Silver Street (woods) – a walk and some tea.


Our local conservation group meets from time to time, and this time it was an annual walk. It was slightly unimaginative in that it was a walk up and then back along the rail tracks run by the Midsomer Norton railway society. However, the weather was so good that it was a pleasure just to be  outside, enjoy the gentle breeze and look at the clouds scudding across the sky. People were moving so slowly that I decided to set off on my own. I had a chat with one or two people, nothing earthshattering, but pleasant enough and catching up on local gossip.

We went back to the woods and shared some very nice sandwiches, cake and soda. I met a mother on her first visit to the group, the lady on the far right of the picture, who home schools her children. We started talking about mobile phones and she told me that when friends come to play with her two boys they have to leave their mobile phones at the door. She allows only very limited use of the phones and we discussed under what conditions it was necessary for the child to have one at all. The mother said that when they went out on their own she wanted them to have the means of reporting back if there was any trouble but said that in general she encouraged her boys to talk with each other and play. Since there are virtually no red telephone boxes left that is probably a good idea.

I found them very happy articulate young men  It slightly inhibited or maybe shy and it was a pleasure to meet the family. The husband was a carpenter who works throughout Somerset and didn’t know from one day to the next way he was going to be sent.

To home, to find that a job that we were looking forward to had been cancelled because a neighbour of the potential customer had offered to do it instead. On the other hand the job that I thought was very small turned out to be quite substantial so things have a habit of turning out all right in the end.

Meeting with friends on the same wavelength


Today Saturday was the hottest day of the year and Glastonbury Festival is in full swing. We can hear the bands, or at least the bass part of the bands, where we are in Midsomer Norton which as the crow flies is 11 miles from us. Lower notes, long waves, have the power to travel much further and as I lay in bed I heard the distant boom quite clearly.

Today we went off to Compton Dundon which is a small village consisting of a few old houses, a few side streets built with boring modern houses, a pub and a Village Hall. The day was for those who are electro sensitive. We took a long way round via Nunney to avoid the residual traffic going to and from the festival and arrived at one o’clock to find… nobody.  The venue which was an orchard and outhouses was completely silent – though beautiful.

We went over to the pub opposite, which struck us as being a little bit tatty and very “family” orientated and decided we didn’t really want to eat or drink anything and returned. We decided to wait half an hour and if nobody came we would leave and do something else. After about 20 minutes, Julian turned up followed by four other people. Two people had taken four hours to come down from Gloucestershire on the M5, driving into the sun.  I offered her a washing-up basin full of cold water to rest her feet.

Anyway, conversation started up and it was 5:20 PM when we regretfully left or should I say I’d had enough. We were talking about 5G and there is a limit to the amount of bad news that I can take at any one time. The problem is that 5G  started at least five years ago and they have perfected the method before most of the public even got the first idea of what was going on.   5G is a killing machine in that it can take out individuals at a distance without them being able to do anything irrespective of the immediacy of a transmitter.

Many people are Electro sensitive including myself but I’m not the worst by any means. Someone was telling me that they have to sleep next to a wall where next door another person charges their phone and they cannot sleep. Another couple are living in a flat facing a transmitter and they are permanently ill and weak.

However, irrespective of the subject matter, it is very pleasant and fun to sit down with people who thoroughly understand where you are coming from and what you are about. It’s the feeling of being at home. I feel sorry for people interested in 5G, smart meters etc who have an unsympathetic partner.  Very many of the young people today are so inveigled with technology that they dismiss the concerns of their parents. When they find they are infertile when their time comes to continue the species then it’s too late.

Anyway, we had a lovely sunny drive back home travelling via Wells not Shepton Mallet and avoided any site nor sound of crowds. The real road congestion  will manifest at the end of the festival, Monday morning I should think. We popped into Waitrose  in Wells and bought some constituents for an Indian meal as we did not feel like sitting in a restaurant. My non-drinking phase is still holding up and to my surprise I don’t miss it that much.

Shrieking children and breakfast do not mix – the word TURN

The River Somer going through Midsomer Norton High Street

If there’s one thing I insist on these days is having breakfast in peace. I like to read the paper and merely nod when the waiter asks ‘is everything all right?’.  Wetherspoon’s is therefore the wrong place to go – but you can be lucky. This morning there was a young child having breakfast (or picking at food with a spoon) who without warning shrieked loudly, a bit like a siren going off. I tried to be charitable in my mind with limited success. All the mother did was to grin at the child and say in a soft voice ‘no’.

I have noticed that people often grin at badly behaved children. Is this a form of discipline that is so subtle that I miss it? I think it’s because they don’t know how to act as parents. With smacking having been outlawed outlawed and a child’s word being taken in preference to that of the parents, no wonder they are scared.

I spoke to my son who is going to India on Saturday to be married. I cannot go because I cannot risk being battered by EMF forces on the plane never mind when I get there. Mumbai is in the rainy season at the moment and therefore not too hot but it is stuffed full of 4G and now 5G radiation and there will be no escape for me especially if I chose to stay there for one week. I have made an arrangement to speak to the Indian parents on Skype so let us hope that does something to smooth the diplomatic path between the bride’s parents and us. My ex who is the mother will be traveling with my son.


I went to the meeting this evening and someone use the phrase “turned in” when they really meant “turn up”. I love the English language and I’m so glad I’m born in England to have this amazing tool inbred into me.

Turn – to cause to move around and axis or a centre
Turn in – to go to bed
Turn up – to appear casually at an event or a house
Turn over- as we turn over an omelette or pancake
Turn down – to reject an offer or an idea
Turn turtle – to turn completely over as you disable a total
Turnover – money made in a particular period of time
Turncoat – someone who reneges on his promise
Turn out – you say someone is turned out well when they are dressed smartly but
Turn out – is when you turn cattle out into a pasture
Turn off – you can turn off the radio or you can be a turnoff to someone by your behaviour
(A) Turn on – someone can turn you emotionally or sexually on by their appearance all behaviour
Turn round – a vehicle or person turns round 180°
Turnround – you have reverse the fortunes of a business
Turn right or left – change direction
Take turns – one person does something and then hands over to the other and so on
Turn the mob – the police used houses to turn the mob.

There are language is more difficult to learn for example, Hungarian, Finnish, and possibly Icelandic but I wish people all the best in getting a grasp of English.


I read today that at Glastonbury, members of the staff are experiencing nosebleeds and headaches. They have never experienced the symptoms before and it is more than coincidence that for the first time there is a 5G tower belting out microwave vibrations. I am stepping up my activity with my 5G website and we shall see a battle royal in the near future I’m sure.

Garden job finished, I turned down a new customer


I’m just going to sit down down to watch the film “Wild” with Reese Witherspoon who in the film took the Appalachian Trail. I meant to sit and watch it much earlier but I got sidetracked by Youtube.  “The six worst falls off balconies”, “the 10 most dangerous beaches in the world”, “Road crashes in Russia”, “people being attacked by elephants” and so on. Youtube knows exactly what I like. Pity they are censoring things left right and centre at the moment. What is wrong with natural health?

