Hmmm ?

 Tonight I saw the man who makes his fake YT videos just down the road from me. He lost a few items that fell off his trailer as he set off in his truck. I came across him turning around coming back for them. I stopped to get out of my car to tell him he'd lost a few items. He had a very open and innocent face. He seemed almost baby faced, and spoke very gently. His eyes were " windows into his soul " as they say. I saw no trace of the man in his videos with his coarse accent and gravelly voice. 

Gigi D'Agostino - My Dimension ( L'Amour Toujours )

This music reminds me of the Cornish mystical coast with its sea caves booming as the tide crashes through them. I really was in a magical place back then. It was over powering. At the start of June the sun set orange into the sea, and I felt a great joy that Summer was all ahead of me. There were two young girls dancing like goddesses on the cliff tops as the sun set. Then there was the woman who walked behind us with her head bowed and her long hair obscuring her face. It was as though she was gliding.

The new normal. Get used to it.

 Do you ever wonder what things have come too ? Its be one of those years with trouble after trouble, and im resigned that this is now going to be the new normal. A few weeks ago my sister and her boyfriend split...just after buying a house. Why he couldnt have left before, when they lived in a sizable flat that she could have continued to afford to rent on her own i dont know. He has bought her out financially though but there is little left for her to buy her own place. This has led to my parents having to sell some land that she would inherit to bail her out.

Its funny how all peoples lives they work to invest in a financial future thats built on a relationship ! If that fails then 50% has gone. Having split from her husband a few year ago 50% was left and that is only what part of a home was paid for. To go through it twice is unacceptable, especially financially. And at middle age a bank will limit how much they will lend you. They will never show this side of life in the tv bank adverts. I dont know how things continue to function.

Talking of houses there are 10 for sale in or near Dent village. Most are second homes or rented out as holiday houses. The tax on these has recently doubled and holiday bookings have dried up. They have had huge amounts spent on renovations as well. There are so many for sale signs on the cobbled street that it looks ridiculous. A tourist recently asked a local old man why this was so. He replied " Cos its buggered " and he may be right. The rural dream does not exist or cannot be bought, or maintained long term. I think in 100 years this valley will have a very high turnover of its population. There will always be another sucker. Yes, its yet another situation in which property is a mill stone around the neck.

Things have also come to a head with a volatile neighbor too. He has a crazy temper and an obsession with other peoples sheep being in his fields. He will not tolerate one and has been going into aggressive rants that he can barely control. The other day he sent our sheep out of our field into another because one, yes, one kept jumping over. We have tolerated him for years but that was the last straw so i have put padlocks on all our gates to keep him out. Nobody else starts yelling and shouting about one sheep. They just give you a call when they get their sheep in eventually. I think he is autistic because nothing you say registers. His online fb page projects a saintly appearance and some people think the sun shines out of his backside. I love that expression...lol

Meanwhile this morning while waiting at the doctors surgery his wife came in about some paper work he needed to " renew his shot gun licence " Those words jumped out at me. I dont think he is fit with a gun although all he has shot so far is grey squirrels that threatening to out breed the native reds. I thought about putting in an objection to his licence because its open to public scrutiny, but this would mean visiting a police station, and i have no actual proof other than he is an asshole. It seems a bit daunting having to go to a fire arms division of the police, after all this is not America. Im still not sure what to do.

11.20pm

 Just heard a strange ceramic type rattling noise in our living room.

Wet Leg - Ur Mum (Glastonbury 2025)

This is quite a good band for modern music, but why I'm really posting this because at first glance I always read this title as " mr uum ". Its bizarre and quite un-nerving. Its almost a dyslexic thing, but at second glance it reverts back to the correct song title. Ive never experienced anything like this before. 

The Neon Demon Official Trailer #1 (2016) - Elle Fanning, Keanu Reeves H...

This popped up on my fb memories. Cant remember much about it but its seems to have really impressed me at that time. Time to find and watch again. 

Thursday Fake people Fake lives and not a pot to piss in

This man is a fake. He lives less than half a mile from me. He has no land and no field in this valley. He makes out he has sheep too, but they belong to a neighbor. This is a typical new comer full of shit in his 2nd home. Whatever his claimed assets are, land here is not one of them. 

Ive found other videos of him wandering around another farmers field claiming that is his too. There is no end to the possible deception possible online. He is obviously compensating for a lack of something or maybe just looking for local attention. In reality he's just a sad joke. 

The hills have eyes. No, seriously.

On Sunday I did something ive wanted to do for a few years and drove our two quad bikes up to tarn about an hour away with my wife and daughter. The views were stunning. Ive often passed close by just out of sight when gathering the fell sheep down, but never have time to make the detour or stop. This is the source of our water supply. As the hill top is flat it must be rain water filled.

And then I came across this stuck in a wall pointing at the track which people use to ascend the fell. It really annoys me and fills me with despair that even on a relaxing remote location some one is still monitoring people. Maybe its a game keeper, maybe its the RSPB  as birds of prey nest up there. I know there is a camera at one nesting site, but this was on a track. Its just not on. Maybe its a pervert ?! Who knows. Its a sign of the times and its unacceptable. 

 

The Fool ?

"…a time comes, especially when the play of gods and heroes develops to gigantic proportions, when the spectator must feel the need for relief from the high concerns of great immortal themes; and a pathetic consciousness begins to form of little man confronted by these things – seeming by contrast comic in his limitations, yet peculiarly valiant in his one invincible power to take knocks; the Eternal Butt. His only weapon of offence to raise up against it all is the phallus, or a need to be undone and seduced when life becomes too much of an obstacle to step over with ease and dispassion."

The very uncomfortable final realization that in the end we are just " little old us " What else can we do as life over runs amok dangerously out of control ? I guess this petulance is a form of control over our selves and circumstances we cannot cope with anymore.