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.

A fairly normal day walking along a canal


To Dundas Wharf and Aqueduct, along the Kennet and Avon Canal. A lovely afternoon if a little breezy. Miscellaneous views taken on a two-hour walk.

Valley contains the canal, a river, a railway. Victorian ingenuity.
A narrow boat spot with a garden area attached.
This must be one of the longest boats – 70 feet.
A mum and her chicks
Good weather is the time for cleaning and repairing the boat.


Warleigh Weir, ideal for swimming and for family picnics.
A caring notice by the Canal and River Trust

Definitely does me good to have a day off from gloom and doom. I noticed there were not so many paranoid people along the canal path – rather still too many cyclists who had no bell and who drove too fast for my liking. You have to have your wits about you on sunny days.


Putting it out there (cast your bread upon the waters)


Today was a big day. Yesterday I did my second Zoom meeting. we had about eight people, not huge by any standards, but the quality was there. I’m developing a protocol for such meetings in that I do close the door about 10 min after the start of the meeting so we can get used to each other’s fleeting presences without interruption.  I also get everyone to introduce themselves, briefly, without giving life histories. I find that some people have a topic they want to rant about and this is irritating to others. The advantage of having sight of people is that you can tell from the body language without getting bored.

The theme normally looks after itself. The thing today was “peace of mind” and we had a number of very good ideas which I don’t think people would have necessarily thought up on their own at least in the timeframe given. It is necessary to judge when the meeting is running out of steam, normally when most people could do with a little bit more. Our meeting was one hour 15 min which I think was about right. At the end of the meeting I asked people to post notes to each other if they want to remain in contact. After the end of the meeting I write up the substance and send it to everyone so they can add to the meeting and I then collate the whole thing and put it as a record on the zoom website.

After doing that I then sent a note to all 600 members of those on my 5G list inviting them to join. I never expect a high rate of response because people have so much on their minds but I got a lovely lady from California and I will add her message verbatim.

Hello! I am interested in joining any discussions that you may have that involve supporting one another and helping people sort out their thoughts and move forward together. I am electronically sensitive and utilize other abilities to detect things happening around us that many people do not see or sense. I am a Bay Area native and grew up on a ranch in Sunol, CA. I am currently growing my social media presence on Tiktok and other apps as a way to inform people about the dangers of 5g and the importance of growing your own produce. I currently live in the Delta area in California where there are a lot of local farms and I am also looking to possibly lease some land and start growing more wild produce that we used to eat a long time ago. Wild fruits and vegetables and what we used to eat and (they) have stripped our current produce of many of the life sustaining ingredients they have. I could go on and on, Can I please participate in your discussions? Thank you!

What a delightful person. I shall make a guest of honour at our meeting next Wednesday.

As I look at the stats, out of 582 mails sent we’ve had 168 unique views and 301 total views. This means that people have done more than glance at the homepage.  I use  as kicked me out for using the site for telling people about 5G. As soon as you mention a possible link between 5G and the virus the AI bots pick you up and out you go.  I wonder why.  Anyway, Madmimi has a neat twist to it, any e-mail not opened triggers a resend this time with a different title.

To the allotments to water. Someone joked that if you water it will surely rain that night so we shall see. Whatever, the plants need it.

flowers, fleurs, flores, fiore, blume, blomst


I LOVE spring. I love the rapid growth that occurs. Grass is lush. Young tree branches shoot up whilst you watch, and as for runner beans….. they cant wait to grow. Off to do two gardening jobs. Instant switch off from COVID, 5G, the state of the world. The day started cold and cloudy but at about 10.30 he sun came out and the day heated up.  So much for the BBC forecast.

Another two ideas come bouncing into the world


I get the feeling that I need to give a public talk about the coronavirus though I don’t think that the public will thank me much for what Iwil tell them which is that the beloved BBC so trusted of old has been conniving with the government and with the corporates to interfere in our lives to a degree that 20 or even 10 years ago would have seemed unthinkable. I do enjoy standing up against the prevailing tide because I think people need to see both sides of the problem. I know that I will not win any popularity contests.

I need to learn about the difference between viruses, germs, microbes, fungi, and bacteria I need to know the value of each and who are the bad guys. My talk will be based on references to quotations by scientists skilled in the field. I will get one or two angry people in the audience that will try and trick me by questions so if I haven’t done research on something I will simply tell them that I don’t know or refer them to the Internet.

