December 17th, 2020


This is one of my favourite pictures taken close to my house.

It captures the quintessence of my locus, especially the rutted lanes, the upright, stoic trees and the smell of all things agricultural.

"Tis propar Devonshire" — as we say in these parts.

Looking at it now, I still find it haunting and quite moving but more than that, it's a way to rustle up the memories of old and connect with my truest, deepest self. 

Or, to put it another way, I'm one with my surroundings — there's no separation, no division and I'm awash with the quixotic reverie that only nature offers.

And of course, I'm very lucky.

Let me say that again.

I'm extraordinarily lucky, and there's not a single day that goes by where I don't have to pinch myself of that fact.

There is, though, another part to my psyche which lives in a constant state of terror, namely, the fact that one day all this will be gone or certainly it will be so diminished that my kids and theirs will never experience that hot flush of love and connection I've been blessed to experience all these years — all 53 of them.

Perhaps I'm overstating the case — it wouldn't be the first time! -- but the shock and grief I feel in bearing witness to all those gut-wrenching images of loss, destruction and death from the four corners of the earth, only serves to remind me that even my sleepy little patch of South Devon isn't or won't be immune from the egregious, death-dealing thumbprint (or should I say size 11 Jackboot?) of climate change et al. 

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My tweets

  • Wed, 13:01: “We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” ― David Brower
  • Wed, 14:25: A bit of Twitter jousting this afternoon. Not my usual style.
  • Wed, 15:32: Back playing Portishead. In full writing mode. If only I could spend more time here.
  • Wed, 15:41: A legacy of working in private practice as a lawyer is that I still (*sighs*) measure my working day in increments of 6 minutes. It's not all bad mind you because I'm often too efficient for my own good, even though I've no longer any client(s) that have to pay for my time😉.
  • Wed, 16:28: I received a heartfelt email today from a family business in London to say they couldn’t fulfil an order that we’d placed for some vegan food for Xmas. You could sense they were really sad not to help. Amazing how language can change the dynamic.
  • Wed, 17:40: Is it utopian to think that we might rescue the earth from our death-dealing ways?
  • Thu, 05:03: Another very early start: let's see what this day brings 🙏🦋😀
  • Thu, 06:00: “...the care of the earth is our most ancient and most worthy and, after all, our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it, and to foster its renewal, is our only legitimate hope.” ― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
  • Thu, 07:00: Nature / today's blog offering, which arose out of the attached picture taken close to my house in Devon.
  • Thu, 08:33: Human Greed, Edward Abbey