave some people alone.

Next Monday we are going to have to wear masks when we travel by public transport. One of the exceptions as people who have respiratory problems so if I’m challenged I shall tell the bus driver that is what the case is. I hope I don’t get dragged off to hospital and put in a COVID ward otherwise I will not come out that’s for sure. I might go to Bath for a special edition of this diary and record what goes on, the number of people who wear masks versus the ones who did not. I have never known a time when so many entries on my website have confirmed the futility of mask wearing.

It does cheer me up enormously to either talk to or be with people on the same wavelength. It  will make up for the number of friends that I will probably lose because my views are known to all and sundry. I listened to David Icke today who pointed out that every time people obey an order that does not have any sense they become more susceptible, more gullible, and they will end up doing anything there told without questioning. That, my friends, is really depressing. How many brain cells does it take to recognise this whole thing is a con designed to get control of us and give us wonderful vaccines to change our DNA.

In spite of all, I do feel that with the friends I have and my faith I can survive these times. When I say the same thing in six months time when the concert halls, football grounds, art galleries are still closed. What about the hotels? Will airlines be able to offer bargain flights any more because they must have lost billions through this nonsense. One can only wonder. As I say, there are two important things in life, a comfortable bed and a good conscience the rest is a bonus.

Mutton dressed as lamb


Reference my recent diary entries, this is what my wife has done to the non-descript rusty iron container that we were invited to take, garden we did. It now sits in an increasingly crowded garden of Eden A.k.A. our bungalow garden in Midsomer Norton.

I’m looking forward to not wearing my mask when they made obligatory for public transport. The participants at our weekly meeting this afternoon are not intending to wear masks. There are an increasing number of papers showing you how dangerous practice is and how it disturbs the balance of carbon dioxide and oxygen in the body. When hospitals are open again there will be literally millions of people booked in for operations and this is when the hospital system is going to be under strain. The COVID fiasco was a nonevent. Wards were lying empty and operations were cancelled.

Our ZOOM discussion today was about how to wake people up. We decided that unless we get some indications of interest it is better to leave them sleeping. Françoise thought it was better to ask questions than tell people. Others thought it was better to give an example of a happy life then my direct preaching. Someone wears a hat saying “there is no virus” and “Stop 5G”. I prefer to function more in the background myself.

Not a lot to report apart from that. Françoise is suffering from tinnitus. This is exacerbated when she sits in front of a computer or the TV. My stomach is fairly under control now so long as I eat moderately and don’t have too much food in the evening, I am fine.

The days do tend to merge into each other. I sometimes have to think what day it is because there are no familiar markers. I know my pension arrives on Monday. Apart from that, it is a “go to the shops on a needs basis” and that’s about it.


a day with some good news


On instinct, I went out today to see a potential sympathiser and human being, Helen, at a local shop.  I was told that she will be at the shop on Thursday, and so I discovered that from next week the shop opens every day of the week whereas before it had been just open Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 10 AM to 4 PM. Any sign of life returning to normal I welcome.

Next stop was to Lidl. Bearing in mind that the government are trying to step up the wearing of masks as from 15th June , I asked the manager whether they were intending to make the wearing of masks mandatory and they assured me to the contrary. If the wearing of a mask made me more comfortable than I was welcome to do so but they evidently have no view on the subject.

The third stop was to my local solicitors. Instead of the blinds being drawn I saw a receptionist in the window and knocked on the door to speak to her. She said in spite of the shop being closed, there is activity in the office and interviews are being conducted.

Somewhat less charming was a text that I received from my NHS surgery which read as follows

IMPORTANT PATIENT NOTICE. If you have been asked to attend a surgery for a face-to-face appointment please wear your own face covering for the duration of the appointment. This also applies to home visits. We will not be able to supply you with a mask. Thank you for your support.

In other words if you are uninformed and idiotic enough to believe that the wearing of face masks is going to benefit you then fall into the system unquestioningly. I’m not just making this up with the face masks. Have a look at an article about  why you should not wear face masks.

five masks, bottle of cleansing soap, pairs of rubber gloves, white plastic aprons

This afternoon,the coordinator of the AgeUK group delivered some personal protection equipment to Françoise. She was told that she did not have to use it unless the person was displaying symptoms of Covid. Had she been told that it was mandatory she would not have taken part in the visiting scheme.

