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I managed a walk to the lanes being teased by watery sunshine. Now I am back and the sky is darkening ominously. The wind is picking up so we must be in the eye wall.
It wasn't nearly as bad as the forecast might have suggested. I used the wet day to shop in town. It was sunny but very breezy later.
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A longer walk today. Mixed sky with very little sunshine and watery at best. Cool on my hands at first.
An hour and half to the lanes and well beyond. 237 pictures. I was snapping away at windmills and ploughing tractors. Another was seed drilling behind the first tractor.
Ducks on a distant pond. Which I didn't want to disturb. Misty, multilayered landscapes which didn't quite work.
The Head Gardener issued an emergency gate pass to let me fetch some butter from the shops. It was blowing quite hard. Which helped me uphill at times but slowed me on the way back. Still going well. Only 7 miles not out.
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A walk to the lanes in bright sunshine. A tractor was ploughing the stubble. Not much else to report.
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I promptly changed to my wet weather, winter jacket. Which proved to be slightly too warm despite wearing only a T-shirt underneath. It was very fortunate that I wore the jacket. Half way through my walk it started raining heavily and continuously. This followed a loud rumble followed by a terrific thunder clap right overhead!
There was forestry work going on in the woods. Huge, conifer tree trunks lay in long stacks. As I was moving through the beech woods I had another shock. I nearly stepped on a hare. I had no idea whether it was dozing or pretending not to be there. It dashed off like a rocket.
Restless gulls were moving across the dark brown, newly seed-drilled, landscape. Literally hundreds of chaffinches were disturbed by my perambulations. They left the overgrown field hedge beside the track. Flew out in a semi-circle and returned to the hedge further on. Things went badly wrong when they finally ran out of hedge and flew off across the fields. Several mid-sized birds of prey were soaring in the area but moved away. Fortunately I had recently reproofed the jacket and it was shedding the rain superbly.
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To add to his long list of abject failures, Boris "The Clown" now proves he can't even organize a fire in a petrol station. Oh, and that the "Gravelies" are as selfish and as brain dead as anywhere else on the planet. Mind you, the thought of a cheap "trafficked" Eastern European driver behind the wheel of a British petrol tanker doesn't exactly fill me with confidence. Do they have to prove they can drive on the "wrong side of the road" first? Remind me, what did Boris say his qualifications were for being in charge of his very own, serial, disaster movie? "Bad hair day" doesn't even begin to describe it!
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Walking around the local fields for a change of scenery. Very distant hot air balloons disappearing over the horizon. Still tiny on full zoom.
Spent the day in the garden working on a project. The sun broke through around 16.00.
Here is a legacy image to show what autumn might look like.
Australia's coal-prone PM suggests he will be absent from the coming climate banquet. Hasn't he heard of Atomic power? Tee he. Solar? They have more sunshine than they can use. Wind? Gas bags like him we can do without.
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A walk to the lanes with excursions to satisfy my curiosity. I'd seen a distant digger at work in a field and it needed investigating. Not exciting.
Lots of swallows gathering. Well over fifty, at a guess. They were chasing each other and landing on trees and buildings. Even getting in the way of the local sparrows. Which were having their Saturday meeting.
After that it was only a few Hooded crows. Pecking at the fields in the hope of breakfast. A dead deer had been dumped behind a hedge. Road kill? Or shooting? Who knows?
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An hour's walk to the lanes with detours. A hare was dozing three fields over. Early sunshine brightened the views briefly. It soon became overcast.
Beware distant hares. They are the harbingers of chaos!
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Already breezy for my morning walk to the lanes. I was trying to photograph a distant tractor. Which was climbing a steep hill with a seed drill at the back. The wind kept buffeting me. Making a steady hand almost impossible. Then my cap blew off. So I gave up and moved on.
The new, vital, climate statistic is CO2 released from wildfires. The US is leading as usual. With as much CO2 released from this year's wildfires. As was deliberately manufactured by the whole of India's, upper, middle classes.
