Now.... well a few days back. As perfect timing so as to be snide to the meanest readers ever.

 There is only one* kind of actual satisfaction.

And having deserved infotainment money from even snider snotty readers, is NOT it.... 

(*aside of raising a next generation 

partly ok.. even if almost impossible in the worst ever education of today)

THE BEST AND MOST ENJOYED JOB EVER

And not even on their dull hillocky moors.

Indeed almost equidistant between the two mere tourist ''Parks' 

But i never reveal any truly great place's identity.  

You never know what nonsense gossip or bullshit jealousy.

now... as so oft stated there is no interest in any Swestern place or time...

At all ever except in fact the rare few whom prove the point which is that on the job, you need at least a bit of fun banter to take you through, that's not about the JOB, it's about anything but the job....  as you know how to do the job you're trained in from age ten by the one beautiful big gentle giant of a bloke who took all the time in the world to take you through every step...

But actually caring to pass on certain 'techniques' no matter what, can be more bitterswetly emotional headfuckerly 

put into one image, from a decade ago...

I MUST get back to, as its interesting, when all about down here is not.

a tree...

In fact two!

One fallen, in a large magnificent Secret Garden* of hundreds of hectares nobody else but me ever meandered much

The day the 'music' died...

The day that fire inside

was pissed out all about by shroomy or cider ways, or infact just a death of spirit

which had until that time, been guaranteed as time to be alive

rather than drown in quick lime

" TREE DOWN.... tree grab....!!!!.."

The local croffulate peasantry 

allowed onto the surrounding  unpathed parts of his property...

But that January

One fell just up the actual cobbled pathways there many a century

an easy 'grab' 'n wheelbarrow back to the hovels and caves

 

And January went by...as did Feb

not a peasant in sight...

March even.... (me sneakin out with quiet bowsaw, undercover of  night) 

Obvious SOMEthing..had snapped.

The heart of even Them Woodlanders, broke...

all communal spirit up in smoke

Ahahh but not quite finished that story of whatever gory nonsense had twisted them out of shape..

REAL emotion is what a junk food addicted nation  - munchin Ealenor's manky self pityful,  Eliphant 

may more get turned on by one day

Real JoJo Moyes off to Zurich time....

REAl... where's my axe and my own chopping block, and I'm sure Heath Robinson had some clever solution, 

to the ultimate failure in the only institution

that kept the land ongoing....

best simple job to share with the younger one...

so shetoo may one day just maybe be able to do the satisfying version

of a whole other tree bagged by me...

And left  standing (Ash died back) ... just in case.... there may be that oppourtunity

Of daughter and dad making use of every smallest bit of said dead tree

All you ever wish to do, real home education, as is your responsibility

* of course like all would be aristos Lady Oxford even way back then, utterly lied to her competition " Capability Brown did it don't you know.."  when one seemingly reliable source said he merely once came to tea 

and gave her a bit of planting info and emotional solidarity