I am 75, originally a Londoner who moved down to the Somerset Levels some 16 years ago to nurse my Parents through their final years, I originally started this blog as a psychological outlet following the death of my Father back in 2007. I missed him but also I was nursing my Mother who was an invalid and you need to create your own mental space to deal with that experience because it is hard to see people you love going through the process of fading away when there is nothing that you can do about it all.

I have trashed this website and completely started again on a number of occasions since 2007. Through the various previous versions of this site, my blogs were mainly about politics because it was a topic that had always interested me. However it seems to me that all that are involved in that trade these days are increasingly ignorant, stupid and oblivious to history which might guide them better. It is not I suppose such an odd thing but with advancing years, many things that seemed so important to you in the past lose their significance and when I listen to the odious cacophony that marks the current world of politics I am reminded of one of my favourite quotes from Bill the Bard's Scottish play:

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing."

Obviously when I moved down to Somerset, I didn't set a time limit, I was here "for the duration", it was simple, my Father was my Mother's carer and finally, his health too was failing, they needed live in support. If I thought about it at all, my default expectation was that I would at some moment, following the passing of both my Parents, return to my life in London.

However, after over 6 years away from familiar haunts and places, following the death of my Mother and me shortly due for the old age pension, I realised that I had become quite attached to the Somerset Levels. Obviously and inevitably, the life I had led prior to moving down, the people I knew and socialised with in London, their lives too had moved on, there was nothing really to go back to, my life was now here. Of course I do still visit London, it remains in my mind "my home town" but for me now is just an important part of my past as so many other people, places and periods of time I have experienced are too.

As for my photography, if you want greater insight into that background then look up my post on this site called “The Photographers Friend”, it might amuse you.

So that is me, as for the content of this website going forward, we shall see but I hope to create an interesting and visually diverse space, who knows ? To travel hopefully is often far better than to actually arrive !



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