This morning we finished the job for a very grateful woman. We love renovating gardens that are a complete mess. In many cases there is a medical reason. In this case the wife was active but the husband had a hip problem and could not move and eventually got so chair bound that he did not want to move. I was the equivalent of Monty Python’s “bicycle repair man”. I will do anything that is necessary to make a garden tidier even  including cleaning drains which is more satisfying than you might believe. My favourite jobs are hedge trimming, definitely OCD in my approach, mowing lawns and jet washing.

The lady was so pleased that she gave me another 50 quid on top of my quote, totally unexpected, and asked if even that tip was enough. I said it was and thanked her.

On the 5G front, I notice that this matter was discussed in Parliament, not the whole parliament but in committee. I immediately put this on the homepage of my website  Things are developing by the week. I heard someone was vomiting blood after having a couple of pints at Glastonbury and wondered whether this was due to the effect of 5G. Tuesday, I’m giving a brief talk in Frome, and I shall probably publish it here as well as on my other website. I’m not doing a printed copy because there will be so many links that hardcopy would be very demanding on people’s limited time. These days, you have to make things simple for people.

So I have this rather snooty lady ring up asking me to cut her lawn. I asked what had happened to her present gardener – it’s always a good one to ask to see the history. In this case, the husband had died two years ago but sometimes gardeners leave either because they leave the area or because not enough money is being offered. I have mentioned this before so I won’t drone on about it but anyway there was something about her voice that told me that I would not relate to her.

She sounded a bit superior and told me that mowing the lawn would be good exercise for me. I did retort during that brief conversation that I did not need to be told about the therapeutic value of work.  I did call her back twice to see whether I could go round to have a view but she was not there so I decided to leave it. As I have said previously, if things start badly they normally go on badly so folks just ‘wash your hands of these things and don’t push against the river’ is my advice. In short, listen to your intuition.

Bread v36, more art, the dentist, Toy Story 4


I think it was about three years ago when we started to make our own bread. Perhaps this is a compliment to myself or maybe not but I find that no two loaves are the same. I tend to use two types of flour; ordinary white flour and some rye flour as well.  I take care not to put too much rye in otherwise the whole gets a bit heavy and soggy.  We enjoy our bread, especially when guests arrive and comment on the digestible nature of our offering.


To the dentist. David is a real artist and I love the way he works and his sense of humour. He injects sufficient medication to make sure I don’t feel anything although the process of drilling makes me shake my feet to get rid of tension.  I gave up NHS dentistry some time ago because they have to hurry so much because of the payment system.

Goodness knows how they managed in the days without anaesthetic. Perhaps a good swig of whiskey who knows.


To the City Art Gallery where Bath artists are strutting their stuff. I have been to this exhibition two or three times and each time a different painting jumps out at me.

Christmas past, Christmas present


This is Forky who has such a low self image that he sought out garbage cans as a refuge. He was re-educated by the other toys to believe that he was a real toy.

We went to see the 2 PM performance of Toy Story. There were about a dozen people in the theatre but I imagine that the numbers increase in the evenings. This exquisitely delivered animation has been a success. Toy Story 3 appears to have done better but don’t forget it came out nine years ago so it looks like the latest version will beat them all

1 Toy Story 3 BV $415,004,880 4,028 $110,307,189 4,028 6/18/10
2 Toy Story 2 BV $245,852,179 3,257 $300,163 1 11/19/99
3 Toy Story BV $191,796,233 2,574 $29,140,617 2,457 11/22/95
4 Toy Story 4 BV $120,908,065 4,575 $120,908,065 4,575 6/21/1

I found the action at continual high-speed, a little bit difficult to cope with but I got the gist of the story, such as it was. I found it amusing, very entertaining for the eye  (eye candy I think it is called), and in parts quite moving. I seldom go to the movies these days but this one caught my eye and I finally decided to go because my weekly magazine ‘The Week’ announced a five-star review. I wish the Odeon theatre technicians would keep the volume of sound down from ear splitting levels. Do they think we are all terminally deaf?


I’m thinking sad thoughts about the friend that I mentioned in yesterday’s post. Having 25 daily chemo sessions really destroys the body so what will be left of her I really don’t know. I wonder if she will be recognisable from the last time I saw about four years ago. I think I would rather retain the image that I had. I am going to try and send her some healing which I’m fairly good at doing and see if that eases her path a little bit.

Actual summer – a bolt out of the blue


I read in the paper today that many parts of India have run out of water. Europe is going to bask in the mid-30s by the weekend. Here in Midsomer Norton we have no wind and 22°C. There is no question, life is just that little bit more bearable when the sun is shining but 45 or 47 degrees is a bit too much like an oven..

We must blame Putin for all mishaps that happen however caused. Perhaps Putin has now stopped controlling the weather and it is now going back to where it should be. In fact we are now approaching the grand maunder minimum to be at its nadir about 2030. The ridiculous Extension Rebellion people are telling us with no justification at all that we have 12 years left. I wonder which PR agency made that up.

Yesterday I had two clients for psychic readings. I do not normally see people on a Sunday but one of them, a Californian, was on a special visit to this country and I felt it was important to see him. It is amazing how the right information comes when the person is in need and open and honest. You do need those three things. No matter how horrendous the information that is given by the client in terms of reporting their life condition, something within me enables me to take it with equanimity and objectivity.


At about 3:30 PM this afternoon I received an e-mail from a very good friend of mine that I’ve known for the best part of 20 years. I wondered why I had  not heard from her and now I know. I have anonymized it.

In December last year I had a dream that was so profound that I remembered it verbatim the next morning. I dreamt that I was having a mammogram followed by an ultrasound which is normal for my age – next part of the dream were lots and lots of my friends, not exactly sad but not happy either and then the third part was me standing in front of my chest of drawers with Meisie saying to her “ please come and help with this headscarf, us white people are stupid with such things”.

Remembering it the next morning and especially the part about the headscarf ( no hair???) sent shock waves through me and I immediately went to my filing cabinet and found that my last mammo and ultrasound was in 2010! I immediately made an appointment and two weeks before Xmas I was diagnosed with breast cancer. An emergency biopsy was done and being that time of the year, I did get to see a cancer surgeon as well as a plastic surgeon but treatment could only commence in the new year. I had major surgery mid- January, a mastectomy and immediate re-construction using my own tissue, fat and blood vessels harvested from my tummy which involved a cut from hip to hip and was a 9.5hour long op. During surgery they discovered that the cancer was worse than what the biopsy had shown a month earlier and was in fact aggressive so much so that where the tumour was reported to be “contained” on the biopsy results, it spread throughout the breast and into the lymph nodes under the arm; resultant diagnosis being stage 3 aggressive cancer.

Two weeks after the initial op I contracted septicemia in the tummy wound and landed up in hospital for another week and further surgery. I started the horrific “red devil” chemo in the middle of March every 3 weeks and am now on another cycle of chemo every week of which I still have 5 weeks to go. Thereafter it is 25 sessions of radiation every weekday for 5 weeks.