The sole purpose of the public meeting that I will have when the lockdown finishes, if and when it finishes, is to encourage people to do their own research. Absolutely nothing is being done by local politicians, the local council or the church so someone needs to do something to stop people reacting to my approach in the street as if I got leprosy.

The contagion of this particular virus peaked in March as it did in most other countries but people are still acting as if it was living and active. Most people who are going to get the virus have already got it – most without symptoms. The death rate is about 0.1%. The overall mortality rate is about the same as last year but better than the year before which had a major flu outbreak.

Meanwhile, I saw a video where young children were being reintroduced to school and were made to  stand 2 m apart. There is no shred of scientific evidence for this in fact the opposite is preferable because protection is learn from experiencing a whole stream of other viruses of which there are believe it or not 380 trillion in the body.  I saw a talk about the downside of wearing a mask saying that it increased the distance between a child and its mother because the child could not read the face of its mother.

The mask decreases the flow of oxygen to the lungs of the wearer which is bad for health.  Anyway I am not going to write my lecture now as I seem to be doing.   however, it is quite clear that this lockdown mentality was planned long time ago because you can’t lockdown 60 or so countries in a coordinated fashion without a lot of planning beforehand and I consider this event to be a world changing situation – for the worse.

My new website, is a challenge for people to come out of their holes and actually have dialogue and interaction with others. I had lots of curiosity visits yesterday but not many today. However, bearing in mind that this is only its third day of operation I suppose that is not too bad. I remember that when I started the 5G site the same thing happened. There are so many demands on people’s attention and everyone is frazzled all frightened up to the hilt, wondering if their job is going to be there if and when they return.

At lunchtime on a whim I rang our new vicar at Paulton, Adam Pitts, and commiserated with him because I know he’s a man of many ideas. He wants to get cracking on a virtual service on Sunday and will be testing it, as many have done before in this steep learning curve of Zoom.

Off to the allotment to  water my plants, things grow so fast at this time of year. The allotment has a lovely fresh feel to it and a lot of people have put much effort into it. I’m very happy to preside.  I mowed the lawns front and back, finished off with a strimmer, you know the fiddly bits around trees and so on.

A quiet but exciting day


Yesterday at about 1:45 PM I got the idea of creating a website to support people who were fighting various good causes. I was thinking particularly of 5G and Corona – exposing the disgusting corruption that is going on behind-the-scenes. I recall that when I started the 5G website, I think it was on a Friday, the whole thing rolled out over the weekend and by Tuesday lunchtime I had achieved the impossible and got a website, populated it, and got someone to design a leaflet who happened to live in India, got the artwork back, sent it off on Monday afternoon and got the leaflet by about 2 PM on the Tuesday.

It is in my view of vital importance to jump into action when you get an idea that just pops into your head from nowhere. I spoke to my old friend and service provider Pascal and I decided to register the name    It was registered about 5:30pm, I chose a WordPress template and got on with populating it – setting out the pages and so forth and testing it. This afternoon, Saturday, I ran over the details to make sure everything was working and hey presto it is now propagated and out there. When you act immediately to an idea it means that everything in the universe is lined up to ensure success. If you delay it will probably not succeed.

This morning we had a men’s meeting by zoom. We were discussing various things and one of the participants said he’d had a really bad week because he was losing confidence in the government due to their loosening up of the stay at home policy and this made him feel insecure. He lamented the fact that he could not hug his grandchildren and they had to stand six-foot apart.  I chimed in and said that the people who were advising the government was in the pay of Bill Gates who is both a eugenicist and a vaccine enthusiast so the science that Boris speaks about is not the best but skewed towards frightening the population into getting vaccinated. I said I’d be quite happy to go and hug everyone because I have an immune system, like the vast majority of people, that protects me from such things.

The lamenting participant turned on me and to put a polite interpretation on it disagreed fundamentally with what I said. He told me that he’d worked in the ambulance service and saw people going to hospital and not come out. I realise that he didn’t have any idea what was going on. Once you are full of fear, you can’t think.  This was an animal reaction.

