Searching for answers.

 Saturday morning and my viewing is with Professor Peter C Gotzsche, while I drink my first coffee. Here is a flavour of this eight minute video. 

"Big pharma is organised crime. In November 2014, I explained this in an interview that has been seen by half a million people on YouTube. I have now uploaded it on my own website. I said that our prescription drugs are the third leading cause of death, after heart disease and cancer. In 2024, I did more detailed studies and found that our drugs are the leading cause of death, and psychiatric drugs alone are the third leading cause of death. We should therefore take far fewer drugs than we take, which would lead to longer and better lives."

So then I go searching for more information, and find lots more from Mr Gotzsche. 

Here is a longer version. 1 hour 16 minutes. 

You may be interested in his conspiracy theories, but as we all know, often the theories turn out to be true. By the way I am not an influencer. People can form their own opinion, and either take note, or skip past this post. My blog is about what I do, how I spend my time, where I go, who I see, and my thoughts on a wide range of different subjects. 

I hope you have a good life. Enjoy your Saturday. Toodle pip.   ilona

Entertaining

 Is the coast clear? Is it ok to come out now? Have they gone? 

This post has self combusted. It is no longer here. It has disappeared. 

Toodle pip.   ilona

 

No more London.

Transport is falling apart. Drivers are refusing to go to some cities. New regulations, more intrusive cameras, no go areas which are deemed to be restricted to HGV, means that deliveries are being disrupted at an alarming rate. 

Ulez, clean air rules, mean big fines which will close down haulage companies or cause them to move to  out of town hubs, thus deploying smaller vans to make the actual deliveries. The Government are hell bent on pursuing the net zero scam. Many supermarkets were built with a minimum stockroom area, and rely on just in time deliveries. Now they need to reverse this, to ensure adequate stock levels for their customers. 

I'll add a note here. About halfway through my driving career, I decided I would never take another job which required me to go to London. It was always my worst nightmare, and still is. Leicester Heavy Haulage took me there several times, delivering huge concrete sections for the new build office blocks. I was very brave then. Driving down the M1 and parking up at Scratchwood Services overnight, for a 4am start in the morning down to the centre to miss the rush hour. When I left LHH I decided no more London. 

I was sad when I stopped work, but it had to happen because I wasn't enjoying it. I knew then that transport was on the decline. I had had the best times, 70's, 80's, and 90's. It had given me a decent standard of living, despite many drivers saying the wages were poor. I was happy with my lot, and after careful planning of my finances I am in a good place now. 

But times are getting harder for transport companies to survive the onslaught of all the new regulations being thrown at them. Like everything else that is going on, the Government are on a mission to destroy the infrastructure of the UK. 

Tuesday morning. I am going to the Post Office, then having breakfast, then doing a bit in the garden, then having lunch, then I will go and walk a circuit of the pond with my trolley, and pick up the litter around the waters edge. 

Have a good day. Toodle pip.   ilona 

What did I do yesterday

I had a lovely lunch. Seeded bread with peanut butter. Topped with an avocado and grated cheese, melted under the grill. Bliss. Now ready to go out. 

Another attempt to tidy up that grotty corner on Flixborough Industrial Estate. Only a few bottles of pee found this time. My bag is nearly full, so what do you do with a filthy lorry strap which has been buried in the bushes for a very long time. I need to squeeze this into the bag. 

Do what all self respecting lorry drivers do, roll it up tightly, and store it in a safe place on the back of your truck in the tool box. This one got left behind. There you go, fits nicely in the bag now. Problem solving is my forte.

I wonder why someone chucked this electronic kitchen gadget into the grass verge. Picked up, bagged up into an old found bag, and left by the general wheelie bin for collection. Don't know what it is, don't care. 

Test driving my new picking stick. Sadly not impressed. Flimsy cheap plastic, the grabber is at a funny angle, trigger needs a firm grip, twisting my arm sideways, and it made my wrist ache. Going back to the old one. 

Two very full bags to start a new pile at my drop off point at the Pond. There is a lot more tidying up to do there, when I have time to go back. 

While I was busy picking, a lorry turned up. The driver wanted to get unloaded at a factory, but was not able to. It was late and everybody had gone home. Nobody there to operate the weighbridge, so he had to park up outside the gate for the night and wait till the morning. I moved my trolley out of the way so he could park alongside the kerb. 