Boris "The Clown" Johnston, the supposed, UK PM, demands the world "grow up" and cut emissions. Just as the self-entitled blimp returns from a personal jaunt to see the US president. And all for this week's photo op?
This was the main <cough> news story on the "trust our adverts" [sic] bbcA [bbcADVERTISING.com] news website. Guess what? The headline was surrounded by huge picture adverts for cheap [?] air travel holidays! Time for Boris and the bbcA to grow up? Nah, there's nearly a decade left before they'll need waders just to get to work.
I wonder if they are still jailing unmarried mothers in Gravely Blighted. i.e. Those who can't afford to pay the bbcA's multimillionaire, football commentator, celeb, super-sportscar fund. Laughingly known as "The British TV license." Keep taking the money!
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Wednesday 22nd 50-66F, bright but waiting for the promised sunshine.
Just a walk to the lanes. I must stop wearing a jumper. It is not nearly cold enough yet.
Genocidal, lifetime dictator, Sly "Plague" Jinping says he won't give crippling loans to developing countries for Chinese, coal fired, power stations. He will, however, continue to build Chinese coal fired power stations at the rate of one new one per week.
Anything the rest of the world does now is utterly pointless. China will simply replace any reduction in CO2 ten times over.
It turned sunny in the late morning and warmed up nicely. Storm forecast for Denmark tomorrow. Hopefully, much further north of us. The leaves are still on the trees. Which could cause serious problems.
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Tuesday 21st 51-60F, heavy overcast, rain promised. A band of rain coming from the NW arrives about 11.00. My familiar walk to the lanes. Grey, but as much green therapy as ever.
The promised rain waited until 10.30. Despite the clear band of rain on the radar they [The DMI] had removed the rain from the hourly symbols. Now showing rain this afternoon.
Did I mention the rain? I am desperately trying to avoid mentioning anything in the news. 😏
Shopped in the car. Masked as always.
Mmmm! McLardy's shit bomb on the verge.
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Just a walk to the lanes in bright sunshine. Snapping away at all the berries and rose hips. Still lots of swallows about.
The Japanese knotweed was looking pretty in the early sunshine.
It soon became cloudy again.
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A cool walk to the lanes under a grey sky. A chevron of geese went over. Lots of swallows zooming about. Pheasants made their strange, clucking noises in the winter crops. I startled three of them near the road. They flew off untidily before quickly dropping out of sight.
The pretty flowers are from an autumn crop which followed the main harvest. The majority of the flowers in this vast field are white. With only a few of the pinky-violet for decoration. The danish name translates [roughly] to vinegar oil and honey herb. The latter having the coloured flowers.
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Chris Anker Sørensen, the former, Danish, racing cyclist, has been struck and killed by a car. While riding his bike in Belgium.
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How does an identikit caveman prevent little girls from being educated? That's as easy as ABC: With an AK47, of course. Identikit cavemen are obviously terrified of little girls. Educated women would not put up with the identikit cavemen's deluded bullshit and bullying.
Will the identikit cavemen give Jinping "Plague's" food aid only to the boys? It is quite possible. Hang on though... Who will they publicly flog, beat and behead if they have no women left to torture? Even identikit caveman need a hobby.
Prior to the arrival of the identikit cavemen 1/3 of the government workforce were women. It's going to take rather more than an AK47 to get the remaining 2/3 of male workers to run the country properly. Given that the [normally] invisible women in the workforce were doing most of the heavy lifting. It will take thousands more men to get the job done.
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CO2 is expected to rise by 16% in the coming few years. Instead of falling as promised at the Paris banquet and elsewhere. The experts are now talking about 2.7C above pre-industrial levels.
They had only one job. Save the world and safeguard their citizens. They only pretended they would do so.