Today I spent a lot of time reading, this time the book by Frank Furedi about the presence of fear in the population and the effect on voting habits. I also ate some bread. I realise what an enormous difference to the quality of the flour makes. I know the good flower is expensive but I find that one slice of bread is equivalent to two or three slices of what I call bouncy bread with lots of chemicals and no substance.

An early surprise. Jack Frost visits.


I had an interesting morning when I was deselected from being a member of a local garden group. This is a “first” for me and something of an inevitability since I never really felt we were accepted by the group, I mean Françoise and myself. Some time ago I had written a round robin to all my contacts, that means a letter to everybody as a public service, on the topic of COVID , telling people it was a one-off. More recently I wrote a letter to the members of the group telling them about a lovely walk I had been on and would they like to try for themselves. The letter said that after “group discussion” I would not be invited to any further events. The problem is that if one member of the group gets a bee in his bonnet or her bonnet and decides that I’m not conducive to the public good shall we say then it is very easy to bully your way and demand that something happens.

I get a sense of relief from not being a part of the group because every time went along I was faking it to some extent anyway and ignoring the fact that people did not take us to their bosom so to speak. Fortunately, I have enough on my mind so I just write this off to experience and wish them the best of luck. I have written a letter of reply to the secretary but will leave it before posting it which in my long experience results in a more modified version going out of the door.

Yesterday, I had my first Zoom meeting. We had eight participants which from an initial list of 16 was not too bad bearing in mind those who forgot, those who lost interest and so on. We had a happy and productive time together. I’m struck by how many people are really missing the fellowship of others on the same wavelength (the topic was 5G and COVID) and there was a real emotional relief – and release – during the conversations. I’m now looking into more aspects of zoom which is as we say ‘a clever piece of kit’. It is free only at the lower end. I must buy a subscription because after the first couple of sessions you get cut off after 40 minutes so I must pay a reasonable sum per month – which I don’t mind at all. However, fair is fair, I shall ask participants to support me with a monthly contribution even if it’s only one pound or two pounds a month.

This morning I went down to the allotment to see the effect of the recent frosts. Our potatoes had gone and I was very glad we haven’t yet planted the runner beans. We are early in May so there’s plenty of season left.

damaged potatoes, but we will leave them to grow

To lunch at Hartley’s Kitchen. You have to order food in advance. I ordered at 11.30am for 2pm and we had a hot chicken pie with cranberry sauce for me, and a fish pie for Francoise followed by sweets. The benches outside the restaurant count as takeaways.

In an adjacent out-building to the restaurant there is a young and very enthusiastic Israeli called Adz or Az. He is not fazed by the economic downturn and told us about his business plan going from wholesale to resale for selling cakes and pastries. I cannot comment about how delicious the products are but we were privileged to be in his optimistic, fearless presence. I bought two cakes just to encourage him and also of course because I like cakes in their own right.  People say that fear has a smell and going around among the general public I think they are right.

He is a very brave visionary because apart from a few outlets, the kitchen, and auctioneers, a health Gym, it’s very much in the middle of the country but over the course of a normal week, I don’t mean the new normal, a lot of people do visit so he might succeed. The public also visit the Rocky Mountain Centre which is about a mile away so every little bit helps.

Well, not quite the middle of nowhere but pretty close. The arrow refers.

Will life ever return to normal? + a visit to my hospital


I took a little bit of a break yesterday hence no diary.

It seems our beloved UK Prime Minister, Boris, is not giving anything away about a time or even if a lockdown will finish. One thing that is quite clear from the three-day virtual conference I attended over the weekend was that he is surrounded by people bought and paid for by Bill Gates who is a eugenicist and vaccine enthusiast. It is vital to see that this is a tool of fear, the coronavirus, which is a normal flulike virus, is being used as the excuse.  I’m already preparing myself to say no to a vaccine will be hastily rushed out. NB He is actually saying that football games can only take place if people are vaccinated. This is so clumsy. A vaccine is months if not years away and people will just not have it. They will rebel.

So, I had a 4:30 PM appointment with the eye Department of the Royal United Hospital in Bath.  I drove into virtually empty park-and-ride at Odd Down. There were about 20 cars there in total normally about 200. I took a Number 4 bus, resplendent in its new blue livery which went straight to the RUH. I was the only person upstairs and there was the lady downstairs at the back somewhere.  I arrived to find the hospital virtually deserted. There was a service of sorts at the cafeteria on the ground floor.