I have been to hell and back with illness and look worse than an alien. Have had no hair for almost 3 months and now no eyebrows or eyelashes and I have lost 13 Kgs! None of my clothes fit me.

I however have to be extremely  grateful for the dream as the last thing on my mind with the horrific business year I had last year would have been to go for a mammogram! And the fact that the cancer has turned out to be so aggressive I would have been in big trouble by the end of this year as the tumor was close to the breastbone and would have by now be in either the bone or liver or both , and I would have been none the wiser until it was too late.

Needless to say this came as a big shock to both of us; we had to give up the McGregor cottage and I had to close my business as my oncologist said my treatment was going to be too debilitating to continue doing the work that I do. I was fortunate to have some dread disease cover but that will only keep us going for so long. Before I got ill the plan was to sell the house sometime this year and move to the country, which whist I am having treatment plus further surgery early next year I cannot do. And the property market is absolutely diabolical at the moment – I would not get the price I would have 2 years ago, nor can I afford to let it go at a reduced value as I need every cent to invest to keep me going until I pop my clogs one day.

The chemo with its horrific side effects and other complications has left me extremely weak, so I have not paid attention to the garden or any other such activities. I am trying to live my life as normally as possible including socializing with friends when I am well enough, but chemo and wine are not friends. I have never, ever known nausea as bad I have had, but luckily have found a dry white wine which has been de-alcoholised and tastes as good as normal wine. Even this wine I cannot tolerate at times. But, I have to keep positive and keep fighting the fight but it has been an extremely hard journey thus far.

In closing, I was told by the doctors in December that this cancer had been brewing for just over three years – which takes us back to 2015, the year XXX (husband left for another woman)  left!!! Not blaming anyone but it makes one think!!

It was a bolt from the blue because this was a healthy positive friend  who I would think was not the type to get cancer but the trouble is that when her husband left her for someone else the shock must have reverberated deeply through her. To this day, I don’t know if the husband is aware of the effect of what he did.

We did a gardening job today and the woman said that we had ‘given her a new lease of life’. She was struggling so much because the garden was in a mess and her husband was unable to perform garden duties because of a bad hip which is now getting better thanks to a french Osteopath in Frome.

I will have a quiet evening this evening

St Johns Church – an unexpected meeting in a garden


The vicar at our local church has been there for 25 years. It is one in the middle of our village, St John’s, and I confess I have never been to a service there. Today Saturday they had a flower festival  with lovely themes; they were also offering a trip up the bell tower from which we could see all over our town containing about 22,000 people. See picture below.


To see some gardens owned by members of the the Wells and District Gardening Club.  The first stop was a lovely natural stone house on a gently sloping country area overlooking the field, secluded and invisible from the road.

You cannot appreciate the detail below unless you magnify it (control and +) but there were at least four or five large bumblebees buzzing around not to mention a number of butterflies. They absolutely love this garden. The Laurel hedge is high and dense and so prevents winds from the East penetrating. There is a micro-climate which brings plants on 3 to 4 weeks ahead of the average garden.

I find a log shed is symbolic of the country way of life, self-sufficiency etc. The lady on the gate was from South Africa and we reminisced about the changing conditions over the time; she left the country for 25 years but returned to be with her family and then returned again. Every time I talk about South Africa I get sentimental. Although the economics and politics are a mess, there is still something about it that I shall always treasure.

We went to a second house with the most amazing climbing roses and my goodness it justified its name. I reckon they were about 25 feet high  and growing on the neighbouring trees.I sat down to rest and started chatting with a lady whose name was Patricia. She was from Bournemouth, a chiropractor, and was practising in the local area. I found myself being drawn to giving her a psychic reading not only about herself but about her practice and some of the clients that were giving her some trouble. She talked about a lady who went round to many types of practitioner but never seemed to benefit. I intuited that she was replaying her childhood traumas but not facing the consequences and as a result no healer, no matter how well-intentioned, could ever get through to her.

During the talk, I did attract a small crowd, well – three people, and we all seem to be on the same wavelength. We talked about life after death, her relationship with her mother who died three years ago The other lady in the small group said that she had lost her husband and really faced the fact although she missed him.

Long live synchronicity.


Summer Solstice – a crowded Glastonbury – vaccines


Just for a change, I wake to a clear blue sky.  It is still cold though. I was listening to a rare attempt on BBC today radio program to present both sides of the vaccine argument. Of course they ended off on a skeptical note, ‘science versus belief’ not mentioning that most of the quoted studies are industry funded. The name Andrew Wakefield came up. He was vilified for daring to associate the NMR vaccine with autism so I decided to look him up again on YouTube and was very struck by his factual and transparent discussion at a recent talk of the whole matter. It is always the same with any hidden agenda matter be it 911, global warming AKA climate change, cures for cancer. It is the official party line plus the mainstream media versus the lone (tin foil nut) campaigner.  If you have time or the inclination have a look at this talk and form your own opinion.


So off we go to Glastonbury, Chalice Well no less. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been but every time we go it is a positive and enjoyable spiritual experience.  We approached at 11 o’clock an hour before the meditation but already there was a stream of people going in and I realised that this was meant to be a packed house. This is normally a peaceful garden and on this occasion I found the crowds a little bit too much. Everyone is dressed for the occasion particularly the ladies who bedecked themselves with flowers, wonderful voluminous costumes and religious artifacts.

an overcrowded event

I met a couple sitting on the slope at the top of the gardens. They seemed friendly enough so I opened a conversation. They had lived on the Somerset levels for 76 years but this was the first time they have ever visited Chalice Well. The man said that his father rented the tor area for grazing his cattle for a period of one year and says it was so strenuous going up and down the hill, rounding them up etc. that one year was enough.

I had another conversation with a lady was doing a massage on her friend. I commented that it is very important for us to look after ourselves and I said that men tended to be a bit disconnected from their emotions. She agreed and said that women were definitely better at supporting each other.

With some friends we went into town  and did our usual route of the organic food shop, sitting on a bench eating sausage rolls and then going to a cafe for the most delicious cakes and coffee.

a hidden away cafe with a good reputation and long queues

We then went to my beloved Goddess centre and in the Red Room listened to the most amazing Indian music which gave me a wonderful boost for my heart. Halfway through the session, a woman came in in some disorientation and decided to lie across two or three of the seats in the central area and sleep. She then woke up, made some notes in a little book, and proceeded to text someone.

I felt that this place was entirely inappropriate for using a mobile phone especially when I consider what I know about the radiations from them. I made a loving and concerned complaint to the management. Whether they did anything I don’t know but I make my point. Next time it happens, I will complain to the management and then speak to the person directly. I have the highest regard for the Goddess centre. I have referred to it before  in these diaries so you can Google it if you want.

a little bit of self indulgence here in what I felt was a sacred room

No doubt about it, Glastonbury is a strange and weird place but it does attract a lot of nice people with whom I can communicate. You need to be a Red Pill person (Ref: The Matrix) or someone seriously into paganism, spirituality and the worship of mother nature. On the way out we passed a lovely bed and breakfast establishment with excellent  flora outside.

