sweeeping down from the steppes carrying all before

Lovely day today. snow down to low level. Mount Holdsworth looked like mount everest with a fine mist of snow blowing off the top. tyhere is probably a name for this effect but I dont know that.

Cuzzy kev came round this morning. He had a shot at six fallow dear the other day. they all stood and looked at him but the sun came right down the scope. poo. Next time though.

am going flat out learning some old songs that I half looked at ages ago but never finished off. THe sounds of silence and learning the game by Buddy Holly. Need a new repertoire for the summer. simple stuff. no modulations or weird chords, voicings or inversions. Straight ahead.

I want to talk about the 1980's. I had a job indexing the local newspapers from way back in the 1880's and before. All great stuff. The original settlers were people of distinction, courage and some verve. They planned their towns and sooner or later the rag planter came round and started a paper.

The thing is they divided the towns into sections that now really constrain proper development and the best use of resources. For the last fifty years local borough councillors have been trying to squeeze more and more into less and less and failing miserably. Thety seem to be afraid of offending someone who died a hundred years ago. The originals would laugh at the timid creeping that passes for planning nowadays.

And I am not really a woodchopper but they seem to want to chop down trees that are out of the public view but get the wind up if some scrubby little bush is in the middle of  "THE PLAN".

derrrrrrrrrrrr

Brevik. Let him plea but dont let him speak. who the hell does he think he is?