I got chatting with him, like you do. 😎😄😀 Nice cab, tipper trailer, big transport company. The conversation progressed from simple trucking talk, to what do you think of the state of the world right now. I told him a few of my trucking stories of past experiences. He listened intently. Then about what I have been doing since retirement. He asked questions about my long distance walking. Did you camp, what did I do for a bed every night. 

He was thinking about his own retirement, when it might happen, when would he be able to stop working. He told me he is 59, divorced and soon to have his mortgage paid off. I said, you could stop work right now if you check out your finances, money in, money out, balance the two, make a few changes to your lifestyle, it's up to you. 

And then we talked about everything else. Luckily he was clued up about the convid farce, so no need to say anything more about that. I recalled my experiences of keeping hold of my freedom while everyone around me was being sucked in. How I have made it my mission to keep as much of my freedom as I can. How I pay for almost everything with cash. He said he has gone along with the digital banking, because there is no alternative, and everything will be moved over to that. I explained that they want us to all live in little boxes, not go anywhere, can't afford a car, get groceries delivered and buy everything on line. Then he said it doesn't matter because by the time that happens he will be long gone. I said I am planning on another ten years, and I will hang on to my freedoms for as long as I can. 

Blimey to have that attitude when you are only 59 is a bit sad. To just give up and go along with whatever is thrown at you. That's no life. I could have given up lorry driving a long time ago, but I didn't. I hope I have given him something to think about. I will continue to share my thoughts with whoever wants to listen. 

Friday morning and it's a bit overcast. I will have to water up the plant pots because it hasn't rained for a few days. I will go and walk Billy dog in the next hour in case Carol goes out later. I can't get him out if she is not there.

Have a good weekend. Toodle pip.   ilona

Observations (edited) (x2)

 There was a lot of activity along our South Coast last night. I watched the live channels on yoootooob of our patriots making their way down there, ready to report on any boat landings as they happened. After the recent crossings into Gosport Portsmouth it was expected there would be a repeat of that. Other places were mentioned and there were people ready to welcome the arrivals at Dover. Boats are reported to be turning off their tracking devices to avoid detection, which is illegal and dangerous in busy waters. 

The shift of using other ports on our coastline to bring the boats ashore means that not only the south and south east coast are vulnerable to penetration, but the whole of the east coast up as far as Northumberland are also fair game. Our borders are wide open to abuse by anyone who has the determination to set sail from anywhere along the neighbouring European coastline. 

The people of the UK are at war with their own Government, who are facilitating these crossings. The welcome parties include warm dry clothes, food sustenance after their long and arduous journey, and a seat in a luxury coach to transport them to their prepared accommodation. All under escort from the Police. 

Our illegal guests in this country are handed a mobile phone with internet connection. Now here is my theory about this. Anyone who has the world at their fingertips in their pocket has the tools to work remotely. Van lifers do it, narrow boaters do it, they have jobs in which they choose their own hours to work. These same opportunities are available to anyone who has set foot on our shores, albeit illegally. They can get to work as soon as they announce their presence, such is the power of connectivity. 

Think about it. Someone with only a smattering of English can bluff their way into any job. Who is recruiting these newcomers? The same organisations that are looking to increase and facilitate more boat crossings. Don't forget it's not only boats they come in, they are flying in as well. 

When you take it to it's full conclusion. Anyone with a phone and internet connection can wreak havoc among those who are trying to protect their land. The battle is psychological. With millions of troll comments bombarding every aspect of social media it is easy to see that a battle of huge magnitude can be used to alter the course of the universe. 

Going into battle with your enemy might be a quick solution when bombs, guns, aircraft, boats, and boots on the ground are deployed. Remember the Build Back Better slogan. They first have to destroy. But there is a less messy way to do it. Bide your time, it can be done remotely and psychologically. It will take longer but if they can get people to instigate conflict within their own territory, with their own people, they will kill each other.  

My conclusion. I repeat my friends logical saying. You are authors of your own destiny. 

Comments are closed at the moment. I can't be bothered to get into he said she said, tit for tat, cat and mouse games. My opinions are my own. If they are not yours, that's fine.