Glastonbury Festival opens in a few days and already lorries are going to and fro and all the distinctive yellow signs of the AA are up. Glastonbury becomes a temporary home to over 200,000 people who have to live eat and breathe and perform the normal functions so this is a major operation. We shall see what happens with 5G, whether the protests are a damp squib or whether something happens. If you remember, Glastonbury is going to be used as a guinea pig for 5G. See my companion site.

Whilst I was in Challice Well I did speak to one of the trustees who very bluntly said that this was not interesting to him;  he finds that 5G Sparks discord and did not want to talk about it. I talked to another trustee called Robert Ward and he told me that they had been asked to sign a petition against 5G in Glastonbury. He had unfortunately lost the papers when they came to pickup the signed documents and felt rather bad about it. He explained that they could not really sign as individuals because they were working for charity and someone would have to sign on behalf of the charity in order to be constitutional.

On the way home we stopped in at Aldi and I bought a 4.5 tog duvet for £9.95 for use in the summer. I also bought some shorts for leisure use only. I have a very bad habit of using them for gardening and of course wreck them in the process to the displeasure of my wife.

A lovely evening with the birds singing, the sun shining. I am one week into my alcohol-free regime as recommended by my doctor and I frankly do not miss it at all. Every time I think of having a glass of wine I go to our new water filter and had the most delicious clean water which has no side effects.

Today I quoted for a garden job at £500. The lady said to me that £500 was the sum that she had envisaged so we were rather pleased with each other.

Today I’m starting to prepare for a talk I’m going to give Tuesday week on the topic of 5G. I may publish it in full in this bulletin. I find that once I start, all sorts of ideas and images come into my mind and before I know it, the whole talk has presented itself to me and I just type it out. In other words, it is not a laborious process.

I am reaching the milestone in my diaries. Dostoevsky’s War and peace has 587,287 words. So far, this diary has 542,281 words. In two or three months time I will have equalled the record of this historical monumental volume which pleases me much.  Samuel Pepys was reputed to have written 1 1/4 million words but that took him 10 years.   This is an absolutely formidable achievement especially as you remember that he did not have the benefits of ‘speech to text’ dictation as I have and wrote for the most part in candlelight. Pepys wrote an average of 350 words per day.

A day of doing nothing / everything


To the butchers to buy my regular carnivore fix. Outside I saw an attractive sticker on the window

Well done whoever designed this poster you can actually read the text from a distance and it looks so friendly. I like it that people are asked to bring something of significance

To Kilmersdon to see my repair and sales agent for my garden equipment. I had trouble with my strimmer in that the sort of cord I was using was totally inadequate and wore out after about 5 minute’s use. Mike, the obliging owner of the business, got out some beefy lengths of cord and loaded it up. He demonstrated that the way to get the most life was to only use full power when you have to.

Whatever you say, it takes some time to get used to a new tool – mine is about three months old – and I always thought that if you ran it at half power it would stall but no that is not the case.

I have decided to return a new therapeutic machine which I bought from another company and have bought Diadens PCM 6 Therapy Device. There is no question that energy medicine is the medicine of the future and this was designed in Russia. Russia is streets ahead of us in such medicine and it will be an honour to use this therapy device which has “rates” for different diseases. Everything is frequency. Love is frequency. Hate is also a frequency albeit more noisy. Music also has a frequency.

Unfortunately everything is off tune these days because the unnatural tuning frequency of 440 Hz was adopted during the Nazi regime in order to control prisoners and lowered their consciousness.  It was dubbed “the militarisation of music”.   Then in 1940, the US introduced 440 Hz as the standard frequency when 432 Hz is the realm of order and geometry. Look up ‘Solfeggio’ for more information. Love itself is supposed to be 528 Hz.

To the post office to deposit some money and then popped in to my newfound very local cafe that does wonderful cakes. How am I supposed to resist this? They are all home-made and don’t give me any bad after effects arising from chemicals.We went to see a lady, a potential garden customer,  who was born in Namibia and moved to South Africa. She is 90 years of age and finds it very difficult to walk. She has a mobility scooter and has a strange fixation that there are youths and ne’er-do-wells trying to destroy her garden. The garden itself is actually nothing to speak of, it is rather a wilderness, but she has this fear in her. She’s a difficult client because she said for example “there is no point in spending thousands of pounds on a garden when I’m going to be dead next year”. I sense we are getting a whole load of personal issues being tangled up here.

She was obviously short of money because she said every pound spent on the garden she cannot spend on herself. She lives in a council property so it properly means she is living of the state. It is very difficult to know what to do because a job has a certain value attached depending on the amount of work and at this time of the year we have a lot of pressure on us. I’m not sure how to actually say to people that I can’t help them. The point is there are plenty of gardeners around and if I say that I’m not the right person for them, or that I’m too busy for two months, they probably take the hint.

We had some warmth about midday but this has largely dissipated so it’s back to wearing a jersey and sitting inside. Be grateful for small mercies, I say, even an hour’s sunshine gives some relief,

Decent weather at last, we are living in a police state, spoken English


It was actually not raining this morning so off I went to finish one garden, and then do another one which consists entirely of weeding and keeping an area free of anything at all. There are certain types of weed which are a real test and one of them is Mares Tail. Its roots go down to Australia and once introduced its very difficult to get rid of.   We must have cleared the area ten times but each time more weeds appear. This time it was chickweed. I have no idea why the very elderly woman wants it cleared but she pays as she does then I will do weeding.

I read yesterday in the paper that in America, the police threatened a couple with a gun because their four-year-old child had taken a toy, worth one dollar, from a store. Why such an over-reaction? Cosmetically, the officer concerned was put on a desk job but we know that many more of these events will happen as they do every day in the USA. Because the police have been told to come down in every way they can. The idea is to keep everybody in fear so that they lose the sense of power.

The other item in the paper was a chap who wanted to come back from Istanbul to London by Turkish Airways. He had evidently told them that he had an allergy to nuts and repeated his story when he got on the plane. He was not allowed to fly because they said they had had insufficient notice. He offered not to eat or drink anything but this was not enough and he was exported off playing by police and told he could fly with another Turkish airline that he would have to pay £560 for the privilege.

It is important that tensions be kept to a high level. ‘A terrorist could be lurking behind every door’. It is important for the United States in particular that frightening events happen at regular intervals. By the last count, USA initiated 46 wars since World War II – all based on lies iff you care to do the research. As part of this, We then read that Donald Trump is going to support America in its attack on Iran for, well, just being Iran. Remember what Gen Wesley Clark was told in 2013 by the Government. “We are going to start with Iraq, then Syria, Lebanon, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Iran”. Watch the video again.


Off to Ston Easton  to listen to someone talking about Victorian gardens. His father worked as a junior gardener, otherwise known as a “pot boy” whose job consisted of washing out earthenware pots. He started work at the age of 12 and allowed to leave school which was the rule at that time, somewhat before the start of the First World War. He got paid six shillings a week of which he paid two and sixpence to the head gardener for his apprenticeship. He walked 2 1/2 miles to and from work and started at 6.30 in the morning with a half day on Saturday which means he stopped at 2.30 in the afternoon.

