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.
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.
The swallows arrived in AB as well ... good sign ... so sick of winter ... can't wait for Vic day to put in my garden ... be well ... and don't be a stranger, eh? Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteCat, I love the return of Swallows. Their flight and sound are summer.
DeleteI really like your rant on the political and economic situation. There's going to be a major correction one of these days and it isn't going to be pretty. The crooks are already kicking up a fuss. The tax regime has to change. The tax rates benefit the rich guys greatly and middle classes have to contribute more than their share.
ReplyDeleteRed, I just hope that you aren't right. Something has to be done to stop their immoral behaviour.
DeleteYou're in a right ranting mood today Adrian. I'm getting the impression your not a supporter of Thatcherism nor of the economic rapers and pillagers. If you get rid of one lot then a different strain will step in to fill the vacuum. 'Twas ever thus.
ReplyDeleteGraham, sadly, you are correct. It is a world I have less and less in common with.
DeleteWoops, you've got a few fingers to blame, dead right though. And your dogs have it all done for them. Lucky buggers.
ReplyDeleteBob, I sometimes think that a pack of dogs behave better than humans.
DeleteYou paint a grim picture today... Hope you have a good time with your sister.
ReplyDeleteMonica, it is grim. Pylons and windmills all over and painted white not green or grey. It's nothing less than deliberate provocation.
DeleteAn excellent set of images today Adrian, and the words are on a par too.
ReplyDeleteLast shot reminds me of what a home should look like.
Keith, the bit the dogs sit in is just a lean to. I think my sister refers to it as the orangery....sorry I meant conservatory.
DeleteLove reading your rant Adrian.........half the windmills in Cornwall never seem to be working, what good is that.
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Peter, to be fair it seems that they run at around sixty percent but only when the wind blows. It has to blow not too fast and not too slowly. If they weren't so hideous they would be a joke.
DeleteI like the mood on that street scene with the clouds. Great you got to see your sister!
ReplyDeleteI just posted the whole song by Lulu. I know she's British and you might remember her.
DeleteYes, just realised now she's Scottish, but the movie is British.
DeleteMaria, it was a good weekend.
DeleteI was taken to a country mining village as a child to see my parents friends for a few days. It was a grim place then. The walks from the house into the fields didn't inspire me as the highlight of the trip was going to the coast at Burnt Island ... oh dear. I never knew about the decent parts of Fife until later. Thankfully I had Scottish relatives on the other side of the country to maintain my interest in the tartan scenery.
ReplyDeleteJay...they had soul. Thatcher was terrified of soul and destroyed it for the foreseeable future.
ReplyDeleteIt was grim but people loved each other and helped one another. They also worked damn hard which is more than than the witch did. She helped to polarize a country which isn't at all aggressive....except on Fridays.