I am a humanist

  Read an article in The Guardian Newspaper today and you will perhaps be made aware of just how low this once proud nation has sunk; to a morally bankrupt third world island run by hypocrites.

I shall not attempt to use my own words in describing the horrors of genocide ongoing in GAZA - but I will simply quote the summery of what it says 

 

"You really can only turn the world on its head for so long. In the end this crime is too obscene, too documented, too unapologetic to get away with. One day there will be a reckoning, and those who facilitated the annihilation of Gaza will find themselves being made to account for what they said and did, rather than those who stood against it. "

 

The chief Rabbi says it all !  His words I find insulting to the intelligence of the British people who have given Jews refuge over the years and saved many of their number in so many ways.

 

 

 

Dartmoor snows in January 2025

 

 

 

 Hay Tor

View towards Widdecombe

View towards Widdecombe

View towards Bone Hill

View towards Hey Tor

 

 

Above Grimspound, Dartmoor, Devon, UK

 Sunday morning on the moor with blue sky wall to wall. Global warming makes the Moor a more pleasant place to walk - normally requiring an overcoat at this time of year. Hundreds of cyclist competing today and heading for Princetown so we gave the Fox Tor Cafe a miss knowing it would be far too crowded to enjoy.

 

The ancient Gimspound enclosure of hut circles can be seen on the far hillside at 11oclock above and slightly to the left of the three walkers

Looking towards Chagford

Stormy Lands End

To escape our semi detached we head south to another semi detached but one that's got far more to offer in the way of location plus those special little touches to be seen in a "Homes & Gardens" magazine.

Only two and a half hours drive from ours but a world away from the noise and polution of Devon to a much cleaner sea air and windy old weather that keeps the local fishermen in harbour tending their nets.

Fish and Chips for tea and a whistleing night that blows away dustbins and any loose tiless.

Monday dawns showery so we dodge about looking for shelter in Sennen and check out the picture gallery beside the lifeboat station.  By afternoon the sun shone through and out came the camera.

NO IKEA HERE

 I visited IKEA yesterday to pick up a couple of mattreses for my daughter. I had been there before but got lost in the labarinth of displays and passageways between departments.

This time we vowed not to get lost so paused for a cup of coffee from the self service merry-go-round - jostling for a place and with the paper cup under the wrong tube, losing some coffee down the waste tray before all was lost. Oh dear it wasn't a very big cup to start with and only half a cup left to drink. Never mind half a cup is better than none and just enough to wash down a waffle shared between us.

The place felt like a sea-going passenger liner but where was the crew ?   Two guys on the check out till and one boy at the click and collect desk in the basement only the ones visibly present. We drove the car down to pick up the mattresses and looked at the QR code screen to find a number to be tapped into a different screen, before he could fetch the items. They soon arrived and identified correctly, but no paper receipt could be given us.  That's all on line Sir  err  Madam. So we manouvred the car out towards the exit and thankfully soon away to the real world and home.