Blog#56: ETs Everywhere
Part One
"Ah, that David Icke. He's the reptilian man. Ha Ha! It's the reptilians, he says. Reptilians. Ha Ha Ha!"
Slightly less so nowadays, but for years this has been the stock dismissal of David Icke, based on ridicule. The reptilians; what a lunatic. But maybe it was all a bit of a diversionary tactic.....
By . . .
Belinus#2: Of Chapels and Cairns
It is no more than a thirty-minute drive from where I live to the Clava Cairns. Or if, like me, you have no car, it is half an hour on foot into town, followed by another half hour on a bus, then a near-hour long walk on side roads and through wooded glades, to reach the Cairns. If you are busy, then this seems like a total waste of time. But . . .
Dr. Rashid Buttar, With Thanks
I was saddened and more than a little shocked to learn a few days ago of the death of Dr. Rashid Buttar. He was just 57 years old.
In case you do not know of Dr. Buttar, it can be put in a nutshell: he was one of the good guys. A man of courage and integrity, with the interests of all life at heart. 
I first became aware of . . .
Blog#55: Heretics, Part Three
Part One
From early 2020 I found myself embracing a far wider range of sources within the field of 'alternative' or 'independent' people and media than had been the case previously. Needs must, I suppose....
Since then, I have found a galaxy of courageous souls, prepared to sit up and speak what they consider to be . . .
Blog#54: Heretics, Part Two
In September 2021 Martha and I stayed for a few days in Edinburgh. It was unusual to be in Edinburgh at that time of year; typically accommodation is so expensive that it's out of the range of folk like us. However, in September 2021 many people were feeling the after-effects of spending much of the previous eighteen months as voluntary . . .
Blog#53: Heretics, Part One
Part One
It was Easter recently. When I was a kid, this was a time for eating, not to say pigging out. On Friday, there were hot cross buns. Nowadays you can buy hot cross buns all year round, but then they were a treat reserved for not-so-good Friday.
I would have recovered from the bun feast just in time for the main . . .
Blog#52: A Summer's Walk
I guess I was sixteen when I decided to walk the Pennine Way. It was 1969, and this long-distance footpath had been opened only four years beforehand. It was early days, and I felt something of a pioneer. Nowadays, I believe, most of the trail is clearly waymarked, and some is all too stone-and-concrete. In 1969, however, large . . .
