Trying to be Positive – Covid19 Lockup

“All our wisdom is stored in the trees.” ― Santosh Kalwar

If anyone has read my last few posts (links on the menu on the lower right) you will know that I have become very disillusioned with our world and the lack of people thinking critically about Covid-19. This excellent interview with Professor Sucharit Bhakdi sums up where we are now.

But in a rare spurt of positivity during Covid-19 ‘lockdown’ as it is euphemistically known I decided that I should do something to celebrate how lucky we are to live through this ‘house arrest’ in such a beautiful environment. To this end I thought I should take a photo that represented our current situation. Liz even modelled her bum for you (probably a first and last for this blog).

Liz has broken through the digital surveillance and is escaping the ‘new normal’!

We went to talk to the ancient oak trees that are at the top of our field behind the house. Liz walks up here most mornings to have a conversation with them. Possibly to tell them what a ‘stupid twat’ I am and probably because they are much more likely to give a sensible reply than your average human being at present.

“Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”― Herman Hesse

Walking back down I still can’t believe how lucky we are to live here in these current times. Indeed I can’t believe how lucky I am to have known Liz for nearly fifty years and how she is still my best friend.

Trees are magical in so many ways and a week or two ago our ancient wood was resplendent with bluebells as you can see below.

The rest of the valley where we live is a very special place. I can’t imagine the day we have to leave here because we have become too old, as one day we will if something else doesn’t get us before then.

Walking back down our field in this time of ‘house arrest’.

A year or two after we moved here we decided to plant several more acres of trees. You can read about that and see some photos in an early blog post here. Since then Ash ‘die back disease’ has killed many of the Ash trees we planted. Most of the others are doing alright and we fill in gaps and carry out some maintenance where we can. But overall a new wood is starting to emerge that will become home for wildlife and perhaps another human will come and talk to those trees when they are old and wise. Even the bluebells are slowly starting to naturally spread here. Perhaps the trees will tell them of the stupidity of humans in 2020.

Our woodland planting in 2020

Meanwhile down on the river Cothi which runs very close to our house the trees were a delight in their new spring green colours. This is a favourite picnic spoke sat on a rocky island that appears when the river is low. Just us watching the ‘pond skaters’ skating across the surface.

So that was Monday the 18th May 2020 when I decided to tell the handful of people in the world who might read this (in the midst of a man made disaster that will kill millions around the world, crash the world economy and herald in the ‘new normal’ of state surveillance, traumatised school children and enforced vaccination) that there is a chink where the light can can get in – but you will need to listen to the wisdom of trees to understand how to let it in.


It is Just a Telephone and it is not Smart

Once again I’m in the wrong century. On the odd occasion that I do stray into the real world I’ll see people constantly walking along talking to or looking at their mobile phones. On other occasions when I go to a restaurant it’s not unusual to see four people sit down together get out their phones and start texting or doing whatever they do with them. How  fecking stupid is that?


The only ‘smart’ thing about a phone is the company that sold someone an expensive contract to keep the money rolling in whilst they trade drivel with their ‘friends’.

For the record I do have a mobile phone for emergencies and the odd call. It’s about 10 years old on a PAYG contract and the quarterly bill is sometimes around 3 pence.

Don’t even get me started on the morons who go to hear live music and spend the whole concert pointing their phones at the stage. Dickheads the lot of them.

Phone Feckwits the Lot of Them
Feckwits the Lot of Them

My Sort of Place
My Sort of Place!

I don’t normally add addenda to blog posts but I just (23rd August 2013) read the following UK statistics, which confirms to your writer that there really is no hope for the human race – a complete species of feckwits. The only real glimmer of hope is the thought that the radiation may fry their gonads before they can breed.

The average British child gets their first mobile phone aged almost 12, but nearly one in ten (9%) have one by the age of five.

Parents spend an average £246 on their own handsets, compared to £125 on their children’s but one in ten children under 16 (11%) have mobiles worth more than their parents.

More than four in ten parents (42%) don’t monitor their children’s mobile spend and just a quarter (25%) cap their kids’ contracts.

Children spend an average £11 per month on mobile bills less than parents who spend £19 but more than one in ten (11%) spend more than their parents.