"people in glass houses.."

 nature...

Is just a whore to be used...but every smallest eletron or photon wisely repurposed into...

No point though as i knew a decade ago..

To continue

 a few days ago

But i really must reread The Woodlanders, as even using his best-book as shorcut shared lexicon is in fact damaging to actual historical truth.

(ohh for a shared language...  one can toss, aside, shaven bushes  - when 16 years ago one found the world had gone mad...  burning bushes ... one wished to know what set them alight...  words like the 'Marthas' of this world, at least a little way down that long road..... and what was that TV show featuring the 'yummy mummie's it was quite good really at showing the greed  beghind the painted on jokers' smiles...... the eighty quid scented candle   and all that ..)

So... living for three years 'among' ...ehh not exactly as i live outdoors, and its astonishing how even way way into the rural fringes almost all of them stay indoors all day most days...

So i had my own orivate fabulous filmset  - right out of Hardy, unmodernised...

  

But there was one 'festival' as aforeshown.. the fallen wood. The 'tree grab.'..

Early 2014 we have several princesses buzzing away at it like Bees stabbing away at every witch way they can  ... 

The short abreviated version: a tree would fall and as sure as ferrits are (listen to the audio, or one of them i can't remnber everything ) ...  within a few hours at least a couple of the surrounding (1 km circle) swamp dwellers would shuffle over and start on it... vultures tearing at every larger bough... (too lazy to repurpose the smaller, too) ...  the 'tree grab' ... 

Fair enough the land should be democratic to a certain extent (ahhahhh hypocrite fascist some may think... well the problewm is...another day)... 

 

 So December 2016 having sussed out the usual fantasist immigrant with her Hiunter boots (many have them in red down here i saw) ,  who a km away had a few years earlier laid along her driveway several fallen trees nicely cut up into boughs to at some later date saw into logsize, and then got bored or butterflied off elsewhere ... time to save them, for my fire...  as even if its ESSENTIAL to leave fallen wood - the incoming 'copse' (workshop for momney and girtlfriends)  brigade could never be told.... for the bugs and bees...

There is a balance and after a few years piled up wood boughs start to rot so they become good for nothing else but the bugs..

And that Deecember ( remeber nore to editor the dead tree i left standing by my backdoor  - as a teaching aide...for 6 mths - the saddest story ever, not yet to be told) i got to work over a few weeks as usual npobody helps...

december 2016

(yes they're all so busy getting zen indoors for money - my opinions are many many year developed, aside, reality... which is they go to pilates yoga dance class all for their fitness but when it comes to assisting some old country living neighbour with her wood, for exercise... theyre nowhere to be seen...indoors at some class no doubt )

12 april 2017

Anyway back to reality

This is a dual purpose 'piece' - i don't post all is the same   dull Odyssey over 20 years...  that needs to be jazzed up into something a bit less dull as everyone elses stories are even duller by comparison  as they never have the time to ...NOTICE ..anything

Yes so the other lesson is that a few years earlier the usual gentrifying incommer had disassembled a conservatory and left the glass aside a large hedge... and we had reclaimed it ... this yard being THE most weathered bit of peasant Woodlander land around... the NW funnelled straight in from the valley that pointed straight at me, nasty valley!

And over a few years seeing my outdoors workbenches start to rather rot a bit  i began to use the sheets of glass to protect the surfaces all around ...

In fact all my quite large outdoor work area - fixing old bikes old this and that, ended up having large glass sheets over the weatherable parts... 

Which sounds absolutelly daft. 

It felt absolutely daft as the first one was shattered by some 'accidental'  dropping of a tool or as a side effect of a nail being not quite whacked with perfect perpendiculart force and grace and the nail flying off speed of fast nails flying off and hitting a glass sheet..

And then when you actually look after 'god's' planet by fixing old bikes - errata new ones left to rot for several years... that the Green Party Mayor and her bloke left rotting, it can get quite strenuous whacking rusted up nuts and bolts... and one may trip or lose balance and fall onto ones workbench ... all at least partly covered in glass...

     

i have much better full scene photos and films but it takes too much time to peruse them

Anyway the moral of the story fable or just sagely 'learnings' - funny how they  are using that babyword now even when they used to run Harvey's Knickers..

cos you have to SURVIVE

is that in time the whole body readjusts...mind body

even if the so called 'babies' are babying off  tgo be closer to said Knicks... and never help why a bloke's gotta learn a dance 

I realised within a few months....all this glass around

pain in the leg

(you the mere browser here cannot know the pain gone through to find that photo from the same period

and rember thistermorn where it has been reasorted into...for your greedy inattention)

so yes real peasant country men  not only dont wear stupid clodhopper work boots

crocks bein' cheaper

they see every slice at "them"

a reminder and 'learning' 

dance fuckin better

every pirrouette must be  nanometre perfect

step

as any Miss Step... hurts

for real.

and from then and ever on

not one piece of glass was ever ...wasted

  

 

(thats there for duel perp.... ohh my ohh my when i saw her in her terrible much heralded return to the screen, film... dancin' in her kitchen to that.... rather beautiful in fact the sexiest movie star ever with her silver grey hair - so much sexier by far than her as a twenty year old woman Mary actual moviestar in Day Off maybe i should have moved in but dont fancy smiling yanks .... .... unlike the one who ...define cliche the day we went to Mouse hole  who cycles by with her antique bike and dyed hair looking even more antique!!) 

insert pic of what a bicycle with compulsory whicker basket afront is REALLY for 

Anyway 

needs must

means you learn a far better dance than i have ever known 

no workshop fees payable

a real workshop

and all that

But then we go back to the moment i knew that it...all

had died

Myself that December i had satiated my humble careful few logs a night ration of nature

And had a filled up woodpile

And i knew that the same didn't apply to the other abodes as i hadnt seen any out there tree grabbin for months.

And then that January i have the day somehewhere

A biggiun comes down

An oak - kindof best woodburner wood for us peasants.

But this time only 150m from the main of them settlements

AND ..downhill!

wanderin' past... that Jan

 " hmmm thats a wry bit of anti-sernedipity..shucks...me shagged out from my month filling up....

 best wood, 150m from mybackdoor and  downhilll every step...in fact a beeline it to mine

..ohh well the rest of em will be vulturing it before lunchtime... "

And a week later

And a week later

And another week later

It is still there untouched.

12 march 2017

As if one had indeed enterred the zombie Apocolypse they all catastrophise from their rotten pulpit..

Because when the peasants (ten ish around and about) no longer scurried  to the latest fallen wood 

One knew that ... was the moment the "music died"

Indeed something  really had '''changed.

And most of them would have voted Nigel....