It was lovely to be in this time warp, to listen to someone who lived ate and breathed the Victorian way of life and all that went with it. Also, it was a joy to experience something very rare these days, the English language enunciated as it should be. No beginning each sentence with… So. No ‘sort of’ or ‘like’. I fear in the coming generations we will lose the ability to communicate verbally and I read that already children are more comfortable communicating via text message than in person. George Orwell’s 1984, here we come.

This was the scene as we came out of the talk at about nine o’clock this evening. Blue sky, lovely setting sun albeit a bit cold.

An encounter with the living dead – singing in RUH hospital


See below – my monthly visit to the hospital. But first……

A day when it is actually not raining and I spied the sun in the sky. Off to do some gardening work for the lady who always watches us. We bought  the lawn mower to tidy the grass – I can hardly call it a lawn, and accomplished the slightly tricky problem of balancing myself on a slippery slope to do strimming. A strimmer does save a mountain of time compared with trying to use a mower on a slope or cutting it with shears.  After an hour the rain started to fall so we decided to call it a day and go along to my local church coffee morning

I must say the coffee morning is better attended than many a church service I’ve been to and I always find people who have something to say. The mother of a teacher was saying how he finds that year on year the pupils are getting more violent, really beating each other up, black eyes, bruises etc. I replied that it was no small wonder when they see so much violence on TV and play these dreadful games on their device. I wonder what sort of parents these children will make if they get round to it at all.

The Oresund Bridge

I met another lady who had just come back from Sweden and Denmark. She and her husband had dutifully gone to a local money exchange agent to get a supply of Swedish krona. To her surprise she discovered that in Sweden most shops do not take money at all. They are well on the way towards a cashless society, far more than we are and even more advanced than Finland. So, she more or less brought back all the money she had taken for re-encashment.  There is now a bridge between Sweden and Denmark which replaces the ferry which ran for many years. Evidently the rail had been closed because there was talk of someone with a bomb in Malmo. It turned out this was just a mentally disturbed person who had no bomb.

Reminds me of ‘Mud Man’.

She also told me that while in a hotel in Malmo at about three o’clock in the morning there was a loud bang. This was evidently someone who was refused entry into a nightclub. The police cordoned off the street the situation was contained. It does seem that there is a lot of friction arising from the behaviour of the immigrants. This is part of a deliberate plan to bring a unity of culture to the whole of Europe, removing cultural differences. I believe that in cases of rape the newspapers are not allowed to announce the ethnic origin of the perpetrator. But, said the lady, apart from that….. they had a lovely holiday.

Good old Brits, we always make the best of things.


To the recycle with some spoil from the gardening job on my way to the hospital for my monthly eye check. I drove in the usual way and parked quite close to a 4×4 which was parked slightly out of its bay.   I opened my door very gently and just touched the car– so quietly that you would not even hear it. The wife who was sitting in the front seat acted as if she had been given an electric shock. When I returned, the husband was staring at me and then staring at the car in some sort of hypnotic trance. I felt like engaging with him asking if there was anything the matter but I thought it was just not worth it. You cannot get rationality from these very sad people. I got an impression of complete joylessness from their relationship, if you can call it a relationship. As they did not say anything to me I just drove off and left them to it. There was literally no mark on the car but I possibly disturbed the dirt layer on the door that’s all. A wipe would have removed it.


To the hospital. It was a lady driver of the park and ride bus and she was a pretty nifty driver I must say. I had my usual lunch in the jolly restaurant which is open to everyone by the way. On leaving the restaurant I heard the pleasant sounds of singing and lingered there to make the video which you can see at the top of this diary entry.

I arrived in the waiting room to find the whole place crowded with clients, mostly people over 60 I must say but then wet macular is a disease of the older people. There is also a children’s clinic so at any time lively children are seen to be running around. I wish people would not let their mobile phones ring for three or four times. They are inevitably set at high volume. They stare at the phone for a bit, taking a long time to decide who it’s from, then saying something like ‘hello mate’ so they did know who it was after all.

I recently bought a pair of new glasses. I was very disappointed that my sight had not improved, rather deteriorated somewhat however I had not had an Eylea injection since 7 April 2019 so it was not too bad. I am hoping that a combination of food supplements and a six week abstinence from alcohol which I’m doing at the recommendation of my doctor will improve the situation. The point is that there is an energetic link between the stomach and the eyes so if I can improve one I can improve the other.

Whilst in the bus on the way back home I saw two nannies from Norland College. Even on public transport, they are dressed immaculately including the wearing of white gloves.

I know that graduates are in great demand worldwide. I guess it is not cheap to train there but what an investment!

I’m very pleased because I have recently registered a new site for campaigning aspects of 5G. Things are really livening up locally now and I’ve been invited to attend and speak to 2 local groups. Very exciting. In case you haven’t looked at my site it is 5G  and you can either go to the page on videos which is the best way of getting a quick view of the whole thing or, latest articles

a day with actual sunshine


Today I took advantage of the lack of rain  And I did two gardening jobs. The first one was a hedge. I gave quite a modest quote for it but did not cost the time for picking up all the laurel leaves that I cut. Cutting time was about 15 min and tidying up time was about 30 min. The trouble was that I was competing with wind which undid most of my brushing work. The second job was removing a cactus. Cactus has the ability to jam up any chainsaw  offered up to it because it  consists of very soft wood a bit like wet sawdust. You can use it for about 10 min then you have to clean out the chainsaw.

The first client I went to had a husband who was suffering from Alzheimer’s and had been banned from using garden equipment for the last year. He was taken to a day centre every week day. The second client also had a husband who was suffering from Alzheimer’s. He was in the living room, feet up on a recliner chair, watching TV for hour after hour.  I don’t think most of us can imagine what it’s like to be looking after someone seven days a week 365  days a for let us say say five years. You actually don’t have a life. Your services may be needed at any time. The second lady said that she would love to do the garden but she hasn’t got the time or the energy. You cannot just say for the next two hours my husband has to look after himself because that’s not the way things work. He may suddenly need the toilet for example. I hope I do not go this way and would rather pass away suddenly.

Bangladesh have won their cricket match in Somerset today. Luckily they had sunshine, for tomorrow we have another inundation of rain with storms forecast.

I went to see a new client this afternoon with my working colleague Oliver. She was a diminutive lady but very much all there mentally and I would say an academic. She was born in South Africa and has many memories of that country. She also lived in  Namibia.  She wanted the whole garden done front and back and gave me specific instructions about each plant for which she had the Latin name at the end of her tongue. I will take the job because I think the garden deserves it. I also have a soft spot for anyone with a South African accent. I do miss going there a lot though with my current sensitivity to electromagnetic fields, it is very unlikely that I will be able to sustain the 12 hour journey especially if the plane has Wi-Fi.

I shall no doubt wake tomorrow not with the patter of tiny feet but the incessant patter of rain on the window.

