irresponsible advice - it is very responsible advice. Irresponsible advice is making up all sorts of nonsense about vaccinations and telling people not to get a jabby jabby - that is irresponsible.
Good morning. It is Tuesday, I'm playing catch-up with the pictures from Sunday. Gainsborough Old Hall is in the centre of Gainsborough. Easy to find, not far from the river, and well signposted. I parked in a quiet street a few minutes walk away, close to Morton Terrace.
This looks like an impressive entrance, except the way in is a small door somewhere round the back. This is an English Heritage property. I paid £11.80 concession fee.
Some photo's as I walked around. It has minimum furnishings, which I don't mind. The simplicity of the room layouts gives your brain space to take it all in. There are plenty of information boards if you wish to linger and read them all.
Here is the web site. I see there is a classic car gathering on the lawn on the 27th of September.
I recorded a fifteen minute video if you want to follow me around.
I climbed the stairs to the top of the tower, and will report on that in the next post.
I was dreaming of a new art project last night. An idea came to me. I will look into that today. It might work if I can find suitable bits and pieces to construct it.
The sun is shining. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip. ilona
I took the scenic route yesterday to Gainsborough. Following the River Trent, a route that I am familiar with because I have walked most of it. The first village is Burringham. I have written about this previously on my blog. Pictures of the church here.
Today the door is locked.
I zoomed in to the garden next door for a couple of pics. They seem to have an abundance of logs, they will be ok for heating through the winter.
To the right of this pile is another much larger pile behind the greenhouse.
A fallen half buried tree trunk laid on the ground.
Crafty Club this morning. I mowed the front lawn this afternoon. I only do it twice a year. It becomes a wild flower meadow in the summer. This afternoon I had a couple of hours picking litter on Foxhills Industrial Estate. Look what I saw. A magnificent Volvo left hooker from Northumberland. What a bonus.
Two more bags added to my pile. Let's see how long it takes the Council to collect them. It might be tomorrow.
Mondays are always busy for me. I will have a day off tomorrow.
I've been out today, not litter picking. 😆 Gainsborough was my destination. Haven't been there for ages, thought I would take a look, have a wander around, take some photo's. I recorded a couple of videos as well. Will post about it tomorrow.
In the meantime, here is a pigeon taking a bath on my back garden. It seemed to enjoy splashing about and washing under it's wings. The salad bowl I bought for £2 from a charity shop was a good buy.
What responsibility do we have to speak on something we value deeply feels threatened, even when speaking may cost us something? I’ve spent years, encouraging people to find their voice and live authentically. What happens when one becomes afraid to use their voice because they might lose something that means a great deal to them? I found myself asking what am I going to do with the voice I have left?
The world is changing, and we must never stop asking questions.
So, what did I do today. A litter pick of course. I was on Flixborough Industrial Estate. My bag was half full so I turned down another road that I haven't been down before. OMG, such a mess.
Here are the pictures.
How many bottles of pee ! ! ! I left these there. Will probably go back another day to empty them.
69 glass bottles. All bagged up.
Glass dropped off at the wheelie bin. Put my labels on so people won't think it's a fly tip.
Two black bin bags added to the red ones from yesterday.
Lots more tidying up to do here, when I have time.
I met the Council driver who comes to collect the bags and empty the bins today. He seems a nice chap. Thanked me for my efforts. I quite like working on an Industrial Estate at a weekend when there is nobody there.
This is Dan the driver. Yesterday I got on his bus and went to the terminal with him. A village called Whitton on the banks of the River Humber. The bus turns round and goes back to Scunthorpe. I planned on walking home.
Here is a little bit of the bus ride. It was a bit bumpy.
I had a look at the Church before I set off walking back.
Come inside and have a look.
The sideways wind was quiet blustery. .
I entered a field through a gate and could see a herd of brown cows were gathered in the distance. They were just where I wanted to exit the field on the other side. I went a bit closer to assess the situation. Would I be safe to walk through them.
Two or three of them noticed me approaching. I stopped to see if they would come towards me. I might be alright if they carry on eating. I bottled out, not taking any chances. I scrambled over that fence and went into the next field.
Probably would have been ok to walk through them.
We had a nice chat over the gate.
I stopped off at my friend June's house for a natter. By the time we had finished talking it had started to rain. I had a packamac with me, but I didn't need it because her daughter came to pick me up and gave me a lift home. That saved me a half hour walk in the rain.
Today I've been to town. Chatted with Nikki at the Arts Centre. Spent £50 on shopping in Aldi. And picked a bag of litter on the way home.
