Nothing to write home about
Jul. 23rd, 2023 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThe biggest news of the week is that the Council came on Monday and collected their plastic barriers. We were very glad to have these while there were no railings to stop people falling off the pavement onto our area, but now the repairs are completed - indeed, were completed more than a month ago - we are very glad to be rid of them.
I believe there were some by-elections, but any pleasure I might feel at the government losing two seats by a spectacular margin is eclipsed by the realisation that yes, they really are going to conclude that the Tories held Uxbridge because of the Low Emission Zone, so they'd better abandon that idea. Message to Sir Keir Starmer, if he happens to read this: if half the people who voted Green in Uxbridge had thought they could trust Labour to implement those green policies you have postponed - you'd have won the seat. Meanwhile the world goes up in flames.
Admittedly, the local expression of that 'going up in flames' is steady rain. J. came to lunch, and we ate salade niçoise and pretended it's summer. I have spent the afternoon sorting out photographs from last month in Fife, and I have reached the wettest day of that week, when we were in Crail. Have a water feature:
Courtesy of Crail Pottery, whose courtyard display space is at its best in the rain.
This one is very silly, but I had to look twice to work out what was decorative glass, and what was the pink pig - toy? bag? - inside.
And I'm still not sure what the greenery is. Some proper tourist photos:
The Tollbooth, and a fine gateway. There was a castle here once, but nothing remains of it. A quiet lane brings us back to the pottery:
And this is where we came in:
I believe there were some by-elections, but any pleasure I might feel at the government losing two seats by a spectacular margin is eclipsed by the realisation that yes, they really are going to conclude that the Tories held Uxbridge because of the Low Emission Zone, so they'd better abandon that idea. Message to Sir Keir Starmer, if he happens to read this: if half the people who voted Green in Uxbridge had thought they could trust Labour to implement those green policies you have postponed - you'd have won the seat. Meanwhile the world goes up in flames.
Admittedly, the local expression of that 'going up in flames' is steady rain. J. came to lunch, and we ate salade niçoise and pretended it's summer. I have spent the afternoon sorting out photographs from last month in Fife, and I have reached the wettest day of that week, when we were in Crail. Have a water feature:
Courtesy of Crail Pottery, whose courtyard display space is at its best in the rain.
This one is very silly, but I had to look twice to work out what was decorative glass, and what was the pink pig - toy? bag? - inside.
And I'm still not sure what the greenery is. Some proper tourist photos:
The Tollbooth, and a fine gateway. There was a castle here once, but nothing remains of it. A quiet lane brings us back to the pottery:
And this is where we came in:
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Date: 2023-07-24 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-07-25 11:15 am (UTC)(As it happens, Crail is one of the places that I associate with my family history, more through family tradition than any actual evidence...)