Denmark and other geographical, medieval legacies, may have the answer: Fuel poverty. Tax electricity even further beyond the average Dane's ability to pay. Then bribe them into believing that heat pumps will save the world.
Except that they wont. They will lead to massive electricity bills for the vast majority. i.e. Those who do not live in well insulated homes or flats. With their stoves gone there will be lots of those who cannot burn the last of the furniture to keep the kids warm. Used industrial pallets, for home heating, will go through the roof. The drugs mafia will take over this far more lucrative service. But hey, that's progress! 👍
Meanwhile, the price of fuel for the citizen's aging [but vital] car makes it uneconomical to continue ownership. Another brick falls into place. Less traveling = Lower CO2. Easily proven from 2020 when our supposed "betters" utterly failed to contain the Jinping Plague. A million EVs on the Danish roads? No need. Nobody could afford the monopoly money prices anyway. Not after taxes on taxes on taxes.
"Look to us!" They will cry. "We saved the world by reducing CO2." The economic pressures on the ever poorer citizen lead to much reduced consumption. Businesses steadily lose their customer base. Jobs are lost. Economic collapse begins as the vast plans for "greening the economy" grind the consumer into the coming, economic, dust bowl.
Next comes AI and the robot revolution. Swathes of once-reliable employment simply vanish overnight. Unemployment soars in step with ever rising prices and massively reduced, tax income.
The only safe jobs are in the idiotically dubbed, "Job Centers." Where only trained sociopaths are guaranteed employment. Fat bonuses for every citizen turned away empty handed. Always after an intensive bullying session to well rehearsed bullshit. Their work ethic and motto: "Keep them VERY afraid!"
Now mix in hundreds of millions of wandering climate refugees. Endlessly searching for an escape from their former dictators amid uninhabitable, newly-desert conditions. Only to find populist [wannabe] dictators in every new land. Each border protected by an army of snipers and electrified fences. The latter suitably fed from "green" sources, of course.
And everybody The 1% lived happily ever after on Mars. 😉
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A circular route on steep stubble fields. A tractor was ploughing two fields over while I snapped away at the undulating landscape.
This is probably the worst time of year for landscape photography. Dull overcast and bare earth, or stubble. Though the steeply rising stubble prairie was looking gorgeous in bright sunlight the other day. The oil seed rape stalks were all lit up to shining gold as far as the eye could see.
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Thursday 16th 58F, breezy and rather cloudy.
The BBC News website now has been infected by the YouTube advertising plague. They even use the YouTube damned lies in claiming an advert can be skipped. Or will end in a few seconds. Only to be replaced by another. The BBC claiming the moral high ground? The adverts you can trust? GFY!
May they all die screaming in the hellish sewer of their own making! Only trash needs to be advertised. Anything of value and quality sells itself. Or enjoys word of mouth promotion. Even that has been obscenely corrupted by paid "influencers." Money grubbing trash would sell diseases to their own, bastard spawn. Seeing adverts of models flaunting themselves in clothes made by child slaves tends to get on my nerves. But that's BBC News adverts for you.
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Wednesday 15th 57F, breezy, with a pink sky in the east. Heavy rain expected all day and night.
A brisk, early walk to the lanes in anticipation of an impending downpour. 8.30 now and there hasn't been a drop. Though there was a lonely, blue hole in the sky. Dirty orange holes too amongst the smudgy grey. A convoy of large, farm tractors, with very long, hay bale trailers approached. Presumably contractors.
The verges have only now been trimmed. So the wild plants had plenty of time to drop their seeds this year. The growth may have limited my escape routes from the crash test dummies but it was in a good cause.
One piece of news which may have consequences is the banning of products being imported to the EU made using forced labour. Better close down all Chinese imports now then.
Any attempt at certification will be just more lies from the genocidal, lifetime dictator. Sly "Plague" Jinsociopathping.
Imagine the cost to China of being run by these parasitic, narrow minded chumps? China, the Copycat Capital of the Patent thieves World. Never knowingly invented anything.
