I arrived at my sisters farm near Kinross to find that the kitchen is a building site. That’s fine and for twenty years it has been asking for a good seeing to.
I am on the edge of the central belt of Scotland. It’s very much like home in Derbyshire but worse, it’s colder.
What were once thriving mining communities with agriculture and heavy industry mixed in are now pretty grim. Since Thatcher politicians have been frightened of artisans. Prior to her, most appreciated skill as opposed to cunning. No good having a cunning mason or carpenter. Your roof depended on their skill. Look what has happened to her dream…..a crook for a son. She bred a whole country on devious morals. It has collapsed , the big bang in the City, cheap mortgages that were not cheap. To be fair I don’t think she intended it to be this way but her family got her stuck away free.
It’s all made worse by wind farms. Wind farms are an eyesore and I’m yet to be convinced that one big coal fired power station with gas scrubbers or a nuclear reactor with provision for using both the enriched and depleted uranium would not be more acceptable…….Are there any wind farms in the home counties? I know that there are no nuclear plants. To those buggers down there the rest of the country is a resource, pillage it is! They need demolishing and fast….. both the buggers down there and the wind farms. Both have proved their worth or lack of it.
The economy is in tatters yet it is the odd wee lass that has a kid out of wedlock that causes the depletion of national wealth…..Greedy buggers are living on millions of pounds worth of ill gotten gains, millionaires get interred for nowt and they blame young girls, irresponsible lads, cripples and the mentally handicapped for the countries demise.
Irresponsible politicians, bankers and fiscal crooks walk free….Free….they get multimillion pound bonuses for failure. Multimillion pound funerals free. Whilst having the bare faced cheek to call normal folk scroungers.
I seem to have had wandering fingers. It just all pours out.
There are few pictures so far. I arrived here and we set off to look for floor tiles…..I think we went to Dunfermline…..they have a bankrupt football club…Oh Dear!….. This building was the best I could find.
This morning I got a lift into Kinross.
Back to my sisters and the dogs had settled.
Alf has got a proper seat. The dog to his left is Rosa. Zoe, Rosa’s Mum is out of shot as is the Alsatian Myra. Molly had the settee to herself. Good to know that my dogs are properly socialised…They can mix with posh dogs....There was a clump of Molly fur on the floor but she manages okay without me.
Episode two will follow tomorrow. Alf being good with a hundred sheep but annoying two big horses. The swallows arrived a couple of days ago. Poor wee mites dodging hailstones and looking for midges! Great to see them, they are like the sun rising. It reassures one that all is well.
Have a really good weekend.