Observations from a Hill

It's curious how one's internal demeanour can go from a state of tranquil, in the moment repose, sitting in the late afternoon sun in the garden, mindful of nothing but being; to absolute outraged turmoil, simply by picking up the day's paper. Pictured, the place of mindful no mind that is our garden, where time can simply evaporate into just being. Then I make the mistake of reading the newspaper, and find a piece by Zing Tsjeng about the rise of some pretty weird far right [so-called Christian] doctrinaire thinking on the other side of the pond. There has always been Christian fundamentalism in the US, which matches [ironically] pretty much the kind of Islamic fundamentalism prevalent in Iran, Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia, to name but three examples. The home of the brave and the land of the free would seem, from the perspective of this moderately sane and lofty place of sanctuary at any rate, to be attempting to actually become a theocracy itself; mirroring those very ...

Just an observation on the currently fashionable proposition that nuclear power will be the saviour of us all in the energy/climate stakes. Simply put: no it won't; and for a number of fairly common sense reasons. First off, you have to ask yourself 'Is this source of energy cleaner than coal, gas or oil?' In terms of immediate emissions, one would have to say yes. But as far as long-term pollution issues? Definitely not. Traditional nuclear technology by default produces large quantities of enormously damaging radioactive waste as a matter of course, which will be a significant issue, going forward many thousands of years into human history. Even the Small Modular [nuclear] Reactors that are now de rigeur in the thinking of politicians and governments pose just the same long term problems. And this is discounting the damaging effects of nuclear accidents: whilst still small in number, events such as these have far-reaching effects: even today, there is still an environment...

  Pictured, the recently-completed and now publicly open Pont Sarnau across Afon Ogwen between the rugby club and Tanysgafell. The old bridge had become a precarious affair and was closed down some time ago. All of the pathways heading up to the back road between Braichmelyn and the village of Tregarth have been similarly upgraded and the place is now a fine and pleasant place to walk again. It now forms part of Lôn Las Ogwen, a foot and cycle path that now stretches from Nant Ffrancon right down into Bangor and Penrhyn Quay. We're starting to feel the benefits of funds raised as a result of the slate valleys' recent elevation to a World Heritage Site [not before bloody time, either], and the new bridge and pathways are just one small part of a growing renewal in recognition of the historical importance of the area to the world. However, as always, something conspired to sour our circular walk to see the new structure today. We parked the car just behind our old house at Brynbe...

I am, to put it mildly, knackered tonight, after a day spent with Jane preparing and eating this evening's meal with the boys, over here from their fastness on Ynys Môn for a Sunday visit.  This morning, I attacked the smaller holly tree afresh with probably too much gusto, after having woken this morning from the kind of mad dreaming that always goes with having dropped back off to sleep after dawn: in this case three times in succession. This always leaves me feeling wiped out on rising, and usually the only way to shake the feeling off is to get outside and do something real. Nevertheless, the cumulative effects of the foregoing added to the pollen being very high up here today, have left me in a state of itchy torpor with few thoughts to my name and still less inclination to write about them. Anyhow, beneath all the clamour over the world's first trillionaire, huge data centres, Japanese nuclear reactors, tens of thousands of satellites cluttering up our near-earth orbit s...

The principal defining characteristic of the human race is natural language, and the diversity of its languages defines the manifest variety of human culture. Across time, however, and particularly during the last half of the twentieth century and into the present one, English has experienced somewhat of an explosion in currency across the globe, mostly through fast moving changes in geo-politics driven principally through global trade and networking via the internet. This is both good - more people can communicate through the common knowledge of one language than ever before - and bad, as minority language after minority language withers and dies along with their speakers, through lack of use and inherently limited dissemination. Most monoglot English speakers would simply say 'so what?'; these are dying languages anyway: why preserve the redundant?'. Which makes about as much sense as asking what's the point of art, literature and culture in general.  The thing that m...

Having so many visitors from all around the world here, one hears accented English of all types and flavours. I often mull over this question of accent, as I'm always reminded of a chap that I knew for a while some forty-some years ago, with whom I worked in the building trade locally. His name was Ian Dickson, and he was educated at a public-school, his parents being wealthy. He spoke in that approximation of an 'unaccented' Standard English commonly referred to as RP; 'Received Pronunciation': the universally and traditionally accepted lingua-phone of the privileged and educated classes. Except that neither linguistically nor sociologically does this make any real sense. Some of those that speak in RP might consider themselves to exist as part of a long and storied familial lineage spanning many decades or centuries, passed down to them ultimately, in many cases, by some divine right of succession. How strange that they choose to converse in a manner not passed do...