We did three garden jobs today, small ones admittedly but every pound counts. Françoise is always on the lookout for items that will be useful in our garden, items that are not wanted by the customer and in this case she saw this object below as a chance to grow vegetables and flowers in an original setting.

I feel more upbeat today. I think things are changing and people are realising the monstrosity of this Corona con.  I met four people in succession who did not bother with the social distancing 2 m rule. They just talked as if it had never been invented and this was most encouraging.

Birthday Boy


So I’m 76 years of age but of course still a teenager inside. They say that Geminis never grow up, they just become more eccentric and I would concur with that.  Last night I did not sleep particularly well so I stayed in bed until about 9:30 am, made my usual coffee and had Wheatabix with a banana and milk and then I was ready for my virtual service at my church. At the time of trying, our vicar is still not very good at delegating and I keep on asking that they do rehearsals for the ZOOM meeting but they stumble on somehow. I could make a few points but I don’t want to be known as a whinger.

Birthday correspondence from all over for which I am duly appreciative. I try to respond to letters within an hour if I’m sitting at my desk. One less welcome letter, or should I say two letters, were from my allotment saying that two people have had their strawberries raided. This happened two years ago. Apart from barricading the place I don’t quite know what we can do and I guess it’s an occupational hazard but in general we are fortunate.

We thought about going out to have a takeaway food lunch but it wasn’t that warm so Françoise agreed to make a fish pie with salad. We preceded this with a bottle of very nice champagne with miscellaneous toasts to all and sundry. More sleeping in the afternoon interspersed by watching videos about North Korea. DW Deutsche World did a very good video which I found on you Tube.

After having had a snooze, time to enter more data this time on the coronavirus. Just to show you what I’m up to, I enclose today’s offerings. I love listening to Dr. Vernon Coleman. He thinks and speaks in English and communicates very well and is totally non-apologetic. This is one of the slower days for news. I wish I had more time to actually read all the stuff. If you want one lighten try items C722 about how thousands of people have been murdered. If you want to depress yourself watch C718 about the long planned “reset” of the world, for our safety and security you understand.

7 June 20

VIDEO –   Losing Friends Because of Corona Tribalism | Carl Vernon Are we led by fear or by love?  9.26  Pub/added 7 June 20 C724

ARTICLE  www.nextgov.com intelligence community wants better tech for COVID– 19 and the next pandemic. IARPA is looking for early – stage research proposals in five key technology areas Pub 1 Jun 20 Added 7 Jun 20 C723

VIDEO – Dr Vernon Coleman.  Coronavirus: Is this how they plan to steal and sell your DNA?  We in the UK might as well be living in China. Coronavirus: How and why thousands of old people have been murdered  14:08   Pub 2 Jun 20 Added 7 Jun 20 C722

ARTICLE and VIDEOS  thetruthaboutcancer.com – mask or not mask? (see post as well) Published 7 June 20 C721

ARTICLE – Lockdownsceptics.org  How at risk are your children from coronavirus. Interesting analysis of  the Sweden situation. Ed. Pub 17 May 20 Added 7 June 20 C720

ARTICLE – Daily Mail online (beware the pop ups)  Experts cannot find a single child under 10 who has passed on coronavirus to an adult despite huge trawl of data raising hopes they pose no risk. Experts failed to uncover any cases of children under 10 transmitting the virus   Pub and added 7 June 20  C719

VIDEO ARTICLE – ♠ Spiro from Activity Post – Problem reaction solution at it again.  The great reset plan revealed – How COVID ushers in the new. Pub 6 June 20 Added 7 June 20 C718

A failed expedition to get a spare key for my Volvo



wheat field see below

I recently bought an old Volvo V70 for  £1250, spent about £400 on a couple of new tyres and a complete oil change and there was only one trouble with the car and that was that it had only one set of keys. Anyone who has had dealings with Volvo know how security conscious they are. I rang up a Volvo outlet to be told that the cost of getting a new key would be £250 which includes the key itself and the programming of the key. Unless the engine recognises the code, the car will not start.

I found a local locksmith who said that he did programming, so off we set to a place called Cranmore, a little village about 10 miles south of Midsomer Norton. The cutting of the physical key was easy enough but the problem came when we had to program it. Evidently the key has to be read and then returned to a unit three times with intervals of up to 15 min in between. This is a deterrent for those wishing to clone the key and steal the car. We were there for about one hour 30 min. While he was working, I went for a lovely walk on an archetypal spring – summer day with wheat blowing in the breeze. This made the visit alone worthwhile. Alas, he could not program the key so we returned empty-handed.

disused rail tracks make me very nostalgic and sentimental

I made one mistake with my  new car that I shall not make again. I had a set of new tyres fitted and one had a puncture which I did not realise and drove round on for a mile or so thus destroying the tyre. Fortunately I was able to replace it and will go along tomorrow Saturday to have it fitted. You may wonder why it is possible to miss a puncture but these tyres are of the sporty variety and are much thinner than the average model. Ah well, put it down to experience.