How do take the moral high ground when you are a deluded caveman who likes bullying and murdering the innocent? Get an AK47. What does the moral police have to do with deliberate starvation? Ask a caveman.
It began raining at 11.00am and is expected to stop around midnight. Hardly a drop in the ocean compared with the records being set around the globe on a weekly basis.
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Tuesday 14th 56-64F, overcast.
Fine rain was falling as I left for my walk. The drizzle became steadily worse. Obscuring the distant views like mist as I climbed the steep, stubble fields up to the forest. I returned by another way across further stubble fields.
I kept snapping away. Trying to capture the landscape from fresh viewpoints. Which are usually denied to me because of the crops. It feels odd, sometimes, to be standing, or walking, in once distant, completely inaccessible situations. Looking back, or even down, at my usual routes.
The zigzag main track to the forest must be a relic of smaller fields. Meanwhile, the background "hills" are probably only a few meters higher than the foreground.
Afternoon, heavy, grocery shopping in the car. Yet again, I was the only one wearing a mask. Brightened up in the late afternoon with some blue skies.
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Sunday 12th 61F, overcast. Showers possible. The sky broke up to very cloudy with brief glimpses of sunshine and blue patches.
A walk to the lanes. Where a Marsh harrier flew the entire length of the field parallel to the lane. Followed by a talkative pair of herons. A large, black beetle decided to cross the road as I approached. It made it to midway before two cars straddled his route. Whereupon he retreated back the way he had come. Later I could see a pheasant further down the road. It crossed the road twice between cars. I waved my arms but it ignored me. Finally a car just missed it and the bird flew off into the fields. Many slugs and a single large frog were not so lucky.
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Friday 10th 61F, overcast. Risk of showers. It rained at 12.00. Shopped in the car.
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Thursday 9th 57-75F, bright sunshine from a cloudless sky. An early walk. A long, warm and sunny day.
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Another walk across the stubble fields. Haze spoilt any hope of distant images.The ducks on the marsh pond were too well hidden behind the weeds on the bank. Tractors ploughed the stubble on several hills. Or sewed new seeds. A black cat risked another of its lives in crossing the road. These small details are life and death to some.
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The image shows yesterday's sky. There was nothing but grey for most of today.
Our world becomes increasingly populated by cavemen. They carry our modern weapons to bully us and impose their cavemen ways. Fellow cavemen, in stolen, luxury caves will support them. Either they know no better. Or bullying is their only way to survive their boredom between enjoying their summary executions.
Governments are only the servants of the people. Their only task is to distance their people from the caves and the bullying cavemen. To nurture and carry their people forwards to an ever better future. There is nothing in there about maintaining the 1% in the obscene style to which they are accustomed. There is nothing about stealing the people's waking hours. Merely to glister their own caves with daubs and ephemeral trinkets.
The guardian [200 years of advertising] .con will demand you give them all your personal details in exchange for this clickbait headline. Because advertising is their lifeblood. Their [withheld] news is just more collateral damage on our dying world. If the story was so important it would not be hidden behind their advertising hoardings. Buy your highly selective news. In exchange for your inside leg measurement and which side you dress. Information to be shared widely and to those over whom you have absolutely no control. 😱
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Monday 6th 48F, cool and bright but rather cloudy again.The sun remained veiled during my walk and became steadily worse. I crossed a stubble field just for a change of scenery.
The chickens were out on their own field again. Seemingly uncaring that a tractor was slashing the hedges nearby. Further on, a clutch of pheasants were exercising their freedom to roam.
A 7 mile shopping ride in the afternoon. The shops were busy and I wore my surgical mask as usual. Still the only one in the village.
Going quite well. Though not fast enough for a bus driver. Who overtook me as the road narrowed to coincide with an oncoming car. I wonder whether the driver was Danish? They usually learn respect for cyclists almost from birth.