Toodle pip.   ilona

EDIT

Andrew Lawrence gives us an update on what happened last night. The migrants weren't able to land at Gosport and were taken to Dover. 

2nd EDIT

Daniel the Black Belt Barrister has published this video on the shenanigans of last night. How much this operation costs the tax payer for police, coaches, and ambulances.

Can't be bothered.

Checking out some videos from around the world. We in the UK are not the only ones struggling to understand the madness of Governments who are on course to destroy their countries. I use the term madness, but of course it isn't. It's all planned. 

 I am so tired of HATE.... I see it EVERY SINGLE DAY. Listen to Nikki.

The same scenario is being played out in the whole of the Western World. Listen to Nikki from Canada. Every time she says 'Canada', change it to UK. She is a patriot who is passionate about her country. I feel the pain in her voice. 

There is no going back from this, unless more people wake up. 

Thanks for popping in. Comments are turned off at the moment. I see Cro has had an infestation of idiocy. He has more patience than me. I can't be bothered. There is one certainty though. I will not stop blogging. 

Toodle pip.   ilona

Insanity

 Stefan from Sanity 4 Sweden reports. Long time yoootoober. 73.3k subscribers. 39k views on this video. He is so ahead of the game. A wide awake guy. 

Some comments on this video. 

This is happening in all free countries. Exactly the same story in US & Canada

Same in Canada.🇨🇦

Same in London

Same old story. It happened recently with Poland.

Australia is the same..Comm/Green...importing migrant voters

This is the Left playbook. The West is screwed.

Talking of sanity, two funny comments came in here overnight. Someone is checking their computer in the early hours, or they are firing them across the pond from the US. Same person of course. Male, female, she, him, them, they, who cares. 

More evidence of insanity
And aligning yourself with Trump
- utter madness
Miriam

I’m with you Sue
I only read this blog as it proves to me that I remain sane
Miriam

Amusing. I'll get my admin staff to check them out. 😄

Toodle pip.   ilona

Staying positive

 I found Sandra Hart. She is ten years older than me. I respect people who are older than I am. They have so many life experiences to share. 

17,695 views 10 Sept 2026 #complacency #speaking #fear

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. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

News from SA

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. 

The Truth Report.  

This is his official yoootooob channel. 

Here is a bit about him. 

Rob Hersov

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.

It's late, now I must go to bed.

Goodnight. ilona

All is well.

This is a video I recorded yesterday. Sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the fields is a great leveller to chase off the gloom and doom. If things are getting you down, take time out to look inside yourself for answers. They are there, you just need to do a bit of soul searching. 

Green soup for tonight. Carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, and spinach, with a smattering of garlic, turmeric, oregano, and grated cheese on top. Lovely.

Garden done, brown bin filled, small sewing project finished, dog walk done, chatting on the phone with a friend. All is well.

Toodle pip.   ilona 

Traumatic experience (edited)

 This video resonates with me. Jennifer talks about how the plandemic affected her. 

In March 2020, the WHO officially declared the COVID-19 outbreak a pandemic.In May 2023, the WHO declared an end to the public health emergency of international concern. Here’s what happened along the way.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

I remember going to the small Tesco store to do my shopping because I had heard horror stories about the one way system in the big store.

I had a small basket of purchases as I approached the checkouts. I stepped forward a couple of feet while I was waiting, to browse the alcohol shelves, thinking I might buy a bottle of beer. A woman who was in front of me turned round and glared at me. She looked down and pointed to the arrows on the floor, and looked up at me. She said, 'they are there for a reason' . She was telling me to keep my distance. I didn't answer back because that is not my style. I did not understand what all the fuss was about. I felt hurt and embarrassed. I waited my turn to be served, but I never went back to that shop again. 

I did eventually give the big Tesco a try, thinking it can't be that bad. Big shop, plenty of space, I will try not get too close to people. It was like a military operation. Follow the arrows, do not go the wrong way. They had security staff at the end of each aisle watching that everyone was following the rules. I wanted to miss an aisle and go straight to the next one because I only wanted one more item. I walked past him and went to the dairy fridge and got my yogurt. Is this how it's going to be forever. When will this madness stop.

I decided I am not going through that again and changed my shopping habits. From then on I only shopped at Aldi at 9pm at night. I tried wearing a mask, just the once, but that was too traumatic for me. After that I wore a lanyard exempting myself. I need to breath, I am not covering my face. 