I was in a big store in town. People were gathered around a television set in the electrical department. I stopped to see what they were watching. I couldn't believe that it was really happening, and it wasn't a film.
Just before this happened I was in New York. Didn't go up the twin towers, but went up the Empire State Building. I will never forget the views, and the speed of the lift to the top.
When our land has been taken over and covered in solar panels, concreted over fields full of new builds, and we are surrounded by windfarms, where else is there left to go. How do we escape our little boxes then. There will be no escaping our digital prisons.
I rather like the Isle of Wight. That might be a safe place. I could happily go and live there. Wait a minute, maybe not. Joe Robertson offers a warning.
Joe Robertson MP questions the Government following a migrant crossing off the Isle of Wight which saw Bembridge Lifeboat volunteers called to respond.
Joe asked whether people smugglers operating across more than 80 miles of open water represents a concerning new development in small boat crossings, and pressed the Government on resources in France and along the south coast.
The sun is shining. Today I will go to Aldi and buy some food, my fridge is empty.
Something to keep my hands busy when the weather is dull. I have a lot of scraps of fabric. Cut them up into smaller pieces, stitch them together, and add embroidery. I painted the hoop blue using nail varnish.
Now I am starting another one. The first was random shapes, this one will be a mini landscape picture.
I did a bus out and walk back today. Some photo's from that to post tomorrow.
I have a Lady Trucker friend. Sharon moved to South Africa many years ago. We lost touch as you do when friends move on. I was never sure why she moved there. She has recently contacted me via faceboook. She has posted that her house is to go on the market and she will eventually come back to the UK.
Something has just popped up on my screen about the situation in South Africa. Apparently the level of corruption over there is so much higher than what we have to endure here. Rob Hersov is a billionaire and has set up a yoootooob channel. I have watched one of his videos. He delivers a very powerful speech which reveals exactly what is going on in their country. His description of the political situation mirrors exactly what is going on here. If anyone is still asleep listen to Rob. He doesn't hold back.
Welcome to the official YouTube channel of Rob Hersov, the Capitalist Activist! Here, you'll find outspoken commentary, insightful interviews, and thought-provoking analysis on the critical issues shaping South Africa's economic and political landscape. Rob Hersov, a prominent entrepreneur and advocate for free-market capitalism, delivers his unvarnished truth on everything from government policy and business practices to global geopolitics.
Continuing along the theme of the plandemic, and how traumatic it was for a lot of people, this comment has arrived from a wide awake follower of this blog. Comments quickly get buried here because of the speed and volume of blog posts that I put out. I bring this one forward as a valuable contribution to this post. Thank you Della.
My husband almost lost his job for not taking it, and he works from home! I never got it either...in the beginning, I did consider it, but I grew skeptical, then downright defiant! The pressure and the shaming were unreal! One of my sons had one jab and his blood pressure skyrocketed! I told him to absolutely not get another one! But there was so much pressure on the young people. My daughters in healthcare and in college had to take them or be fired or kicked out. It was unbelievable. When I did get sick with C, I had some handy-dandy horse paste, which the media mocked relentlessly, but guess what? It works! (I read of people in India who took it prophylactically for river blindness, and they didn't seem to contract the corona virus...hmmm.). The masks: I did my best to avoid those! Pulled down under my nose worked best when I absolutely had to have one on...I traveled to Florida several times and the flight attendants would have a cow if you didn't mask up...
Dr. Charles Hoffe let fly on Bonnie Henry and Public Health this morning at the Allison Inquiry presser He continues to stand up for Canadians as he has for the past 5 years!
There are thousands if not millions of similar statements from professional medics who were on the frontline at the time. Now it is time to listen to them. Great harm was done over the last few years. We will not forget.
The sun is shining on this beautiful Wednesday morning.
Come in to my Echo Chamber. I sometimes copy and paste good news and bad news. You may respond with a comment. I may or may not publish it.
Sweet seventeen and never been kissed
Publicity shots in France with Sir Alistair Morton on the Eurostar.
Time for a break in my truck
Guided tour of Barcelona Football Stadium
My 60th Birthday showing my first bus pass
Makeover for Chat Magazine
Trying out some roller blades I bought from a car boot sale
A walk over the Humber Bridge
Late evening charity walk for a Hospice.
Who am I ?
A retired lorry driver who is trying to keep my life normal, while those all around me are losing their minds. This is my diary. What I do and what I think about. You are welcome to read it. Toodle pip.