I was too busy staying alive to check. Because I was running my nearside tyre along the edge of the rough grass verge. As the bus all but brushed me off the road. A lesser cyclist would have gone under the wheels of the bus! Blood! Ambulance! Notifying the next of kin. Flowers. Funeral. All because of an impatient, fuck-witted, bus driver.
Sociopathic bus drivers, eh? Who needs them? Bus companies, I suppose. That the problem with <cough> "cycling friendly" Denmark. No rural, cycle paths. There are 20cm, vertical drops off the side of the asphalt on the other side of the road just there. It has been like that for years. There's plenty of room on the verge for a marked off, cycle lane. If not a "proper" separated cycle path. But they wouldn't want to set a precedent.
Local government officials obviously don't cycle. Or just don't care. I guarantee that any new [motorway] bridge, connecting the three, main islands of Denmark, will not have a cycle lane built in. That would be silly, wouldn't it? They wouldn't want to give cyclists a sense of being worthy citizens, taxpayers and valuable contributors to society. They would rather build nuclear power stations. Than fight climate change via the millions of commuters. They even lie about the growing numbers of electric cars. Most of these are hybrids. Which produce more CO2 than diesel or petrol driven vehicles.
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Talking of which, I never tire of this particular view. I photograph it repeatedly. Probably hundreds of times by now. Always using slightly different viewpoints and focal lengths as I shuffle back and forth along the verge. There is something about the multiple layers of hedges stretching off into the distance. Each, another 200 yards, or more, further away than the last.
The constantly changing inclinations and unlikely textures throughout the year. Crops in the fields come and go. From bare earth to grain then bales and stubble. The endless cycle of the passing millennia. The foliage, blossom and berry in the hedges is always unexpected. The light is never the same.
The sky an ever-changing backdrop. Mist, snow, rain and sunshine all provide fresh insights. The ground rises sharply to the right but cannot be included in this perfect view. A tall hedge intercedes and I would have it no other way. Roadside hedges are in such short supply, just here. Deer and hares graze against these distant hedges. Cats hunt in stealth profile. Each safely sheltered from weather and chance oversight.
The warming sun behind me blinds them to my presence. So few walk this lane anyway. Not these days. Drivers have no time to soak it all in. They have no concept of what lies out there. Beyond the penultimate hedge or the last. The few paths, the untidy farms and the bird-covered lake. Nestling amongst mature trees on its time-worn banks. The laughter of ducks and the odd, unexpected cry from out on the still water.
The distant churches a fading memory of unison amongst the retired and retiring flocks. The gravestones symbolising a far simpler time to exist. Their tales of their own catastrophes, relationships and troubles went to the grave along with them. It was ever thus and always shall be. Our own stories are hard won. Our own and few are privy to our inner thoughts and feelings.
The "what ifs" are quietly washed away in the fading light. Of quiet, dull acceptance of our failure to perform our daily rituals without complaint. Our time served on this old earth going largely unnoticed. Barely a dent or a scratch as testament to our having ever been here. Closed like some dusty volume in a long forgotten library of unread books.
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The air is full of swallows and gulls. Small crowds of sparrows are still moving about together.
The image shows swallows and sparrows resting on the same, old, TV aerial.
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I pottered around the stubble fields again. Climbing to the highest points and snapping away with my camera. Denmark's corrugated landscape responds extremely well to the slightest gain in height.
I have mentioned in the past how even a 2' high grain crop can obscure distant views. Most fields are no-man's land for 50 weeks of the year. I enjoy this brief pause in the factory farming cycle to wander freely. Now I have nearly 200 more, boring, misty images under an overcast sky.
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Another loop across the stubble fields. 45 minutes of peace and quiet away from the traffic.
It sounds as if Sly "Plague" Jinping is having another breakdown. He truly imagines himself to have the wisdom of Solomon. Instead of the intellect of Stalin's office cleaner.
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