They obviously take this social distancing thing seriously. The corridors were out, put it empty which is not surprising since visitors are banned in most of the wards were empty or near empty.

The lively cafeteria on the ground floor was reserved for staff. I had my normal peroration viewing all the delightful photographs and paintings on the corridor walls.

Elderly man giving directions – the road to Villavieja, Columbia
Pair of Bateleurs

In the waiting room of the Eye Department, they have stripped away the chairs and were putting sticky tape on the floor, goodness knows why. I went to my appointed place and waited for my injection. We were placed in separate cubicles away from other people. I was given a mask which I reluctantly put on. The nurse and the administering Doctor noticed that I had a bloodshot eye and quickly summoned a specialist doctor who pronounced that no infection or damage had happened and the condition will naturally heal. He said things often look worse than they are even if one blood vessel has broken. The consultation lasted about 1 min but I received the knowledge that I need to help make myself comfortable.

This evening, we had a Christian men’s group meeting by Zoom. It takes a bit of getting used to but is largely intuitive. I like the screen share when you can show anything including a whiteboard where you control things and everyone can see it. The meeting lasted for an hour. Time flew because everyone was so keen to give their testimony so we did have a lot to share. We ended the time with prayer and I felt invigorated.

All in all, a good day.

I should not be shocked any more but I read that Bill Gates has offered a bribe of $10 million to Nigeria if they would agree to compulsorily vaccinating all the inhabitants. There was immediate protest from the opposition party. Oh that we could have such an opposition in the Labour Party but they seem to be being muted. By what? Cowardice.

Yet another day in paradise


So, it being a lovely warm day, we could not resist visiting the place we went to yesterday, a valley apparently forgotten by civilization or more cynically possibly too difficult to commercialize. This time we approached from the top parking on the A39 . Here is a map to show you the starting and parking points should you be interested. The upper one is on the main road at the junction with the yellow track. Go through the signed gate and walk down the side of the field. After about 150m you will see a five bar gate which is the entrance to the walk.

As good a place to start as any is at the very bottom of the map about 3 cm from the left side you will see a square. By that, there is a ramblers gate which you go through and off you go. You can park opposite on the main road.

I think it’s a very good place to have a picnic. Now I’m recommending this because this is a unique time of year, when both the bluebells and garlic is out. Even with this social distancing you will only pass people occasionally so you can avoid others if you want. Allow at least two hours for the walk and that will not be enough to traverse the whole valley. I would take suitable walking shoes.

We met a delightful Muslim men and invited him, forgetting it was Ramadan, to eat some garlic leaves. He said he could not during the day but he was full of the joys of spring and praise God for the wonderful views of the environment. How nice is nature without the interference of man.

The main part of this diary is showing you some images which I took on the way with brief comments. No question – instant refreshment in these potentially troubling times

Boots recommended in wet weather – it is not a plain path all the way
I love seeing trees lie where they fall
garlic anybody?
I wonder what the landscape was like to justify such a bridge when it seems to be in an impassable area. Maybe earlier slate works.
these branches have divided themselves in old age
difficult to see what this was, perhaps a refuge against the weather



more wonderful nature at its best –

Strawberry roulade

I went to my favourite eating establishment, Hartley’s Kitchen‘  which is in the middle of nowhere but surprisingly busy. Paul, the owner, takes great delight in serving the public and as a result has a local following second to none.  As we arrived, he was off to do a delivery to someone who could not come to the restaurant. You may ask, in these days of lockdown, how the restaurant is open. The answer is that he is using the allowed takeaway  facility, closing the restaurant itself but allowing people to take food away or as in our case sitting outside and eating. We had the best fish and chips I’ve had for a long time, good quality fish and thin batter. I had bread pudding with orange and custard and Francoise had a roulade.

I don’t think we should underestimate the damage caused by this dreadful propaganda that everyone is infectious and should keep 2 m away from each other.. As I said before, the virus has come and gone and we are seeing a residual effect in a few corners. The way people are behaving you’d think we all had the bubonic plague. I notice that people are more nervous now about speaking, making eye contact, that when I walk along they get out of the way in exaggerated fashion. I think fear is something you can almost smell. I try to tell people that the worst was over and that herd immunity had taken hold of the vast majority but I might as well have saved my breath.

