I’ve missed the wood. Returning after a month (Bender, Folk East, Snowdon and Gerd, Open University politics) I see and feel all the stuff to do in that human need for doing. When I throw a stick into the green weed covered pond, the limbs of hornbeam patened across, and the dog cuts a path to retrieve it, then, then I remembered to look up and breath out.
Rattling in my mind is Barry’s desire for a 10 day break in the campervan, an I want 10 and more days here, i don’t want to leave. Oh relationships – even though we’re not in one conventionally!
Les has come into the wood. He’s designed the shed for the planners, and plans submitted. Notice on the gate. We’ve found much common ground. He’s taken me to Burston, where I’ve wanted to go for many years. Waking up my socialism.
Planted Gunnera
From back bencher to front bench power. The Accidental leader, Corbyn is elected by the people to be leader of the Labour party. But how will he lead a party where the cohort is not with him?
Biked around the circuit – I am dreadfully unfit, belly growing a consequence of not smoking – still on champex. Today water!
Kaliwood 