Worrying statistics for us all – Monsanto hit again and serves them right


From time to time, I’m so shocked by statistics that are presented to me in the newspapers that I want to cut out the article but where would I store them. If I did that every time, my rooms would be full of piles of paper.

At first I read that Monsanto had been hammered again with a $1 billion suit for a group of people who exposed themselves to Roundup and consequently suffered from cancer. Beyer must be regretting the day they took over Monsanto.

Anyway, now about more national things. The heading in my paper caught my eye “lack of savings leaves one in four in UK facing severe financial difficulty”.
One in four people in the UK would run out of money in less than a month if they relied solely on their savings to cover their outgoings, research suggests.
Just over a quarter of people surveyed by Yorkshire Building Society said that they would fall into debt within weeks if they suffered an income shocks such as job loss.More shockingly, one in six of those polled admitted to having no savings at all.
Two in five of those earning more than £100,000 a year said that without a job they would not be able to cope financially for longer than three months, compared with 48% of workers at the bottom end of the pay scale earning less than £15,000 a year.
While it can be hard for people to put money away, we mustn’t overlook the social pressures people come under to spend rather than save.
This shows how many people must remain in their jobs because they cannot afford to give the jobs up.

I believe that many people are virtual slaves working on national minimum wage so really giving job statistics about the percentage of people employed doesn’t really mean much.

I also read in the same newspaper in the Department for the blindingly obvious “Being at one with nature for two hours a week boosts health”. Spending at least two hours each week in nature may be a crucial threshold promoting health and well-being according to a study. Researchers found that people who spend 120 min in nature each week are significantly more likely to report good health and higher psychological well-being than those who do not visit nature during an average week. Experts say that taking a walk in the woods, listening to birdsong, looking around and engaging with nature lowers stress and blood pressure.
Last year, NHS Shetland became the first organisation to start prescribing nature walks to patients

I would have thought this is the place least likely to have to propose such a thing since Shetland is one of the most beautiful country places in the UK. When the London Borough of Lambeth in London makes a similar recommendation then I would start to get excited. If people can’t go on country walks then at least they should get an allotment.

The fact that such articles have to be written in tall is a condemnation of us all as we have mostly lost our connection to mother nature.

A new toy


The medicine of the future is undoubtedly energy medicine. The leaders in this field have been and are Russia. I have bought a Scenar device. It relies on pulses of certain frequency which gives the right message to the body to repair itself. The body is an amazing self repairing device but it needs to be given half a chance. You may want to read the website itself. I find it rather Americanised but the information is there and the claims are genuine if you get a look at the testimonials.

The owner of the organisation, Richard, is full of enthusiasm for his products and really cares about spreading the message of natural medicine. Most people who present even a moderate challenge to the pharmaceutical industry are sabotaged in some way. People who promote alternative treatments have to be very careful not to make any claims. This firm had their bank account frozen for no reason and only after 32 text messages and phone calls was the facility restored. Those behind-the-scenes care nothing for human health because it doesn’t make any profit and does not feed the insatiable greed of the corporates.

It behoves us to prepare ourselves for a time when the continuity of electricity and other resources including food itself is not available. It would just take one electromagnetic pulse to wipe out all communications on the planet including satellites and the Internet. We would then be thrown back on our resources. There are many plants growing wild that can be used for food.  It is up to us to reinforce our bond with nature, including thinking about getting supplies of water and of course purifying it. At the present rate of decay there is only a limited amount of time left.

To Wiltshire for some Functional Medicine analysis


For some years I have accumulated bottles of supplements for this that and the other condition, disease, lack, and they were becoming so numerous that I decided to take myself off to a specialist. For various reasons that I won’t go into now, the General Practitioner is not able to make comments due in part to the ethics of the profession and because of the way the doctors are paid in other words they are not free to recommend one substance over another.

I found I was deficient in vitamin C, magnesium, and iodine. These can explain a great number of symptoms that apparently are unrelated. I was recommended a Russian tool called an RITM scanner, designed in Russia, which was intended to give quick relief of the musculature by programming the brain in a certain way though I must say I haven’t got my head around this yet. The Russians are far ahead of us in energy medicine and this was clear when we were given a demonstration of some of the equipment.

It is further clear that we have forgotten the benefits of herbs and plants, for example bilberry for my wet macular condition, tumeric for digestion, vitamin D, good for the winter, hemp oil,  real and not processed salt, unpasteurised apple cider vinegar which was for many years very frequently prescribed. In a lazy way we have allowed ourselves to be taken over by junk food and completely ruled by pharmaceutical companies. It is not in their interests for us to be well. It is in their interests for one hundred percent of people to be hundred percent ill all their lives.

The medical situation in America, and increasingly in this country, is getting more corrupted by the month. We are seeing a vast increase in autism and attention deficit syndrome. The Dr who demonstrated a link between this and vaccines was run out of town by the said pharmaceutical industry. My friend David Noakes who found a way of curing cancer was actually imprisoned. The industry wanted to imprison him for 15 years which as he rightly pointed out was greater than the sentence given to a murderer. Such is the hold of commercial interests. I trust that one day the whole system will come crashing down but I’m not holding my breath.

The whole point about real medicine is that you should look at the cause  of something not the symptoms. Treat the cause and the symptoms will dissipate mysteriously


Another rainy day – a touch of Kahlil Gibran – hedge cutting


Here am I sitting at my desk writing this diary with a hot water bottle on my knee. This continuous rain is getting very tiresome and cold is creeping into me. It does depress the spirit somewhat but also prevents me from doing any gardening work and keeping the coffers topped up.  Our allotment is due to have a barbecue on Saturday. It is hardly barbecue weather but at the moment that forecast is somewhat better over the weekend with lack of rain and wind so we will have to decide what we do.

I was reflecting on my son who is going to get married in the next month or so in India. Due to my problem with electro-sensitivity and various other situations I am not able to attend the wedding. At the last count, there were 325 people coming. They do things big in India but I think the majority of guests regard this as a free meal. The bride certainly does not know the vast majority of them never mind the groom.

I found this quote from The Prophet very useful:

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.   And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


Today I did some voluntary work and went to cut down some laurel hedges in our local church yard – all Saints in Paulton. The hedges had overgrown ludicrously and I think they had never been trimmed since they were planted about 30 years ago. Hard pruning is not for the fainthearted because the result looks bare to say the least but laurel grows fast. The work was easy because laurel wood is very soft and you can cut through branches 3 inches thick with a decent pair of cutters.

On the way back home I went to see a lady who needed some trimming to her hedge. She greeted us with great dignity and showed us around the property and what she wanted done. She says she would have loved it to do it herself but was unable to because her husband had a stroke seven years ago and she has to look after him all the time. I said to her, supportively that it was not just a question of time but of energy and being free from the distraction of for example having to go back to tend to your husband when you are halfway through a job.

It is always difficult to know what to charge. I think I may have discussed this before but my inclination is to say that the normal commercial charge would be so much, are you comfortable with that? If the client is not then we can talk. She was a pleasant enough lady and I hope we can do business.