A mixed day of fortunes


I was riding my new car along the Radstock Road when I heard a bang and the curbside front tyre blew. I drove back gingerly home and called the RAC. They had some questions for me. Have I’ll anyone been in contact with anyone who’s got the coronavirus. Am I suffering from any health conditions. This topic is everywhere and there is no escape. The roadside repair person rang me about 9:30 PM asking me to put the keys on the top of the car, social distancing he explained. He seemed somewhat stressed, I’m not surprised at the end of a long day, but he was having to carry out orders which he probably doesn’t understand. Anyway, the service was good enough. The tyre was brand-new and showed no signs of damage so he told me to take it back to the garage and ask them what they thought and if they had an explanation.

My new car has higher specifications and is going to cost me £330 a year to tax. I guess it is because it is more sporty, not really ideal for going round in gardens but it was the only example I could find at a reasonable price.

Last night we had our weekly ZOOM meeting. We had nine people, less than I expected and I told them all about the new system that I had brought in where instead of writing e-mails to each other we could contribute to a message board type of system within a website. This would mean that people could opt in only to the material that they were interested in.

Today I have only done a moderate amount of work compared with my usual volume. I’m largely bereft of inspiration at the moment so I think I will close and have an early night. Today, I spoke to a friend in London about the effect of the so-called pandemic and evidently there are plenty of cars around so people are getting back to normal. She knows to people who had died of the virus and I reminded her that doctors are told to put cause of death as Corona even though they haven’t tested positive. She told me of a doctor who refused to put Corona until the body had been tested.

I find it cheers me enough up enormously to share with people on the same wavelength even if we don’t agree on everything. The cumulative effect of so many people observing the social distancing when there is no shadow of evidence or scientific study is getting to me somewhat. Masks are even worse because they anonymize people.

A Daily Mail sort of day


Today, I had to go to hospital for a scan of my stomach to make sure that nothing untoward was going on. I parked at the park-and-ride in Odd Down south of Bath and waited and waited for a bus that I was assured went every half an hour by a driver in another bus. I waited in vain in the lovely sun and eventually went to the centre of Bath by another bus and caught a connecting bus to the hospital.

Many arrangements have been made for social distancing.  On the bus, you can only sit on one seat in a row and the rest is cordoned off with warning signs. At the bus station, they are not allowing people to get off the bus because of the said social distancing and so buses have to alight about 100 yards away adjacent to the car park. They then do another turn round the block and come in to Dorchester Street  or bus station itself to pick up passengers.  There were very few people to pick up anyway and it is not uncommon to be the only person on a bus.

Anyway I arrived at the hospital at 12:05 for 12:15 appointment. I was seen at 1220 by a delightful Greek doctor who did at least 20 scans of my stomach in the most conscientious way. I complimented her on her thoroughness and she did not understand the word thorough and how to get the nurse to explain. She then berated herself saying that she was utterly useless at English and I responded by saying that she was not utterly useless and I gave a joke Papal Blessing to absolve her from her sins.

About half the people, and that includes the staff, were wearing masks and the other to my great relief were not.  After the examination, I returned from the ward to the central area where they were serving tea and coffee. On the way I saw the most ghastly picture nurse care I have ever seen. What is this all about? It reminds me of other famous campaigns in the past. I had a small Latte accompanied by a chick pea sandwich for the princely sum of £6.60. The sandwich was worth about £1.50, the latte about the same but what do you do.

I had a chat with the bus driver on the way back and we talked about the political situation. He, obviously fed by the mainstream media. said that any government faced with new situations would have behaved in the same way right back to Winston Churchill. He said he thinks we want to draw a line under Dominic Cummings who he said went up to Durham to see his family. I said that actually he went up to sign a contract with Glaxo Smith Kline for research into a vaccine with a French company. He turned on me somewhat said, where did you get that information? It could have been made up. Was there a photograph of him signing the contract? I said, probably no. He said well you can make anything up, bloggers do this just for a laugh. I realise that it was of limited value to carry on with the conversation.