I was beginning to think my life was coming to an end. It's not worth living if this is how it is going to be forever. The only relief I had was to walk out into the countryside every day. Walking alone through the fields. I always imagined that lockdown is a term used when prisoners were confined to their cell. I am not in a prison. So I will carry on with my life, and just keep away from people. 

I thought, I can manage this, I will get through it. I watched and listened to what comes next. People were queuing up to get some kind of treatment, which they said will get rid of this bug that's going around. Roll your sleeve up and we'll stick a needle in your arm. Then came the news that it won't be just one small prick, there will be lots more to follow. 

I didn't let on in the beginning, that I was not going to get the treatment. If I told anyone they would hate me. And they did. Eventually I did speak about it. I lost count of how many people told me I must. They insisted I have to. They still hate me to this day. 

My friends, what few I had left, told me that they will get all the jabs available. They were eager to get a swab stuck up their nose, One friend had to go to hospital because they shoved the testing stick that far up it broke through a membrane. She had to get a blood vessel cauterised to stop the bleeding. Thank goodness I had already decided not to go down the testing route. 

The bullying and coercion from the Government, the NHS, and everyone else, continued for a long time. It was ramped up. Why were they pushing so hard. It went on and on. I began to see a division in friends and families. People in heated arguments. No socialising, no visiting in each others homes, people physically backing away from me. It happened in my family. I had virtually no contact with my sister, except for the odd phone call. Then four years ago she cut off all communication between us. Those years were lost, and when we did start speaking to each other it was too late. Her and her husband took all the jabs. I wish she had listened to me. I blame the Government for her death. The plandemic did exactly what it was supposed to do, drive a wedge between families and friends.   

Here's another one from Jennifer. I like this woman. 

The aftermath. What happened has definitely left it's mark on me. Just as I was enjoying my retirement my life was turned upside down. I will never forget those bleak years. Yes, things have moved on, but that is not the end of the story. There will be more upheavals, as those rich and corrupt people will dictate the next wave of fear to spread throughout the world. Be ready. 

Now I am going to collect my car from the garage. They lent me a Honda Jazz to come home in. I won't be buying one. 😬 

Toodle pip.   ilona

EDIT. 

Sarah has done her last shift as a nurse. She explains why, after 16 years, she is giving up. 

The village that was washed away. (Edited again +2)

 Hundreds of people have had their community completely obliterated. Their whole life washed away, they have nothing left. Those who survived are looking for lost love ones, who will probably never be found. 

It is heartbreaking to watch someone drag a body out of the water, perhaps a family member, and attempt to resuscitate them. They try and rescue their animals, when most of their village has been swept away. 

Now we have the situation that thousands of people need help, but what do we do. We invite thousands of  economic migrants onto our land and give them everything they want. All in the name of diversity and whatever fancy name they call it. 

I would like to see them all sent back to where they came from. And all the money saved, to be spent on those who have lost all their possessions and desperately need help.

The world is topsyturvy. The greedy grabbing richest people who already own most of everything, want even more. They make me sick. 

Try and enjoy your Friday, have a good weekend. Toodle pip.  ilona

New news report. 

No matter what the nasties throw at me, all I am trying to do is pass on news. 12000 people are reported missing. 

The aftermath. Another news report. Identifying bodies washed up along the river. 

Another journalist sends in her report. My heart is breaking for them. 😭

The wrong tribe.

 Good morning.

I think enough has been said about the rise and fall of Mr Arday, but I will pop in here with my own thoughts. He was dragged into the machine of wokery to satisfy the inclusion circus which is currently an epidemic of the lefties. He was bigged up as their poster guy, and encouraged to embroider his achievements into epic proportions, to massage the egos of the ghouls who see themselves as saviours of  the universe.  

Universities are the slaves of those who have pumped the most money into their sausage machines. They can all be bought. They will go to any lengths to ensure that no one will get in their way as they continue their rise to fame and fortune. Mr Arday was a gift, he was sacrificed on the alter of wokery. It suited their purpose to splash his achievements, however fragile they turned out to be, all over the media. 