One of the waitresses at Paul’s is from South Africa; she had the most strange accent which I would not have identified as South African. This time I queried further and she said she was from Bloemfontein which is somewhat of the West of Lesotho. I asked when she had last gone back and she said last autumn and she had hoped to go to her mother’s birthday in June but since that is not possible she wanted to go as soon as possible.

or partners in crime depending on your point of view.

We went to a place called South Horrington which is about 2 miles north of Wells Cathedral in our quest for nice walking places and we were not disappointed.  The valley is to the West of the B3139.  Here follows another installment of my “discovering the country” series of walks which we are taking full advantage of to mitigate the dreadfulness of the mind rape that the government is doing at the moment.

is this a kiln or a smelter?
an insect hotel Deluxe
glorious garlic, a dried up stream
such a fairytale path
verdancy and variety
a reconstituted rotted trunk very much like the pages of the book
ferns growing on a fallen tree
lovely spring flowers
a ‘mossified’ tree stump

To the minor injuries clinic in Paulton which to my surprise was closed. The very apologetic nurse said she did not know when it would open again. She was beside herself with fear.  Off to the high street to talk to a very understanding and trauma free assistant about some pressure in my right eye accompanied by some bloodshot blood vessels. Optrex have produced something called “bloodshot eye drops” which sounds about right so I got some sort of service. Admittedly 6 PM on a Friday afternoon is not the best time to seek help from the National Health Service.

Unspoiled and ancient woodland


I became really frustrated with trying to sign up for Zoom as a host. I was going round and round in circles, nothing worked, so I decided to leave and come back again at some future time. Sometimes things resolve themselves when you leave them alone. We decided to go for a walk.

A lovely meadow with a clear blue sky and absolutely no sign of human habitation or interference. We discovered a valley where there have been very little ‘managing’ and where trees were left where they fell so we have a nice photo gallery to follow. Use Ctrl, and + to enlarge the images.

a foxhole, foreground, with a fallen tree and garlic

is that a horse’s head or a crocodile perhaps?


blue skies after a down day


Very strange that a low mood like I had yesterday was followed by great optimism and enthusiasm today. I went along to a local farm to buy some seven foot bamboo canes for my runner beans, and some compost for Françoise to do her various planting and seeding activities. We are fans of fresh garlic. For this window of two or three weeks in the year, roadsides are absolutely full to bursting with wonderful strong (smelling) garlic. This morning, she picked some and is intending to freeze a proportion.

this is what you make pesto out of. It has to be mixed with oil, pepper, salt, lemon and is delicious on brown bread or any bread come to that. You add Parmesan and walnut or pine nuts or hazelnuts

Today I had the idea of having meetings by Zoom for people in my interest groups, 5G, corona virus etc. because studying certain subjects on your own is a lonely thing and you can quite easily go a little bit loopy without realising it. It’s also a good idea to exchange ideas with people who are on the same wavelength. It’s funny that ideas come when they are ready to be developed. My impression is that it will be a slow start but will build momentum as time goes on.

This afternoon we went for a walk in a local wood.

It is very near high Littleton which is about 10 min drive from where we are. The Woodland Trust certainly know how to keep their properties in good order and it was an absolute delight to walk around and see the dappled sunlight shining through the trees. This is a popular place for runners. We noted that people wanted to keep themselves to themselves and did not engage in any conversation with us. As usual, the boost given by being in unspoiled nature is immediate and profound.

A flat day but a lovely sunset


Well people I can say that today has been flat. I have done an amazing amount of entries on the Corona section of my 5G site. If you have not looked at it before, you might find it interesting.   I watched a video of a woman who had been jailed for five years, and she is a very senior epidemiologist, because she questioned the figures that were in her opinion erroneously produced to support the validity of a particular vaccine.

The world is being run by such a bunch of evil people. Prayer may be the answer, certainly to your state of mind, but I think that unless a lot of people pray together, were not going to have much gravitational effect.

Last night I did have a prayer meeting via Zoom with about six other men from our local men’s group. It went very well, there was a lot of banter and fellowship and really just the thing we need to keep our spirits up. I realise that we could turn the situation to our benefit because new people might be willing to take part in a virtual meeting as a prelude to having the courage to come forward and meet others in the flesh to speak.