A delicious piece of ginger cake lands me on planet Earth


Strangely, my diary for today is out of sequence at least in terms of when I write it. I have just spent a week in Cornwall. Cornwall is a different land. I could almost say ancient but certainly spiritual. 95% of the villages and towns were built at a time of the horse and cart. Because the standard of building was so high, much of the stock of the original cottages have remained albeit improved over the last years.

I shall write about this later. We arrived home after an uneventful drive on the superb motorways and A roads. It took us about four hours from Penzance and that was not even hurrying. On returning home, after the usual relief that our property had not been burgled or burned down, we settled down in a type of bubble where time and space didn’t really matter too much and this we did until bedtime on Saturday.

Sunday was about the same. We like to retain the bubble with all its good memories for as long as possible but inevitably it is enervated (make (someone) feel drained of energy or vitality.”enervating heat”).  maybe I should say “degraded’. We did very little on Sunday and watched TV or should I say stared at TV for about an hour. The programme was about the problems of operating on a 10 ton elephant. I caught up with my various necessary correspondences. Francoise went hither and thither in the garden which had by some magic growing by leaps and bounds during our time away.

We compounded the difficulty of the day by my purchase of a so-called cheesecake. I should have been suspicious of the cheap price. It was one of those made to sell and was so full of chemicals that it gave us indigestion for at least six hours after the mid afternoon meal. Fortunately, the bin men arrived this morning so out it went with the garbage

I did not sleep well for two nights in succession and it may be that I’m becoming more and more sensitive to Electromagnetic Fields. I am almost tempted to buy a Faraday cage type tent to put over the bed. I do have a simple Cornet measurer of field strength but I suspect the frequencies are far wider than one instrument can measure. God help us when 5G really get switched on. I love the way that they say ‘there will be a trial Switch on’. Now, they are switching on. Period. Everything switched on for the first time is a trial so the use of that word lulls people into the illusion that this is some experimental thing that may or may not come to pass. It will definitely come to pass.

Today Monday, my friend Graham dropped by to pick up some plants for his sister. We reviewed the 10 days that we had been together. I asked Graham if he had learnt anything particular and he decided there we need to be less judgemental towards groups of people who are enthusiastically taking up the cause even though we think they are misinformed.

I went to the allotment to start preparing for our barbecue this coming Saturday and took away some rubbish to the dump. On the way back I decided to go to Wetherspoon’s for lunch but found it so crowded that I chose an alternative cafe where I had a toasted sandwich, coffee and a piece of ginger cake. I could not believe the quality of the latter. It was a very light cake with generous amounts of Ginger and cream that was not made from pig fat. It takes me about 48 hours to get back to what I naïvely call a normal life. On this occasion, the cake was the catalyst.

Today it is raining. The forecast is 100% rating for the next 12 hours. If however I look out of the window, it is not raining. The problem is that you cannot get 100% accurate forecasting for a very small geographical area. You can see the main trends but you cannot see the micro detail so weather forecasting is a best guess and averaging situation.

Now that I’ve got up today, I shall start on reviewing the week that I had been away or should I say my body has been in a different position. We can never be away from ourselves. I hope for a better nights sleep this evening. Tomorrow there is a meeting of a 5G group to talk more about the disaster. That is down near Exeter so I may very well go along and take some of my leaflets. I have also heard of meetings in Frome and Bristol. Things are definitely hotting up on the 5G front.

The journey back home


It is at this time that I give thanks that we took a holiday in UK. Hysteria against terrorists seems to show no signs of abating. It is after all one way of controlling people. I spoke to a friend who had been on an eight-day tour of the Mediterranean by ship. Every time they got back on the ship after a shore excursion they were checked by security, baggage had to go through a metal detector, all for nothing really because to my knowledge a lot of guns had been smuggled through, and objects such as honey have been detected and erroneously considered to be dangerous material.

It takes a particularly low robotic intelligence to react in this way. I think the event happened in America, the dumb down central of all dumbed down centrals.

All we had to do was to pack a car without possessions, no weight limit,  no extra charges then drive, maybe stop off at a coffee house or something on the way, and arrive home and unpack. Lovely. There were many temptations on the way back in terms of other National Trust properties but we decided that we have had enough. I think you should always stop something when you could do with a little more and not when you are sated.

Due to the proximity of the North Devon Show, We returned via Bodmin and then it’s either motorway or good-quality A Roads all the way home. There were no traffic jams, accidents, unpleasant weather, no rain to speak of, and we were free to reminisce parts of the holiday we like.  There is always a bubble of sorts, referred to elsewhere and while this bubble is maintained its nice to be within it and keep the brain switched off.

We even found that music and news were irritating. I have heard all I ever want to hear about Brexit and politicians promises have a certain sameness about them that become tedious. We did not take a regular paper during our time, and my little radio that I use at night could get no DAB signal so we have to make do with silence and very nice it was.

A birthday boy


So today I am 75 years of age. It is part of our tradition that we can do anything we like within reason on the day of our birth so I decided to have scrambled eggs, salmon of the wild variety, home-made bread and the chance of having champagne though strangely I did not feel in the mood.

We had a quiet morning, reading and chatting, and then thought of going to a restaurant for a meal but unfortunately the restaurants around are very much geared to tourists and have a fare which the average traveller demands. I decided instead to make a meal for my two companions which consisted of roast potatoes, a half chicken for the two carnivores and fish for the vegetarian plus some vegetables for everybody. We had a nice sweet course and then basically snoozed and did some more reading.

I did not “miss” anything. I was quite content within myself to listen to the sea and read interesting books, an activity that I seldom get round to doing when at home due to the sheer number of distractions.

Tomorrow, it is time to return to London. I did ask the renter if we could stay on a few days but this was not possible because someone else had booked in at the last moment.

A trip to National-Trust land – Tregwainton


The National Trust is a vast organisation; I’m not sure if there is an equivalent on such a scale anywhere else in the world.

In the United Kingdom, they own 41 castles, 176 parks and gardens, 775 miles of coastline, 25 medieval barns, 39 pubs and a lot else besides. We went to the above property, near Penzance, which has the benefit of a walled garden, and when I say “wall” I mean about 12 feet high which tends to make a microclimate within it and as a result the plants are more advanced than those on an open land.

I’m just going to include a few pictures so you can get some idea of what it’s like. The restaurant is not owned by the Trust so if you want to go and have a very nice lunch or tea with all the trimmings, set your GPS to TR20 8RZ.

You can tell a lot of love and care has gone into this restaurant. The servers and cook were a happy bunch and I feel the vibration goes into the food and makes it taste better somehow.   National Trust membership must be one of the best value memberships ever. Long may it live and thrive.

St Ives, Cornwall


As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?

If you want the answer go to the bottom of this page.

In the days when nursery rhymes were still read to children, for all I know they still are, this was a famous one.

