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All swell in the garden

The welcome rain is giving everything a rush.

The apple trees need a summer prune, although the apples are coming along nicely.

The tomato forest in the shed is reaching the roof and fruit is forming and growing.

The runner bean wall is covered with flowers and beans are forming . . . I’ve pinched out the tops.

Raspberries are having to be harvested daily.

Approaching a delicious time in the garden as so much comes to fruition.

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The evening light is magical . . .

. . . even after a couple of glasses of red wine or maybe even because of them.

I can’t get enough of these long, light evenings . . .

. . . and we need to treasure them when it’s cold, wet and stormy and we think we haven’t had a summer, because we’re having it now.

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Seven months on, should I revisit my views on joining a gym?

North Devon needs an MP who will stand up for it

The general election. We knew it was coming. I’m sure many people don’t want it, even though we need it. We needed it last year, but we have had to wait.

It’s a noisy election and on a national scale seems more unpleasant than other elections. It will be interesting to see how accurate the media and chatterers are about the outcome. I don’t think anyone can be sure.

What do I think? From a national perspective I believe we need a strong government that will have the guts to tackle some of the country’s problems as fairly as possible. Some of the decisions it will need to take will not be popular and there will be pain: we are in a mess and getting out of it will be hard work.

From a local point of view, I believe North Devon needs an MP who will represent everyone in the constituency and fight for the area. A desperate lack of investment in towns and infrastructure over decades needs correcting. Who will battle with their party, with Whitehall, with any of the establishment to achieve this?

That’s what I’ll ask any candidate who knocks on my door.

Will the government unleash another pitbull?

So the UK government is proposing more legislation and regulations affecting dog owners. This time to stop irresponsible owners and those who keep dogs ‘as a weapon’ or for fighting.

I don’t argue with the intentions, but once again we see government aiming to introduce poorly drafted, heavy handed measures that will impact on all dog owners. I have no concerns with micro-chipping: both our dogs are micro-chipped. I have no concerns with the concept of insurance, as both our dogs are insured, although it presents another opportunity for the insurance industry to raise premiums for existing policyholders.

What does concern me is that the people most likely to keep dogs as weapons or for fighting are unlikely to micro-chip their dogs or pay for insurance. If the dogs are kept for illegal purposes, do they ever get taken to a vet unless seriously ill? And who will police this, checking dogs are micro-chipped and insured? There are not enough services provided for dogs at the moment: most dog warden provision is purely an exercise in collecting revenue for councils from dog fouling with no real concern for the state of dog poo bin collection or anything else.

Presumably, using a dog as a weapon involves intimidating people or committing other crimes. Are there not existing laws to prevent this? Why aren’t the police taking action?

Unless human beings want to eradicate every form of life that creates any inconvenience, which includes every living thing that’s not human, we should recognise that dogs are living creatures needing exercise, stimulation and the chance to lead a life free from cruelty. At the moment, government and councils are anti-dog, seeing them as a source of cash from fines.

Most problems with dogs are caused by people: people who let their dogs foul pavements, who probably also drop litter which can harm both wildlife and young children who pick it up. I am sick of picking up dangerous litter dropped by humans. Last week a dog walker told me he had extracted a blunt Stanley knife blade from his puppy’s mouth dropped by kids. Problems are also caused by people who use dogs as weapons to back-up their own aggressive, malicious or illegal activities. They are a bigger problem than the their dogs.

These proposals seem to be yet another excuse to push the bigger, more fundamental problems aside, and appease the tabloids by doing something which sounds tough. If the people concerned knew they couldn’t get away with it, they wouldn’t keep aggressive dogs or use them the way they do. But they do know that they can get away with it. They know the police won’t stop them. They know that they can do anything they want.

So instead of dealing with the real problems, police and council officials will be fining ordinary dog owners for any reason they can think of.

My recommendation: focus on people and apply existing measures so that the perpetrators know they cannot break the law, ignore police and, what’s more, cannot abuse the dogs, which suffer most.

Shhhhhhhhh! I want peace and quiet

What is it about unceasing noise and activity that is so exciting? I don’t know. I’ve lived and worked in London, was born under the Heathrow Airport flight path, have been jostled by crowds at big events and on city streets, have listened to the unending rumble of distant traffic, so I’m well acquainted with hustle and bustle, but I’ve always sought peace and quiet.

I can remember as a child not being able to sleep on occasion and going downstairs and listening to the quiet in between the ticks and the tocks of our cuckoo clock. When I was lucky enough to attend lectures and seminars at St John’s Lodge in Regent’s Park, I loved walking around the pond and fountain in the Inner Circle in the winter when it was deserted. Who could have believed that Baker Street was so near? And so now I revel in the peace and tranquility of North Devon, 50 miles from the nearest motorway and even further from the nearest airport.

Exciting? A meaningless, empty word used by announcers on television and radio when they want to attract a younger audience. Usually it’s an empty promise. A lot of running around and making a noise does not guarantee excitement and sometime it can be just tiresome.

Exciting is seeing the first pussy willow unfurl, cooking a recipe successfully the first time or anything that means something to you. Noise and activity are not obligatory.

Perhaps some people like peace and quiet more as they get older, but I’ve always appreciated it. And I need it to enjoy the excitement of life.

Restart

Oh, What a Lovely War! Hm.

The Vicar of Dibley, hm.

Christmas, hm.

And now a New Year.

Hm.

Life has been busy. Even Christmas has been busy . . . with family and friends, with sorting out all the accumulated things to sort out that have piled up because of work and theatre, work and theatre and life and everything else.

So it’s not been much of a rest, which I usually like at this time of year, but it feels great to be in control again. There is hectic and hectic and I prefer hectic to hectic, although control is even more preferable.

And I did relax a bit . . .

. . . on Woolacombe beach.

So now I aim to write more and add more to the novel.

I hope you had a good Christmas too and wish you a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.

Counting to Christmas

I’ve always enjoyed the simpler aspects of Christmas and find this more so as my hair diminishes.

Yesterday we lit our Advent calendar (thanks, Neil) for the first time, an event I find helps put everything into perspective.

Like many, I’ve had a hectic, challenging year and look forward to slowing down at Christmas and enjoying time with loved ones. It’s also a good time to reflect on all around, appreciating what I have, not what more I want for Christmas. More of this or that doesn’t necessarily improve life.

I also aim to resume publishing Candyfloss and Pickles, which has halted briefly, while Oh, What a Lovely War! and Vicar of Dibley productions have dominated life.

So here’s to simplicity, Christmas, Life and day two of the Advent candle!

Keeping trim

I’ve had a bit of a autumnal spring clean of this blog and deleted all the daily instalments of my Candyfloss and Pickles novel as they were just cluttering up the pages. I’m still adding a daily instalment but on the chapter pages and also on twitter. It seems to make more sense.

As for keeping myself trim . . .

Government to impose speed limits on finger-nails

Why do they grow so fast? What’s the point? No sooner than you cut them, they grow again. And it’s not just finger-nails, it’s toe-nails and hair too. Just when you’ve got your hair comfortable after a good shearing, it starts flopping over your eyes. I’m surprised the Government hasn’t slapped a fix penalty on speeding finger-nails to refill its coffers and offset the billions it has wasted on buying collapsed banks – not much of a bargain if you ask me. But they probably wouldn’t stop there: soon they’d have speed cameras so they could issue fines for runny noses . . . hm, perhaps this idea is running away with itself. Stop here and now.