Sunday, 27 August 2017

Our muster in strength

afar it maybe... the vile deeds and not adhering to the wider picture rippling out. The common thread of towns where every space of the settlements sold for best deal in money and not for the wider good. 

We said the boundaries of a home would be continually pounded, since they built in the space opposite the already difficult exit for the paramedics and surgery deliveries to enter and exit ... the wall has been broken again ... It is currently an ongoing issue. 

The tirade of old and young not getting on in these mixed new builds ... The elder ones would like it quiet, and not be bothered by the natural noise of children growing in the tiny space allotted where it is more on top of each other. The stress this brings ... and many other factors including natural light blocking ... 

After all this site was built by the same company where a ill built wall fell and killed a child. 

The houses were rearranged in which way they were facing before, in the original planning to give less shadowing for a neighbour, who gossip has it gave a back hander... 

The more local talk in this town of the way the hierarchy behaved at the recent town council meeting on the new old planning applications, have the locals spitting hairs ... 

The demographics in its rituals of the influx this will bring on the already difficult to book Doctors appointment etc ... the counter retort will be the recent change in the way prescriptions are prepared  freeing up the valuable time in better clinical times and so forth ...

Saturday, 19 August 2017

And the lurking

just below the surface of the to be bothered moments. The dark of days simmering beneath the quandaries each catch of a glimpse forward going back ... 

The darkness of time with no glimpse of good. A daughter noticing the recovery in more of the former self appearing ... that says it all really ... We have aged and life thunders on about us... whilst I appear to have moved on outwardly ... inwardly only I know it is never far in that receding abyss ... 

This last week working on the food stock rotation preparing for the winter weeks. The advertising all about me on bits of product labels irking me somewhat ... life outside a bottle or contents reeking of past stench in current days of echoes of life torn to shreds in last times as a family unit ... 

Today was remembering the good moments again. The focus that we have. Though the brooding moods of others that have no idea of a back story no one can envisage ... the dormant in the silence ... whilst I tend to the mood swings of others a focus too in the impetus in the healing of others .... 

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Stunning splendour in grandeur

that greeted me once again from bygone days, this time in the capital. The churches in many strands of school and Guide parades carrying those flags in uniforms, buried in the sands of time near water, streams and tributaries ... the church the banns were read ... The magnificent building in which we wed in ... 


Tuesday, 8 August 2017

A little difficult to board

this train, that stopped just short of the train that the current travellers had allotted to leave on that passenger wagon that was due also about then ... 


The diverse travel ways in the world where the minuscule of timings matter, in the complex transportation of people, animals and goods in witness again that day ... 

Monday, 7 August 2017

A candle lit

for the privilege of parting with some pennies 


I had time to enter today! A place one time local ... fascinating to see this time in a locality past, this day .... a bit more of a trek to see. Though it will be much farther when back in a Kernow again. 

Saturday, 5 August 2017

A short burst

of new experiences shared which took lots of rest, the pace gentle in slow starts to the day. The minimal time spent out. I am no longer used to long weekends like the once in past. 

The days lost still a tread bear in bare on the emotions. I now tire of much nonsensical... The moans heard that mean much to others and petty to me. You feel like thrusting forth to say appreciate what you have, not what you have not ...