On the way that we visited my favourite little village Wellow.  Down to the Ford which floods quite regularly in winter but during this dry weather was hardly more than a trickle.

Back home, to finish my newly designed website with lots of participation of members. David, the dour Scottish person who is my web developer, made short work of my questions and now 48 hours after starting the redevelopment, we have workable integrative website, with sensitive user participation and respect of  privacy. I shall present it to the group tomorrow Wednesday and see what they have to say.

What a lovely evening it is so we both sat back with a glass or two of wine. tomorrow, rain threatens so that will be good for the ground. In the Daily Mail which I rashly brought there was very little news of any value. Someone was saying that we have to reduce the social distancing to 1 m otherwise industry will suffer. Another person was talking about good food to increase resistance to the non-existent virus but did not make any mention of vitamins C or D. Totally useless. Anyone who trusts the mainstream media for their news hasn’t got a chance in hell. Pure propaganda.

Times they are a’changing


The phrase was immortalised by Bob Dylan. He is the perfect person to sing this haunting lyric with a mixture of nostalgia and realism

Come gather ’round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin

Today, another sunny day, was accompanied by much development work on my ZOOM site. I need it to be ready for Wednesday afternoon when I have my next meeting. I want people to be able to sign up and contribute material in a closed environment away from the Twitterati and the Facebookers of this world. This pond skating does not work and does not develop the brain.

I find the best way to develop a site is to first of all listen to the person who is hosting the site or in a position of knowledge, do all you can to follow their  instructions, write the questions down in a group and then have a dedicated session to talk about them. I did this today, sent my questions off and we had a Skype session and sorted out pretty much all the problems at one go. I find that providence gives me a tailwind. I only thought of developing my site on Saturday, it’s normally weekends when such things happen. I know that I have to keep the flow going and it is worth giving all my care and attention to the matter in hand.

I spoke to my son in Thailand. He is still hosting his mother and father-in-law. He explained that they had been invited to return to India from which they had visited but they would have to pay their own fair, and spend 14 nights in a hotel near the airport by way of quarantine. They decided that this was far too much trouble and expense so they are staying on. I don’t blame them and I would have done the same. At his school, the school where he is teaching, the parents want a discount because the present lessons are being done remotely and they don’t feel their children are getting the same benefit as having them at school. I can see their point.

I think that fewer and fewer people are believing the government’s guidelines because they are so inconsistent and illogical. I notice more people standing closer together as instinct takes over. I have had no reports about what has happened to children who have gone back to school today but I hope they are not made to sit in an isolated position though I fear this will be the case. What on earth will playtime be like? Will there be any actual play?  I know that Italy is opening up, other countries are following suit, Sweden never closed down and the figures are not worse, site hope it will peter out before the next no doubt planned “second wave” which will come in the autumn I guess. I wonder how long this lie will perpetuate.

To the allotment, everything is in full swing and looking lovely. People have done a wonderful job and most allotments are full of vigourously growing crops and weed free. I hope we do not have visits from opportunists when harvest season comes. A couple of years ago we had strawberries stolen, they are the obvious things to take. Crops like potatoes, leeks, are low on the temptation list of the people get hungry through lack of food you never know what might happen.

My worst time of day


This is the residence of our seven goldfish. Actually they are not all gold, there are two that are grey for some strange reason. It is one of the few pleasures of this lockdown to be able to sit in my garden with bare feet – for earthing purposes – and watch the goldfish swim around. Sometimes they swim alone, sometimes in formation, sometimes they are at the bottom of the pool and you think they have been eaten. On a day like today, they are quite happy to bask in the sun. There are one or two frogs that plop in and out of the water. It is a self-sustaining ecosystem which runs, like most of nature, without any need for input from us.

The government is telling us we mustn’t go out this weekend, save it for Monday. Epidemiologists tell us that the virus has peaked in early March and some say before that.  I have never come across a virus that thrives in hot weather so what difference does a day make? Are the viruses on duty only until Sunday night? What complete incompetence.

My worst time of the day are when I wake up and realise that we have to endure another day without freedoms. Every day, businesses are going bust. Every day, more people are committing suicide, suffering terrible tooth  pains because they can’t get to a dentist who I understand will only do teeth extractions and not root canal work or fillings. To process all this at six , or 630 in the morning is a little bit much. There is nowhere to run to. Our government are telling lies, being prompted by Bill Gates to maximise the chance of him making billions from expensive vaccines which we don’t need and which will cause us damage. Sometimes I think we will get away without it, there will be a public outcry and at other times I think that people will go like sheep and do whatever they told. I have to get up and sit in the garden and get some sort of inspiration from nature. That, and a good hot cup of coffee, does the job or normally does.

