Second Star To The Right

…and straight on ’till morning.

The last line from “The Undiscovered Country” (Startrek) – and is also Peter Pans’ guidance for the Darling children as they flew away.

Now it’s my mission – although I may not be doing the “To Boldly Go” bit, more “What the Hell, Let’s Go Anyway”. This is my first posting (or newsletter) for many months and I have a lot I would like to write about, but I will keep this short.

Briefly, this year has been “interesting” – starting with a bunch of MRI scans showing a series of lesions cerebrales (strokes), which have been going on for years, leaving my brain a junk box of cotton wool and candy-floss. Brains are adaptable and other bits compensate so I can get back to writing – one good thing is that, due to a better diet, I have lost weight.

The next on the agenda to sort out is lifestyle and business. I was not able to managing, websites, or build some of the new projects I started and was not even being able to carry through simple marketing tasks. I got tired very easily and some calculations I needed were beyond me.

My solution is to only do what I can finish and not start new stuff. Slowly slowly I am able to tackle old projects, some  have been languishing for many years, so, now to work.

To help this along I am re-installing my personal operating system to the last I can find that was stable – it seems that this was in 1967. This could be fun.

2012 has mostly been a year of stuff not quite happening. I tried to get several new projects moving, but seemed mired down in a personal Higgs field of dark matter, which is why I have not been writing or sending out news and information. So forward to 1967, the North Circular Road – the Ace Cafe, motorbikes and warm beer – it is as good a date as any to reset the timer – let’s see what happens. Perhaps I shall attempt to write “Some kind of language between people that is a new kind of poetry, that’s the poetry of the dancing bee”

Come and join me, sitting quietly on a hillside in the South of France

Light Softly Filters Through the Branches

I am taking control of what I eat – resisting food marketing and eating for needs.

The pleasure of walking the dog and foraging the fields and hedges – September is a bonus month

I am told there are 17 varieties of figs around us in the South of France – most justfall and rot on the ground now, but twisting a few from the tree and savoring the stucky pleasure is not to be missed.

Fr-uit from the fields around Villa Roquette

Fruits of the Fields around Villa Roquette

Blackberries tase different from bush each bush, it takes as much energy to pick a handful as tother is in the food perhaps – a great way to control a diet.

Soon the grapes will be harvested, the trick is to find the one vine in a field which is for the benefit of the pickers and not planted for wine. I guess the machines don’t notice this.

Local Fruit from the Fields around Villa Roquette

Villa Roquette has a store of wild fruit from local hedgerows

Almonds are naughty nuts – bitter trees shelter the sweet ones.

Now we take the deadwood from the fields and woodlands for our winter fuel, chestnuts – what can I do with the plenteous quinces?