It would make an enormous difference to me if I felt that even if the government were failing, they were doing their best for us but it is clear that their ears are closed. It’s a type of insult and truly frightening if you think what they can do, what they are doing,  and what they intend to do.

A day of virtual church services


Today’s word – calamity

I attended a very simple virtual communion service from somewhere in Shropshire. It was quite skillfully done; people are getting better and better at using Zoom; needs must as we say. I must say I do miss going to church and I hope this wretched farce will soon come to an end. Amazing isn’t it – an invisible virus that has not yet been identified which causes us all to be so afraid of each other we don’t want to go within 2 m.

There is a website run by the Church of England but I found it very difficult to operate and actually find churches that were streaming. I nearly gave up in frustration finally found one so come on, C of E, you can do better than that

I do look to other people as an example of behaviour. One of the  most unlikely candidates is an eternally young looking person who is featured in the programme ‘Hollywood medium’.  He is called Tyler Henry. I love his boyish enthusiasm for his clients, most of them who are known stars in Hollywood. He has a natural gift and I admire his sense of gratefulness that they are willing to see him. He has a most curious habit of scribbling on a piece of paper to get tuned in, a bit like I do with the pendulum but he seems to be accurate time after time.

The other person I like is Dr Pimple Popper. She clearly loves her work and greets every person enthusiastically and positively. She sums people very quickly when she enters the consulting room and always tries to put them at their ease especially when they have long-standing and embarrassing problems. She is fortunate enough to work in association with her husband who is there to give good advice and does not seem to mind that she is in the spotlight more than he. If she is uncertain how to treat a patient she will never give them a promise that she cannot fulfil but rather consult a colleague and invariably the total response is satisfactory for patient.


Calamity Jane

Calamity  Today’s word is almost onomatopoeic. I realised how little I have used this word, I don’t think I’ve said anything is calamitous. I have tended to use disastrous, or even more colourful language do I say. Calamity is a serious accident or bad event causing damage and suffering. For example a series of calamities ruined them – floods, a failed harvest, and the death of a son. Calamity seems to imply something over which I cannot control. So, you cannot have a calamitous mind although you could be a calamity. I remember the film ‘Calamity Jane’.

I could describe the present world situation as calamitous, the combination of a rainy spring, lockdown or should we say lock-up, the complete programming of the public , the breaking up of the world economy.

A day of encouragement – useful stats


Today I rose early, at about five o’clock, and had a sneaky look at the computer to see what overnight communications had arrived. I looked at my viewing figures for my 5G site. Having a good stats program is very helpful because you can see among other things what your readership is actually looking at in terms of popularity of pages, origin of visitors and time on the site. Without this you are functioning blind and for all you know could be producing a very inefficient site without being aware of it. There are many clients out there but I use which is free for low levels of use. All you do is put a given code at the bottom of each page of your website and the program does the rest.

Anyway, today I started my regime of relaxing the little bit. I popped along to the allotment this morning; there were seven or eight people busily working away. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and I cannot overstate the therapeutic value of being at one with nature. Anyway after doing some work and having lunch I switched off my computer at 2 PM. Normally, it’s on from early morning until 10 of 11 PM, far too long I agree. during the afternoon I engaged myself elsewhere by being in the garden, reading etc. I then switched to computer on again at 6 PM and continued work of which this story is part.

There is a phrase in the Bible saying “cast your bread upon the waters and it will return”. I sent out a newsletter today and got some lovely replies from people who really cared about the subject matter, in this case Corona and all the nonsense surrounding it. Here are two replies:

Thanks very much Brian. 
You’ve provided so many very important links on this subject, both at the bottom of this email and on your website linked to.
Really really useful.
You are doing a great job!
All best wishes,
I want to stay on your subscription Brian………you are my sanity……
Blessings to you
Good work
It is nice to receive thanks, or should I say encouraging. I do all my research and publication work for nothing. I think that’s the way it should be but the human side does warm to appreciation.   I do a lot of work for people including correspondence and don’t get a thanks for it but it is made up for by the brief letters, heartfelt I would say, cited above.
It’s getting a bit late now for creative work; tomorrow I’m going to be writing about role models and their importance.