Today I bought a copy of the daily Telegraph which been a Saturday costs £2.80. I could scarcely bring myself to open the paper because it was all about the heroes of lockdown although to be fair someone had written an article on the front page about ending the 2 m rule. I shall not buy the paper again. I understand most of them are being subsidised by the government because they are doing so badly.

My next-door neighbour, Ray, an elderly chap in his 80s gave me a call yesterday asking me if I was expecting a package. In fact Françoise was expecting one so I went round to find that he had opened the box and was reading the invoice. He said he was trying to make out what it was.  It was clear that the sender had got the address wrong. However, the name Françoise Sauze was clearly marked. I have to make allowances for him but there was no reason for him to be nosy and open the package clearly not designed for him.  Anyway, no harm was done so I just put it down to seniority on his part.

After a debacle with our ZOOM meeting on Wednesday I decided that I would use a website to send out items of mail instead of my normal e-mail account. This has the advantage that the recipients cannot be seen (yes I know you can sue BCC but this is in another category). the problem was that one very prolific member had been rather rude to someone else and I had to stamp on it.

I want to perform all actions pertaining to the buildup of our 5G/corona community under one umbrella; enabling members to contact each other, become friends, exchange information and views, and this is necessary for the long-term so the trouble we had a couple of days ago was well timed because it made us pay attention to important structural issues before we become overwhelmed by numbers. I do try to run a personal service at all-time. We have about 16 active members so before advertising to increase the number I must get my house in order.

My stomach problems come and go. Samuel Pepys had far worse problems with a gallstone and in those days surgery was primitive. On a good day, the stomach is fine and functional but certain combination of foods produced an awful bloating situation which sometimes does not diminish for hours.  All I know is that the less I eat after about 4 PM, the better and I’m not so sure about the drinking of alcohol after this time. There is only one way to find out, and that is by experimentation and observation.

Second ZOOM meeting, lots of good feedback and thanks


There is no question in my mind that we are hard-wired to communicate together, especially if we have something in common. In my case, it is fellow Red Pill people who see the world in a different way. Yesterday I sent out 24 invitations to attend a ZOOM meeting. We ended up with 11 people including a very interesting and dynamic lady from California who wanted to buy land and grow food. Somewhat remarkable conversations ensued and I took the decision to record the whole event which took 846 MB, quite a chunk of the 1 GB of data storage allowed for my level of subscription. If I want to have 10 GB I have to pay £30 a month to ZOOM. I’m not prepared to do this so I’m going to give everyone a chance of viewing the video and then delete it next Wednesday when we make the next one.

I thought of streaming the next ZOOM meeting to the grand British public because it’s all very well sharing stuff that we already know – mostly – but it’s another thing to reach out to people who are not really aware of what’s going on. One of the most shocking things is the misallocation of nurses, the complete cancellation of operations (cancer goes on growing) and why oh why are dentists closed? Are they afraid of what the government might say? What about the people in pain? What do they do? This government has been an utter disgrace and I hope that they are made aware of the deficiencies sooner rather than later.

Another lovely day today. We were at the allotments and one of the committee, Will, had ordered a load of manure which he was busy wheeling to his plots. He wants to be dig-free by next year so this is the year to enrich the ground. Almost every plot is in good condition except one or two older people who should have given up their allotment some time ago but hang on and do the minimum to avoid being kicked out. It is very dry here in England at the moment so plenty of watering is needed during this critical spell of growth. Our lawns are already suffering and going dry.

We have recently bought a blender which can either be used for vegetables or fruit. My stomach is playing at the moment so I’m very much enjoying the zero effort of absorbing a rich nutritional mix of fruits both frozen and fresh. Last night I got so disturbed that I didn’t get to  sleep until about five in the morning. I was in pain, and suffering from a bloated stomach all night. My intention is to reduce the intake of food and indeed wine and tempting sweets that you can by in the supermarkets that have far too much sugar to do me any good. Today, so far so good as I write at half past nine in the evening.

We suffered from ‘the claps’ today. Everyone walked down the road and met together and started clapping at eight o’clock. In my view there have been completely conned by the government and BBC propaganda and have no idea that the nurses are standing around doing nothing having been allocated to COVID wards from other wards that should have been busy with  doing operations.  Incidentally it is quite shocking to read of the effects of the lockdown on people. In California they had a year’s worth of suicide in four weeks and has been a marked increase in the amount of child abuse not to mention depression and alcoholism. It just shows how little those who rule over us care about human beings.

We are considering making long term plans for food growing and storing. I don’t know how long we will survive without electricity because that does drive the sewage and without sanitation I think life could become unpleasant. I wonder if we should get a pot and dig holes in the garden. If the government has its way, our lives will never be the same again. Nevertheless, when I serve others I’m happy and fulfilled so that is what I intend to continue to do.


A walk with friends in Paradise Wood


My readers will have noticed my previous mentions of very unique landscape near Wells and today we decided to take two friends to what I will now call Paradise Wood.  In certain areas, the garlic was still in flower and I ate as much as I could possibly do, believing in its beneficial qualities. We noticed that the ferns had grown significantly since our last visit which must’ve been about two weeks ago.  I can say that we retraced our steps but actually the weather was different, the birdsong was different, the company was different, the people we met was different and nothing was the same.

a dried-up stream

I encountered a lady with a dog; I commented that she did not seem full of fear like the other people. I was delighted to find that she was willing and able to discuss the matter of the virus without lapsing into stereotypes. I was given space to say that the virus had passed, that social distancing was very damaging, all the usual thing you would expect from me. She did take it quite well but when I mentioned Bill Gates and his desire to give a vaccine to everybody in the world she could not believe that one person could cause such a lockdown. I know the method which is through his money and his influence but I backed off and discussed instead the value of maintaining an immune system. Dr Fauci and others in America never mentioned the immune system because that is a comparatively inexpensive way of dealing with the problem such as it is.

Tomorrow evening we will be having a Zoom session. There is a lady from California who was going to take part. She wrote me a lovely letter today, her second letter, obviously wanting to share what she is doing. I will quote it in full.

Hello Brian!!

Hope you are doing well! I was up in the Gold Country in California over the weekend thinking what a magical place our planet earth is and how one person really can make a difference!! My latest obsession is with gold, actually I am fascinated with the all things humans mine out of the earth. Our planet makes the most beautiful precious stones and minerals  Every rock I see, from the biggest to the largest, all have a story about how they got there on the river.
Kind of like every human has a story about how they got to this point in their existence. I don’t believe it is by mistake or by accident. All weekend I worked at removing a huge log jam on the river. Not because it was going to get me some gold. Not because I was getting paid to do it, but simply because it needed to be done so the river can move forward unencumbered.
I just kept digging and moving rocks out of the way and the next thing you know, the two story log jam started to break free. Bit by bit the water took away the debris changed its water flow patterns and moved the jam down stream. As I watched this massive rock start to inch its way free, I thought to myself, one person really can make the difference! That is what you do everyday! And what we should all strive for!
Excellent news about Graham from this area! I most certainly look forward to meeting up with him and getting some of the debris out of the log jam out country and world is currently in . Wednesday morning is the next meeting correct? Thanks for all you do!
I just love this outburst of the human spirit. If she shows up I think the meeting tomorrow will have a very special quality.
In my Corona work I notice there are more and more references to compulsory vaccines. This I will resist with every fibre of my body. Thus the war I don’t need a vaccine. Secondly viruses mutate and there are 22 different types of coronavirus so I read. Thirdly I have a perfectly adequate immune system that will deal with these and other invaders.


Orson Wells, John Wayne – the power of nostalgia – afternoon naps


BBC2 are running a series of retrospective biographies about the greats of the past. Yesterday it was Orson Welles with his incredibly measured oratory. Citizen Kane was one of his great successes. He was found dead at the age of 70 in front of his typewriter writing yet another script. I loved his presence and measured style.

Today was the turn of John Wayne AKA Marion Morrison with a laid-back manner and an incredibly American family orientated role model persona.  On a sunny Sunday afternoon after lunch this is little short of a serious journey into nostalgia, the type of homesickness for better things, a return to a past period when things are better than they are now. If you take away the technology factor I think the community spirit was better decades ago when people regarded each other with respect, when people were polite, obeyed the rules AND we managed without mobile phones. There was what we called the ‘telephone’. You ‘waited for a call’. You ‘dialled’ somebody.