This is what the radical left do. They drag you in. If at first it all goes well and you are accepted into the cult, eventually they will turn on you. Mr Arday suited their needs, for a while. But as soon as the press dug into his background and found it was not all it appeared to be, they left him to flounder on his own, with disastrous consequences. 

We see numerous examples of lefty speak, they are easy to spot. They are radicalised to the point of being incapable of acting alone. As I have said before, they hunt in packs. 

Rest in peace, Mr Arday. Sorry but you joined the wrong tribe. 

Catch you later. Toodle pip.   ilona

Too late.

 Good morning. 

Question. What's the evidence? 

My answer. Use your eyes, 

use your ears, 

engage your brain, 

and the evidence will become obvious. 

Someone who rejected everything I was talking about over the last few years, now knows better. 

And it's too late. 

Make sure you live your life now, because tomorrow may never come. 

Looking sunny today. Have a good weekend. Toodle pip.   ilona

Life is a numbers game.

 Good morning. 

I've got a stat counter on my blog. It used to give me lots of extra information when it was free. Then they put a charge on it and that free information became an upgrade which incurs a payment. I decided not to go down that route, so now I still have the basic weekly update. 

Not that I am interested in numbers. A quick glance and delete the email. It doesn't matter to me how many people visit, or whether they come back again, or disappear forever. It's just numbers. 

I am not about being popular, not looking for praise, and I am not in competition with other bloggers. People will naturally find their niche, their tribe, online and in real life. Whatever makes them happy. Some people crave to fit in somewhere, I crave for my freedom to do whatever I like. That might seen arrogant to some, but it is how I have lived for most of my life. The feeling of being answerable to no one makes me happy. 

Average Daily Traffic

Page Views 671.1  Prev Week 687.1   Unique Visits 613.3  Prev Week 622.9   First Time Visits 444  Prev Week 440.6   Returning Visits 169.3  Prev Week 182.3

Daily Traffic Breakdown

Page Views Unique Visits First Time Visits Returning Visits Mon 594 559 387 172 Tue 591 542 383 159 Wed 781 705 516 189 Thu 591 543 400 143 Fri 648 588 433 155 Sat 713 650 469 181 Sun 780 706 520 186 Total 4,698 4,293 3,108 1,185 Avg 671 613 444 169 I hope you have a good day, and a good week. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

Making a stand.

 When I want to make a point in a blog post and I am stuck for words, it is refreshing to drop on a yoootooober who has exactly the same thoughts as me. I have been following Bjorn for a while. he is an author he writes books. He is Norwegian, and speaks excellent English, and talks a lot of common sense. 

So here is his latest video speaking the words I could have said myself. I agree with every word he says. 

Bjorn Talks shares personal frustrations regarding the increasing administrative demands and complex third-party software requirements often imposed on content creators today. This candid reflection highlights the personal toll of balancing creative passions with the bureaucratic hurdles frequently encountered when managing a digital presence.

The lesson here is find your own people. Go with your gut instincts, stop doing what you don't want to do, and concentrate on what you do want to do. 

Makes perfect sense to me.

Toodle pip.   ilona

The moon at midnight.

Good morning. 

It was warm when I stepped outside at midnight to check on Mayze, and make sure the hedgehogs had enough food. I snapped a few pics of the moon. Did you see it where you were? The question is, do I crop or not crop. 

Did you see the kerfuffle meaningful discussion, on Cro's blog yesterday? I commend him on tackling a sensitive subject. He has more patience than I have. I was pleasantly surprised to see that many more people are waking up to the true horrors that are in the pipeline for the demise of humanity. 

Joining the dots is advisable if we are to stay ahead of the game. Forget all the inflammatory language bandied about by those who refuse to acknowledge that we are heading for difficult times. Forget all the insults used to attack those who think differently. There is no far left and far right. These are terms invented to create confusion in the minds of ordinarily normal people. Those who think rationally and have the ability to work things out for themselves are onto a winner. 

The one percent of those who control everything, can be thwarted by the 99 percent who don't consent to this. You have to stand up and say no. You have to claim your right to say no. If you don't, just follow the sheep. The herd will look after you. 

Now I am going to Coffee Morning. Enjoy your day.  Toodle pip.   ilona

Waiting

 Good morning

It is Friday. 

Thank you for your comments. I will not be publishing them, they are personal to me. 

