What have they done to the rain?

 Another find morning awheel, I am feeling good these days, possibly losing so much excess weight over the summer months.

There is a (self-seeded) Foxglove in the front garden at City Park, it is growing out of an old stump.

I like Foxgloves, they brighten up the countryside – out on the road from St Michaels to Tayport, there is a piece of ground that was clear-felled at the end of last year. Now nature has reclaimed it, and the predominant flower there is the Foxglove in perfusion.

We grow Lupins from seed this year and they are doing well, here is one of those seeds now in full bloom, makes it all worthwhile.

My brother is many years my senior so we did not have much in common growing up, in fact he was married and out the door by the time I entered my teenage years, mum said,

“I never got a penny from him. As soon as he finished his apprenticeship and got a wage he was gone.”

Now that we are both retired and both having returned to our roots in Scotland I have been seeing much more of my brother than at any time in our lives.

The other day I was over at Tayport sitting with my brother in the beer garden of a local pub, having a bar lunch, (£28.00 for what amounted to fish and chips for two, I’m glad none of us drinks beer at £3.80 a pint.) but what the hell it was good. Somehow the conversation came around to politics and I was almost shocked when he told me he had voted Conservative all of his life.

Campbell, more than I would have known the aftermath of the First World War, the depression and hardship of the 1930s, then the Second World War the great social movements across the Central belt of Scotland, that spread from the west in the 1950s and 1960s (mostly airbrushed out of history today). The Socialist Sunday School, and the time when I took time off to go over to Glasgow for the ‘May Day rally in 1960 to hear Paul Robeson, (the African American singer who sang ‘Loch Lomond’), marching along with the 10,000 flags and banner carrying crowed, and the hundreds of floats that day. We cheering shouting sung our way to Queen’s Park. These were the halcyon days of Labour in Scotland, how could you ever consider voting Conservative. Dad will be spining in his grave.

It saddens me to see what has become Scottish Labour, today? Although I stopped voting Labour myself when Tony Blare stole Socialism from the party under ‘New Labour’ (that still splits the party today) and lied through his teeth, so he could follow America into another destructive and pointless war, how could I vote Labour again?

However, you can take a man out of a socialist party but not socialism out of the man, I am still a socialist at heart, now that Nicola Sturgeon has taken the SNP further and further to the right I have no political allegiance to any party now (my only hope of seeing socialism return to Scotland could be if Scottish Labour ceases to become a branch office of the Westminster Labour party or the rise of a new socialist and democratic party such as Alba gripped Scotland once more).

Before you dismiss socialism as a loony left fringe, read below the ten socialist commandments (later changed to precepts), of the National Council of British Socialist Sunday Schools,

Love your school fellows, who will be our fellow-workmen in life.

Love learning which is the food of the mind; be grateful to your teacher as to your parents.

Make every day holy by good and useful deeds and kindly actions.

Honour the good, be courteous to all, bow down to none.

Do not hate of speak evil of anyone. Do not be revengeful, but stand up for your rights and resist oppression.

Do not be cowardly. Be a friend to the weak, and love justice.

Remember that the good things of the earth are produced by labour. Whoever enjoys them without working for them is stealing the bread of the workers.

Observe and think in order to discover the truth. Do not believe what is contrary to reason, and never deceive yourself or others.

Do not think that those who love their own country must hate and despise other nations, of which that, is a remnant of barbarism.

Work for the day when all men and women will be free citizens of one fatherland, and live together as brothers and sisters in peace and righteousness.

At the time there was a greater emphasis on women, and how they were equal in every way with their brother’s. They were to take responsibility for our country too, for equally, they would be the leaders of the new world.

Well, that is all the thoughts for another day, still, the rain forecast for today has not arrived, it certainly has been a dry spell of weather.

The BBC afternoon Scottish news programme has just come on the television as I finish up here – The ‘top story’ There was positives to be taken from the result, yesterday, WHIT? The Scottish team played their normal rubbish and was severely thrashed, as a result. This is the sort of crap we have to put up with from the BBC. If you don’t like the story, change it.

And what was the British Navy thinking about – sailing into Russian territorial waters, within sight of Russia’s biggest naval base, in a wee boat. Not surprisingly, the Russians sent a shot over their bow. Which they ignored,

“Can’t you see – were British?”

A Russian aircraft was then sent out and dropped a few bombs along their intended course – now they get the message, stop playing silly bugger. What are these stupid people trying to do, start another war? Have thy not read the Bedford Incident?

Stay safe.

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