Who would destroy such beauty only man in search of bounty. written 1976

The bouncing spirits of sunlight dancing through shimmering foliage,

Tiny rivers of flowing gold caressing the gentle green,

Soft blue shadows swaying with the movement of the trees,

Diamond white sky becoming the very primer of the eye,

The burning umber of the earth bearing the weight of the canvas

Like a mother nursing her child,

The sudden flight of a bird the rising of a shadowy soul,

It’s warning cry of alarm an anguished cry for peace,

Who would destroy such beauty only man in search of bounty.

  

Just realised I wrote this ten year ago after the big opp

Do you know where you’re going,

Will you be happy there.

                                            I wonder.

Is your journey long,

Will you make it there,

                                           I wonder.

The burdens you carry,

Will they become too heavy,

                                          I wonder.

Will there be somebody with you,

Will they share your load.

                                          I wonder.

Me I’ve not far to travel,

And my load it only light.

          I now have time to wonder.

Written to my kids in 1974

Kids

I’ve seen that joy in you,

Natures joy as fresh as dew,

The sun shining on your face,

Gives it more than simple grace,

It burns with passion,

It extends its warmth all around,

And makes your tender joy abound,

The happiness I get from you,

Makes life so fresh and new

I wrote that in 1974, thirty seven years ago and nothing’s changed

What freedom have they

What name do you kill in,

What excuse for your sin.

Will you destroy a kingdom

In the name of freedom

Do your fathers condone your crime

Have your mothers wept for this time

Will you suffer your children

That they must carry your burden

Or will you teach them to kill

Their hearts with hate fill

To carry on it your place

So that they destroy their race

What feeling when you see the dead

They are your countrymen that bleed

Your bombs that destroyed them

Will you rejoice in this day

What freedom have they

I wrote that in 1974, thirty seven years ago and nothing’s changed 

lovely artwork

Pretty little boat lovely artwork will be a real dazzler when finished 

What’s the difference

What’s the difference between a solicitor and an estate agent? The solicitor takes five years of study to become an arsehole whereas the estate agent is just naturally gifted 

BW to sell occupied cottages

It is always the way that when a large organisation like BW is about to be turned into a charity the fat cats at the top try to sell off as many of the assets as they can. By doing so they are able to give themselves large pay increases and fat bonuses, a, because they can show there is the funds to pay for it and b, that they are entitled to the money as a share in the profit’s BW have made. To say it is so that the money can be invested elsewhere is the usual red herring these kind of people use to justify their actions.

It is almost guaranteed that by the time charitable status is established BW will have been stripped of all its assets and profits lost in a mired of money wasting projects that only benefit those at the top.

As I understand it none of these people have any outside experience or qualifications concerning canals, waterways or marine engineering but are made up from the unscrupulous ranks of estate agents and solicitors and are now supported by a government made up of PR consultants, management consultants and someone who used to be in wallpaper. So is it any wonder the waterways are going down the drain.

The thing that makes me most angry is that these vultures, for that’s what they are, do all this off the backs of hardworking volunteers and can’t even be bothers to turn up to give a word of praise or thanks, deeming it below their stature, and usually send some minion (also usually unpaid) to do it for them.

I could rant on for ages these people make me so angry. These are the ones who are bringing this country down with their greed. There so much more I could say but I leave it open for others to add and to and continue.

ducks

i just think its a nice picture

wood carving

I don’t get many requests, who am I kidding this is the first, so here are the photos of the carved grab post I made when I had the yacht Aegier. The dolphin design is not original but taken from a book “Marine Carving Handbook” by Jay s. Hanna, a little gem.

Windchelsea Beach

I call this the waiting widows; they are the remaining posts from the old jetty where the Mary Stanford was launched on that faithful night

Winchelsea beach

some shots of Winchelsea beach from before the local authority’s destroyed the groins

Becky with the cob

the Becky with my Northumberland Cob and lake in the background

Just one reason for living on the Becky

photo of the Becky