Now it is a waiting game. In limbo. Waiting for news. 

Sorry, this is cryptic. 

I see that Ann Widdecombe has passed away. Very sad. A true patriot.

Looks like another hot day. This limits what I can do outside. 

Have a good day.

ilona

Stop and breath

 Good morning.

Someone put a report in on the UK Litter Picking page. They have been monitoring two laybys on the A453 in North Leicestershire, for two years. They have taken photographs and gathered video evidence of the litter problem there. Over that time they have contacted every environmental agency and every authority they can think of to come and sort the problem out. This has led to a lot of dead ends where no one is interested. The litter picker has reached the end of her tether, she feels that she has exhausted every avenue available to her, and is about to give up. I sense the despair in her lengthy report on this situation. 

The hardest thing to do is stay motivated when everything seems to be against you. I should know all about that. The messages you pick up are telling you to give up. To stop. But you carry on in the hope that it will all come right in the end. The obvious is staring you in the face. Life would be so much easier if you just gave up and settled for a less meaningful life. Where you just got on with doing what everyone else was doing. Just throw the litter down and add to the pile. Walk away from it, not your problem. 

I didn't walk away from lorry driving. I stuck with it, and in the end it did work out well. But not everyone has my resolve. Women did give up when it all became too much. Everyone has their breaking point. How much anger, conflict, and misery can you take before you eventually crack and say, I'm out of here. 

Self belief has a lot to do with it. In any situation you can only give as much as you have in reserve to see you through to the end. When the tank is empty you stop giving. Oh, you can try to push on further through the barrier which is screaming you to stop. With each push you become weaker. The end will come when your world totally collapses and you drive yourself towards insanity. 

This has happened to me when I have endeavoured to make relationships work. I stuck with it, but only for a certain length of time. Eventually I knew it was never going to work. Then it was time to move on, to save my sanity. 

To the lady who has been struggling to tidy up the layby's, to anyone who is stuck at a dead end in their life, to anyone who is on the wrong track, there is nothing more important than your own mental and physical health. It would be nice if everything we ever did ended in success. We can try our best, we can change direction, but there will come a time when we need to stop and breath. Every morning is the start of a brand new day. Embrace that feeling. 

Enjoy your weekend.  Toodle pip. ilona 

An interview worth watching.

I'm a bit late getting this out tonight. It's fascinating watching five hedgehogs running about on the garden.

I have been following UK Column for a few years now This is the news channel that you can rely on for what is really going on in the world. They have recently put out this interview with Jonathan Marshall. Here is a little bit about him taken from his web site.

Jonathan Marshall has been a professional falconer and horse trainer since 1985. He has performed at some of the largest outdoor events in the world and has entertained audiences of up to tens of thousands at a time. His Free Spirits live experience is totally unique and includes stunning horses and falcons which work together in a carefully choreographed performance. 

As a motivational speaker and story teller Jonathan is considered a master. He can hold the attention of any crowd and have them rolling with laughter one minute and crying with emotion in the next. In recent years it became increasingly obvious that it was Jonathan's ability as a communicator that was his gift and by using his horses and falcons he continues to spread his powerful message at his live performances and personal appearances.

After a spectacularly well received UK Column interview in April 2025 (https://www.ukcolumn.org/video/thinki...) Jonathan Marshall is back.

In another riveting conversation with Charles Malet, Jonathan discusses the influences pushing young people toward a life of introspective compliance and the danger that poses.

Jonathan is a member of the wide awake club, know what I mean. He has sussed it all out. A smashing interview that gives me some hope that it will all come right in the end. 

After spending the morning sewing, I wanted to get the arty project finished, I did a dash to Aldi this afternoon. They shut at 4pm on a Sunday. I made time to do a litter pick. I parked on the Industrial Estate, and went down the long back alley. Frustrating to see litter trapped behind an eight foot high fence with no access to get it out. 

I got halfway down there and my bag was full, so I decided to walk right to the very end of it, to see how much litter there was, and where it came out at the other end. Oh my, lots and lots and lots of litter and fly tipping. What an awful mess. It's going to be too much for me to tidy up. I will keep checking my Industrial Estates. Just one bag today. 

 

Now I have to go and get Mayze in. She would stay out there all night if I let her. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona