Hmmmm.....?

 Write the word DENT in capitols. Hold the piece of paper in front of a mirror. Next turn it upside down.

 What does it spell ?

 There has been a tragedy just down the road. A builder / farmer has run over his 3 year old grandson with a tractor. Over ten emergency vehicles raced the scene, and a helicopter, but he died sadly. It doesnt seem real this morning. The birds are still singing their dawn chorus and people continue their daily work. What else can they do ? This is awful, but also so resilient. Nature is resilient. 

Each time I think about what has happened I feel a bit worse than before. Anyone who works with machinery knows this is their worst fear. The guilt, that awful guilt. How can anyone ever recover ?

Worst of all the childs parents were on holiday abroad when it happened...

Quite enjoying this new channel ive found. Im sure there is a film about this starring  a young Hugh Grant. I like the idea of this legend. It strikes a chord with me.

 

Organ transplant (I cannot tell you how much this title has amused me )

I dont know why, but I got the urge to visit a church in the neighboring valley of Garsdale at dusk last night. I want to photograph this organ which has a bit a history to it. Originally this organ was in the chapel that is just down the road from my house in Dent valley. When this building was no longer used for worship it was made into a house. The organ was sold and went somewhere down South from here. I thought that would be the end of it, but no. The chapel in Garsdale suddenly needed a new organ after theirs broke. They ended up buying this one from said southern church, and the organ came back north into Garsdale, just over the hill where it had lived for decades. I find that weird.

When I first visited the chapel I thought the organ looked familiar, but would never have though it was the same one that I grew up with. I remember attending Sunday School anniversaries where we recited poems that we had learnt by heart to the congregation. Up in the pulpit we could see the mysterious workings at the back of the organ, the dusty pipes ect. We might even spot a mouse trap or two round the back. It seemed a forbidden view behind the grand facade of the key board and fancy pipes.

When I turned on the light switch this flood light flickered constantly giving a strobe effect. That was strange alright.

This photo turned out nice considering it was nearly dark.

                                                   

Suddenly. Starkly

 90% of BBC news readers and reporters are non white females.

 The BBC news has become obsessed with foreign news, and it seems it is nothing more than a service to keep those in touch with whats going on in their own country back home.

 Women TV presenters chatter among themselves about news stories in a magazine type format.

There seems a definite disconnect with native British men. 

Now who would have thought it ?

It is, as it is I guess

 Adverts have taken a dark turn. What do I see advertised on my TV now everyday ?  Funeral plans on a monthly payment, charity based lotteries, disturbing animal cruelty charity adverts, government Social Security adverts telling people to update their claims if their circumstances have changed and even today an advert telling how much easier my life will be with a digital ID. Its depressing.

Meanwhile the roads here are crumbling. They are only just fit for a car and if serious work is not done soon they will be impassible unless you have an SUV or pickup. Not even this weekends Dent Run has prompted any repairs. Im sure there will be trip ups and falls. Maybe then something will get done ? 

The two village pubs are grinding to a halt and houses are still not selling. A pub window is even boarded up as it appears to have blown out in last nights wild weather. We just need some graffiti to finish the job.

On a positive note a road east out of the valley has been repaired after a land slip. Its been well over a year in the doing. As with anything council related it is so slow. All Britain works this way. Protocols and schedules which take no urgency, or local needs into account are the problem. 

I am now going to fix my wife's car that has broken a suspension spring. Wish me luck.

I found this photo that I took last summer. Today I feel looking back that this is the definitive proof for me that systematic and orchestrated messing with the weather has occurred in the UK. Some days the trails were manic and undeniable. What the hell are we messing with here ? Remember, its all for the good of the planet.

 The way the Spring light illuminates all the wear and deterioration on your surroundings, and your  possessions.

 And last but not least, you !

Greetings ?

 These last few years ive noticed a little gust of playful wind greeting me as I walk up to our house door. It rustles through a beech hedge for a second or so and no more. It stops once Im passed.

This also happens when I return home from a journey.