We were able to get to St Ives easily as a bus from outside the front door of the cottage went straight to the centre of this famous little town.  There are two or three streets that are very popular. They are full of tea and cake emporiums, purveyors of Cornish pasties, a lot of art shops and novelty establishments. The streets are little more than one cars width. In the summer, they are packed to bursting. Out of season, they are fairly busy. If you are subject to claustrophobia, the visit is not recommended.

You can however go out on the cliff area immediately surrounding the town, situated slightly above it (obviously).

We visited the Tate Gallery which I found to be double the size of when I last visited (see the annals of this diary). The light in Cornwall is very special and the design of the new main gallery had taken into account this phenomenon. They also have a new gallery for viewing videos which seems to be a parcel for special exhibitions these days.

This was the view from the topmost level looking out on the sea and yes that is sand that you can see right ahead. There is also a restaurant. It is small and can be noisy but the food is stylishly served and reasonably priced for art galleries. I do understand that everyone needs to make a profit but I don’t think anyone dares charge more than £2.50 for a coffee of whatever ilk. Two or three people can occupy a table and linger over a drink which doesn’t make much for the restaurant.  The restaurant has three sections; one is a separate room and one is an open-air area overlooking the sea and one is the main area by the serving counter.

I cannot say that the welcome was gushing. We had to wait a fair amount of time for our order but it eventually came. I felt the staff were more concerned with being arty then actually serving the customer. See what Trip Advisor reviewers thought.

A pleasant enough day. The bus wended its way home via a holiday village which added about 10 min but I guess they’ve come to a deal somewhere. The weather was decent.





Only one man was going to St.Ives!
He met the following who were going the other way:
A man (1) with 7 wives
7 x 7 (49) sacks
7x7x7 (343) cats
7x7x7x7 (2,401) kits
A Total of 2,801 wives, sacks cats and kits!


A visit to St Michael’s Mount


St Michael’s Mount is a very popular tourist attraction especially with people from overseas. We saw lots of French people, Japanese, Germans, Americans, Canadians, Australians all revelling in the great history of this place. I suppose there is no direct equivalent in these countries. The day was slightly spoiled by noisy French schoolchildren running around not really knowing where they were and what their purpose was. However, there was not a mobile phone to be seen. I should say this is not a user friendly place for the disabled because the path up to the entrance of the castle is very steep and cobbled and you do need to be physically fit.

This is a property owned by the National Trust and I think the entry fee was about £12 for Castle and garden. I say “I think” because I scarcely bothered to look now as we are members of the National Trust. Entry fees are normally £15 these days which is why the annual ticket for membership is such a bargain I think that today about £86 for the two of us. You can cover this in about three visits. You can find the details on the Internet.

The island on which the castle is built is only available at lower tides. Outside these times, there are helpful people who will vary you to and fro for the reasonable price of two pounds a head.The historical paintings included where the family who lives here and have been for hundreds of years was only a marginal interest but what was exciting was to look down on the gardens from the castle.

One thinking you can rely on is that anything organised by the National Trust is well done, reasonably priced, and the volunteers are friendly and helpful. I think they have been well trained .

This is yours truly leaving the island after the incoming tide has engulfed the causeway. NB I saw some people wearing high heels. This is not a good idea.

Back home to a simple supper. Three visitors could easily  spend £800-£1000 on meals over a week if you decided to have breakfast, lunch and tea out. We thought it was much better to do it simply at home and perhaps have one meal out. As it happened, we didn’t even do that because it was so much fun being at home reading, listening to the sound of the sea, and enjoying the lack of electromagnetic fields. No, I tell a lie, we had a couple of lunches out. Graham had a whole rib of beef on one occasion. In general, the food is fresh and well prepared.

A week in Time-Warp land – Cornwall, UK


I decided to take a complete rest including from writing this diary which I’d done on a daily basis for the last couple of years or so. It is a pleasure so to do but I just need a rest from the computer as well. This diary will not be a day by day diary because quite frankly I forget what I did when I did it but I will make sure that most of the essentials are included. I will spread pictures throughout there entries as I feel moved.

We started down from home with two cars, agreeing to maybe stop off at a roadside restaurant for a coffee. However, on the motorway, fate would say otherwise. My friend Graham drives a white car and when you’ve got 20 white cars over a short distance on a motorway it is difficult to tell one from the other. What happened was that we thought he was behind us and he thought the same so fortunately we had Plan B which was to give the other driver  instructions how to get to the destination approximately 200 miles away. As it happened, we did in fact arrive within 10 minutes of each other. That’s why it is good thing to have a Plan B even if you think that nothing could possibly go wrong.

We arrived at little Traverna, a cottage facing  the sea in Marizion,  which sits right opposite St. Michaels Mount, the young sister of the equivalent in France.  The literature warned me that the entrance to the car parking  was narrow and sure enough it proved to be so. I have a Volvo V70 which with its wing mirrors out has a width of 2 m 7 cm. The width of the passage at its narrowest point is guess what 2 m 7 cm.  It was quite nerve wracking driving in because we did not know this to be a fact and after a long journey, to manoeuvre a car with no margin for error is traumatising to say the least. If I’m to get a scratch on my car I would rather do it in different circumstances that these.

passage width 207 cm

After much shouting and gesticulating we reversed the car out again and got someone else to drive the car in. The problem is that when you are in the alleyway you cannot open the doors to get out except by climbing through the back which was packed full with provisions. I received a small insight of what people might feel when stuck in a cave, elevator, car in an accident, or some such thing. We finally parked the faithful Volvo and decided to leave it there for the whole week because a friend who came with us had another car which he decided to park in a nearby street  (well, 10 minutes away up a hill) and also I wasn’t going to go through the trauma of that more times than absolutely necessary. It would be madness to do it at night.

Fortune was on our side.  As it happened there was a very good bus service from outside the door to St Ives which is on the north coast and Penzance which is on the south coast 3 miles away. Because we are incredibly old, pensioners no less, all the local buses are accessed by our  free pass. If I had really wanted to I could have taken a bus from where I live in Somerset right down to the tip of Cornwall but I suspect it would have taken us more than a day. If I have nothing to do one day I will figure out if it is possible to do it. I suspect it will have to be a Saturday because only then are the bus passes are available at any time.

We had bought a lot of food with us because it is self catering. I had not done self catering for many years. The big advantage is that you don’t have to leave food at home to go bad. You just take it with you and then on the return journey you do the same. Mercifully, there is a huge branch of Sainsbury’s nearby, about a mile away, so you’re not going to be short of anything.  Graham, myself and Francoise are all keen readers so we made a very good trio. We went for a brief walk on the first evening. I can’t remember if we had a bottle of wine but I don’t think so.

So we achieved the first aim of visit which was to arrive safe and sound without any traffic jams to speak of. Our double room was comfortable enough. The kitchen and living room were upstairs and the bedrooms were downstairs. The door key was stored in a coded box which means that every time you leave you put the key in the box so with any luck no one can get locked out. The front windows of  the living room looked out directly on the English channel via a patio and the sound of the waves could be clearly heard. After a time, the sound become soporific and I realised that I was actually starting to relax. Can my left brained personality accept this challenge? We shall see.

/to be continued…..