Narrow streets (like furred arteries) and double yellow lines everywhere – coupled with aggressive locals – and the scene is set for a week of tranquil retreat, writing, researching, and refining those greater parts that constitute the human-spirit – providing we can find a place to park! Don’t get me wrong – we have enjoyed visiting Brixham for day trips numerous times in the past – but just like every holiday destination, the idyllic bubble can soon be burst. Of course, as The Beatles once reminded us “Nothing is Real!” – in the hyper-extension of capitalism that is “the holiday”. It is a time of no work (unless you are on a working holiday – we’ve all been there – labour in exchange for ten-minutes on a beach), no struggle, and comfortable living – but this week or two takes around 50-weeks of hard graft just to raise the deposit. When I was in Spain, I once witnessed an Englishman arrive with his case at our holiday resort – returning after just two or three weeks after his last visit. His previous sojourn had been “magical” in his own words and he had gone home, re-mortgaged the house, and rebooked in exactly the same Benidorm hotel! The problem was that no one else he had stayed with had rebooked – and none of the staff could remember who he was!
Well, I suppose it is pot-luck and we are lucky that my mother – Diane Wyles – assists us with these visits as the US support for Israel and Neo-Nazi Ukraine is destroying the UK economy (it is definitely a buyer’s market at the moment – as everybody is strapped for cash) – everything is around five-times dearer than it used to be. Wee are funding the Zionists and the Hitlerites in Kyiv – all with links to Tel Aviv. Still, I have established my work area and await developments:
The children are on their Easter Holidays – and the clocks went forward early this morning (1am I believe) so that the UK is now on “British Summer Time” (BST) – we have “lost an hour” – but in return the evenings and mornings will be lighter for longer! In the meantime, we have shifted away from “Greenwich Mean Time” (GMT) – I think invented during the reign of Elizabeth I as a means to co-ordinate all the clocks on English ships setting-off around the world. Clocks were later used to discern “longitude” – whilst latitude was gauged via the sun and stars, etc. Still, when I look-out my window I can see a mixture of ancient Brixham “slate” and modern construction scaffolding – a fine blend of the old and new to get the creative juices flowing!
For the nit-pickers and bureaucrats amongst us – yes – techniically the scaffolding is next-door – but as the gardens are as narrow as the streets, this structure hinders our free-movement around our garden, and blocks our light and vision. Each upstairs window literally opens onto scaffolding and I could, if I was so inclined, shimmy-out and explore the upper environs of the roof! However, as you can see, an entire supporting leg of the scaffolding is actually in our garden – which I am sure is an infringement of privacy and planning permission. As for renting holiday homes – this could well constitute a breach of contract. Of course, it could be that the same individual owns both properties – then they are only violating their own privacy – which I am sure they would consent to. That just leaves breach of contract (as we do not consent to our privacy being violated via the duration of our paid stay – as we are purchasing “privacy” via our fee).
SANGHA KOMMUNE (SSR) 