The light, when I woke at 6.42 this morning was beautiful, like the sun was shining through a jar of honey. Like Mole in Wind in the Willows, I felt the need to get up and frolic.
Sudden and magnificent, the sun’s broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them.
Of course, it soon passed. It’s quite ordinary now and I am wishing I had tried to catch it on camera. It’s quite an optimistic way to start the day after an election.
Don’t worry, my temporary interest in politics doesn’t extend to writing about it more than twice in two days, so it will soon be back to normal on the blog.
You have to sympathise with Kier Starmer. He came to power with a lot of expectations building up behind him, and then found himself in the real world, the one where things cost money, people don’t always do the right thing and foreign countries (no matter what they say) are not your friend.
Suddenly he’s giving money to strikers when schools need more funding and he’s having to buy missiles instead of hospital beds. And then he took the winter fuel payment off pensioners.
So he’s a typical spineless Labour politician to the Tories, he’s a disappointment to the voters who relied on him to produce Utopia like a rabbit from a hat and, uniting everyone against him, he’s Scrooge.
Add that to the fact that some of his MPs have already been revealed to have the morals of Conservatives and that sitting governments always do badly in council elections (it’s just a tradition like the Ceremony of the Keys – entrenched in British life but not really important – I’m fairly sure that the important bit of Tower security is the Setting of the Alarm – we don’t want Thomas Blood trying again, do we?).
I thought about doing a Guy Fawkes reference here, but decided that would be a little tasteless with so much of the world already being blown up.




Ah, Simon. Wise words as well as a beautiful start to your day. I love the Bakewell pictures; a favourite place of ours.
That’s one thing I do miss about moving down here – no more Peak District on the doorstep. 🙂
Yes! Having the Fens on your doorstep is not quite the same 🙂
🙂 I will have to reset my aesthetic perspective.
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Good old mole
There is always beauty around, no matter what is happening in politics
Definitely. And the books of childhood (by which I mean, Wind in the Willows and Narnia) are a great comfort. Buggles is less comforting . . .
I do not think I am familiar with that name
That would be partly on account of me mis-spelling Biggles, and partly because the daring, and vaguely racist, aeronaut failed to make much international impact.
So many of our old stories had some racist characters. I choose not to throw all of them out, as they reflected the times.
But you’re correct that I have not heard of Biggles over here across the pond so I looked him up . Holey moley, my husband is crazy over time travel and I think he will get a kick out of this. Did they make movies also ?
They made one film. It involved time travel and was quite fun to watch but, as all the purists moaned, was nothing like the Biggles books. If your husband likes time travel films he may find it enjoyable, but the books will be a big disappointment. It is fiction for juvenile boys and is probably dreadful when viewed through modern eyes.
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Hope for the best and keep living life as best you can. We’ll see how the summer drought season plays out here this year. Not enough snowpack in the mountains and insufficient rain going into late spring.
Good luck with that, it sounds like a difficult thing to manage. Snow doesn’t really feature for us.
We have our own fun with elections coming up in November. Keep your fingers crossed, Quercus. For us it really does matter who’s in charge. Not as far as Utopias go, but as far as starting unnecessary wars and jacking up the price of fuel and… Well, I am sure you get the point.
Definitely. Good luck with it.