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Cynicism Sets In

Arnot Hill Park, Arnold, Nottingham

Sorry, several days seem to have passed since my last post, despite my good intentions.

I did try writing yesterday but I had left it too late and was too tired to write. It didn’t stop me spending an hour trying but by the end I had written nothing worth reading.  It’s my own fault. I can still function after midnight if I know what I am doing, but if I just start writing and see where it goes, it rarely goes anywhere useful. I just ramble. Fortunately I usually mange to spot when that is happening and delete it. Yes, about 500 words were wasted, but as I’ve observed before – words are cheap and plentiful and can be deleted without major trauma. I deleted 500 words last night, I will save a few of them and write another post.

However, the good news is that my stats have spiked (he said sarcastically). This has happened several times recently. My month will run along with about 30 visitors a day and 10 or so comments. Then it will suddenly come to life  In the last three months I have had three spikes in stats with a couple of thousand views in a day. Strangely, it’s never accompanied by a rise in comments or likes. In fact yesterday’s spike in visitors was accompanied by poorer than average figures for likes and comments.

Pied Wagtail at Donna Nook nature reserve.

This where the small hours effect takes over. I then suggest that this is WP trying to make me think my stats really reflect something useful, then I move on to suggesting it is possibly a sign of rogue computer power as AI tries to take over the world, or even the US government tracking down enemies of the State by scanning social media. The abyss of internet politics then beckons and I begin to spiral out of control.

There are no real government conspiracies, I tell myself, as governments are generally incapable of organising themselves in a unified way. Even old-style Communist regimes had to have periodic culls to preserve the facade of unity.  More open systems, where you swap between parties, would be incapable of keeping a conspiracy together. I refer here, to normal governments, the current US government, if it had an inkling that Democrats had ever covered up an alien landing or the existence of primitive hairy creatures living on mountains, would be right on it. The former would be deported as illegal immigrants and the latter would be quickly registered as Republican voters.

And that, coming dangerously near to the world of politics, is where I am going to stop.

Arnot Hill Park, Arnold, Nottingham

Pictures are, in the main, from my favourite duck pond in December 2018.

 

 

 

Dum Spiro, Spero

 

I’ve just been reading a Spink auction catalogue for a forthcoming sale of Roman coins. It includes the description” otherwise with an exceptional, sumptuous honey-blue tone
overlying lustrous and largely original fields, all providing a fitting frame for the classic Tiberian visage”. Estimate is £3,000 – £4,000, so I suppose you have to employ the top drawer vocabulary for that class of coin.

You can, of course, find Roman coins for as little as £3 on eBay, but remember that this price is a reflection of the condition and rarity. They are common and they are clapped out and if you have a metal detector you are in with a chance of digging one up. The Romans were very careless about the way they buried them all over the place. They also buried things like the Water Newton Treasure. It’s not, in my mind, as good as a hoard of coins, but it seems to excite museums. We are actually living on the outskirts of the Roman town of Durobrivae and slap bang in the middle of the known pottery kiln area. For more detail, try here.

Silver Britannia coin

That was discovered seven miles from where I’m sitting. But closer than that are the remains of a Roman fortress, a villa, Roman pottery kilns and a cemetery. There are also Saxon and Iron Age sites, and we are slightly under 10 miles from Flag Fen if you fancy something Bronze Age.

Sorry, I’ve rambled off the point. In fact I have lost sight of it and can’t actually remember what it was going to be. I think, as I recall the title, it was going to be about how writing about things, particularly the coins and research, keeps me going and how I hope it will help to avert  dementia. Of course, it could have been about how much history is still underfoot  I have been thinking about that lately too.

The title? Now there’s a question. Do I offer a translation? If I do, I look condescending, if I don’t, I look elitist, assuming that everyone did Latin at school. In the end, it’s a common enough motto to assume that most people know it. This, of course, is a problem I sometimes have with poetry. I really dislike poems where the poet feels they need to explain with a footnote. If the poem needs a footnote to make it work, it’s a bad poem. Ideally it should work without me knowing all the details, and work even better if I do.

Anyway, that’s what Google’s for.

Pictures are a random selection.

Ruined aisle – Crowland