Mog in the Fog

Clear up here at 700 feet on Teignmouth Golf Course but down at sea level mist blocks out the sun.

At sea level all is veiled in fog this chill October morning.

Looking west towards Dartmoor

No balls and no buggies

Looking east out over the sea

Dartmoor Dawn - Haytor and beyond to Bonehill

Before the deer start to roam about and the rabbits dodge under the wheels, today seems a good one to watch a sun rise. The stars are out and the Morgan fired up with the hood down. First stop is beside Hay Tor and later off to the side road and Bone Hill.

Red morning - Sheppards warning

Bonsai Book found at Dartmouth Market

One pound at the market stall, my illustrated book cost me dear. Having "invested" in some little trees, compost, rooting powder, Japanese style Bonsai ceramics and taking cuttings from the hedge. The pots encroach on the patio garden and yesterday saw me attend a Bonsai class for beginners.

My corner of the patio/garden

The camera is not forgotten though; yesterday the quest was on again, chasing an early sunrise.  But the light was not as clear as the previous morning. A layer of grey mist flooded down from the surrounding hills.
A kingfisher flew beneath the railway viaduct and landed almost at my feet but quickly spotted me and flashed away across the harbour. Though I had camera in hand the action shot was lost. 

This shallow harbour quickly empties

The condensation trails appear to converge but actually are parallel to one another 

First light plus twenty minutes

 

Homeless but not Helpless

With clear skies and prospects of a colourfull dawn, I set off early with camera in hand for the Exeter ship canal, down the lane marked "Private".

En-route in the laybys appeared several campers with curtains drawn .  The same may be noticed in Devons' car parks - especially near water. Houseboats moor alongside the canal at Turf and at Exeter Basin; some with a pile of fire wood on deck or a gas bottle to fuel the heater. Someone is curled up in a sleeping bag with nothing more than a wet blanket on the grass.

There will be some shivering hereabouts if the harsh winter forecast is proved correct.

The commuter leaves the comfort of his yacht and heads off to work in the city 

Yurts can be comfortable too

The ferryboat brings custom to the Turf Hotel

Flat calm at 7am the lock gates close the canal from the Exe Estuary

Looking seawards towards Exmouth

When a Bishop pleads Guilty

Peter Ball was supposedly a trustworty churchman, but by his own admission, reveals himself to have been an abuser.
Only now, twenty years later at a time when he sees the game is up, does he admit his behaviour. Jailed for 32 months at the Old Bailey today (07/10/15).

The CPS failed to press charges for a serious allegation brought by more than one victim, persons selected by the Bishop for their vulnerability, and the least likely to object. The abuse of power is quite appaling, yet was apparantly not even frowned upon by the then Archbishop of Canterbury Lord John Carey,  until now, once he too realises, that the game is up for the Church. 

Ball proceeded to resign as bishop and went to live in a property lent to him by his friend the Prince of Wales.

The Archbishop of Canterbury, George Carey colluded with the C.P.S. and Police to prevent the matter reaching a court of law. This perversion of the course of justice occurred despite the fact that in 1993 C.P.S. lawyers said there was   "SUFFICIENT ADMISSABLE, SUBSTANTIAL AND RELIABLE EVIDENCE” to bring a prosecution.  Today he has said sorry, but sorry is not good enough.

My suggestion here includes an appropriate place for abusers of children to be restrained, alongside those interfering with the English Law System,  particularly when the victims of such criminal behaviour are children.

 

PALACE FIT FOR A BISHOP -  and/or an ARCHBISHOP 

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No escape for an 84 year old Bishop

ROOMS AVAILABLE

 On a happier note; this pleasant September day, we leave the above place of incarceration to enjoy the freedom of the Moor. Taking the road from Post Bridge to Widecombe we pass the stone circle and burial cairn beside a Forrestry Commission plantation.

Robbed of stone there remains only the outer kerbstones that once held a heap of granite above a buriel cyst.

Downstream from Two Bridgse

Heading away from the Fox Tor Cafe -  beside the road home.