Here we are again.....

I'm not really sure whats happened over the last few days but it seems I have some time on my hands to express something. Who knows what? Things to consider a newly formatted radio show. Do we think that's a good idea? Does anybody care, nobody reads this except via Facebook anyways..... Afton are you reading? Today has been a day of progress well in fact it has been several months of progress but today I found myself after months of relentless emotional outbreaks sitting in a room with someone I found, plainly, annoying and being able to bear it. I didn't walk out with a fuzzy brain that put both my mental a physical health at risk. I didn't explode in an inappropriate way. I just sat there with the silence, yes silence. Inner silence that resounded like I could have been far far from that room or moment in a place like 'Come to Good' for example. Just for those who don't know that is a real place here in Cornwall, with a very pretty Quaker meeting house or 'The Society of Friends' yes friends can be so hard to come by sometimes we need a 'society' to prove there worth.Hmmm yes Royston was just on the phone giving fast break updates but that will all come apparent in time. So inner silence getting beyond though as Wolfy might out it who is also sitting on The Moor. Yes progress on the housing front Opportunities arising, which is kinda incredible and here was me thinking all this kinda stuff had become impossible maybe even in passable. The weather has got better I've had the top down today and bumped into Tall Paul and Tall Chris. Penryn and Falmouth certainly have a funny way of naming people. I don't think I have a name behind my back. Well maybe not many nice ones.

May you never......

Yes it's like May never even existed when it comes down to this blog which is kinda of sad thing as it is one of the most beautifull months of the year down hear in Cornwall well what happened? All sorts of things but I've forgotten my diary so I won't be able to recap concisely for you. Os pig was a big event and invented Pagan festival held out at Holly Farm in Gweek. The rat still occupies my boat. Tete a tete's with Chris and Laura, a Polical Campaign. What else more radio, lots of beautiful wild flowers, a red sports car named Venus; lots and lots of driving including a world wond tour of Portland. An Abadnodned Prudence, bluebell woods at Enyss. Swimming yes Swimming at Durgan and Widemouth. Wide mouth was more like wave crashing over us. Sun, Sun tan, short skirts, bikinis and bare feet walking. Thorn in the foot. Late night table tennis at Potager, early morning drives ot Sennan Cove where I couldn't see anything. Some singing in the Pub. Falm River Fesitval including a mission impossible and a boat trip from Truro to Falmouth. Which included more Radio, Beer, Food, Sunshine, Falmouth Shout, Three Mayors, Tugs, RNLI, painted cows and Cornish Pipers. Off the boat a Procession and an adventure onto Tash's roof terrace. Barry's BB that I still owe A guy called Sam £15 quid from. Oh a refused invitation to Paris. A trip in an Ambulance. Dancing round a Maypole. Printing money. Auctioned Cornish tin ingot. Pelicans can't forget the Pelacins. A stand up row in a pub, an external broadcast. Appledore Arts Festival. Oh top down action. Knives can't forget the knives. A freak fake accident. Very changeable weather. I think that about covers it.