I love watching the way these people were interviewed. They were given time to respond, not being interrupted every five seconds like these smart arse know-it-all interviewers. They were allowed to develop a narrative, the interviewer following them in this story rather than interposing their own agenda.

I’m engaged in frequent correspondence with my groups that I have known over the years.  For some reason, I wrote a piece in response to a ‘best wishes’ letter about my vote “if animals ruled the planet.

Elephants – family feeling
Ants – organisation and planning
Bees – fertilizing plants and team spirit
Swans – life loyalty to each other
Meerkats – observation
Dogs – unconditional love
Chameleons – the ultimate diplomats

This morning, Sunday, we had our first virtual Sunday morning service with our new priest. I had previously warned the person who I thought was the host to have a rehearsal. Their response was that they had tried it the day before and it seemed to be all right. However, that’s quite another thing from having a proper dress rehearsal moving through what is actually going to happen.

To say that it was a shambles was an understatement. There were 36 people on the call and the vicar, with his guitar, was in the garden of the vicarage preparing to lead the service. So far, so good, as was the introductory video and music.  However, shortly after the start, along ran one of his children and pulled down the music stand and all papers with it. His wife came along and rescued them. The meeting then started with a prayer and a form of service. It was clear that there was little communication and understanding between the person who was operating the laptop computer and the vicar.

In addition, the material had not been prepared properly. A version of a prayer, and a version of the new Testament lesson, whose spoken form was different to the version of the material on screen. The host did not know how to move from one screen to another and had to be given instruction during the service.   Also, the vicar asked for participation in the confession and at the same time someone had switched off everyone’s microphones;  this could not be overwritten on an individual level. And again as another part of the service, someone had left their microphone on so we heard domestic noises.

The virtual congregation put up with it in their usual stoic fashion as one does but I felt the whole thing very disturbing and lacking in continuity. At the end just before the blessing, one of his children came and took one of the sheets of paper on which the blessing was written. That had to be rescued by his wife. He made a joke out of it but I felt the dignity of the whole occasion was compromised and especially for me, acutely sensitive to sound and context, the integrity was compromised.

I’m sure they’ll get it better next Sunday but why oh why do people forget the simple procedure of rehearsing. You would not perform a play without a dress rehearsal so why not do the same for a church service?


This is from a book by Matthew Walker called “Why we Sleep” and is discussing the ancient origin presumably embedded in our DNA of biphasic sleep patterns, napping in the afternoon and sleeping at night. The volume was recommended by my doctor and it is certainly a good read.
Accepting that biphasic sleep is our natural pattern of slumber, can we ever know for certain what types of health consequences have been caused by our abandonment of biphasic sleep? Biphasic sleep is still observed in several Siesta cultures throughout the world, including regions of South America and Mediterranean Europe. When I was a child in the 1980s, I went on vacation to Greece with my family. As we walked the streets of the major metropolitan Greek cities we visited, there were signs hanging in storefront windows that were very different from those  I was used to in England. They stated:  open 9 AM to 1 PM, closed from 1 PM to 5M, open from 5 PM to 9 PM
Today, few of those signs remain in Windows shops throughout Greece. Prior to the turn of the millennium, there was increasing pressure to abandon the siesta – like practice in Greece. A team of researchers from Harvard University School of Public health decided to quantify the health consequences of this radical change in more than 23,000 Greek adults, which contain men and women ranging in age from 20 to 83 years old. The researchers focused on cardiovascular outcomes, tracking the group across a six-year period as the siesta practice came to an end for many of them.
As with countless Greek tragedies, the end result was heartbreaking, but here in the most serious, literal way. None of the individuals had a history of coronary heart disease or stroke at the start of the study, indicating the absence of cardiovascular ill health. However, those that abandoned regular siestas went on to suffer a 37% increased risk of death from heart disease across the six-year period, relative to those who maintain regular daytime naps. The effect was especially strong in working men, where the ensuing mortality risk of not napping increased by well over 60%.
Apparent from this remarkable study is this fact: when we’re cleaved from the inmate practice of biphasic sleep, our lives are shortened. It is perhaps unsurprising that in the small enclaves of Greece where siestas still remain intact, such as the island of Ikaria, men are nearly 4 times as likely to reach the age of 90 as American males. These napping communities have sometimes been described as “the places where people forget to die” From a prescription written long ago in our ancestral genetic code, the practice of natural biphasic sleep, and a healthy diet, appear to be the keys to a long – sustained life.