It’s difficult to properly envisage, and Intellectually encompass, the changes that are unfolding at present -but here on the far flung trading post and, quite possibly -(expensive fee paying private school) we call ‘Earth’- there is what appears to be a change of ‘Management’… The Hollow soulless Husk puppets that pretend to represent the owners are truly loosing their S##T, and any care as to how bad that might look…making life a bit of a grind… Luckily only 9 miles from where I live are the highly therapeutic ‘Malvern Hills’. My maternal grandmother was resident there at a sanatorium at the end of the first world war, and my own mother, at a ‘Nunnery’-as part of a retreat(due to an affair with a ‘Cat Burglar’) in the 1950’s before Art school… After my mother’s death I moved to nearby Worcester and, as an antidote to the mass psychosis of the Scamdemic and all the proceeding theatrical productions,- I began to visit the Malvern Hills for pre-dawn walks…literally hundreds of times… There must be something in the Precambrian rock and spring water- some sort of ‘medicine’… C.S.Lewis and Tolkien were often there together walking and talking ,Queen Victoria ,Elgar, FD Roosevelt-(as a sickly child)… and many others of note… Always refreshing, different every time, and somehow never boring…Worth it, if you’re in the area…
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