Mei-An Kai-Lin & Gee!

Hampshire East: Visiting the Wonderful Bird World! (24.5.2026)

Yes – we drove from Tilford in deepest darkest Surrey – and entered an entirely different area of England. We passed white-clad cricketers playing on the village green (I love cricket – as my fther taught me the rules when young) – meandered down leafy country-lanes and emerged in Hampshire. These areas are very affluent and the Local Council charge high taxes and spend the money to keep tourism to a trickle and ensure a high standard of living for their citizens. Although London is nearby – these “Home Counties” protect their conservative culture and actively work against mass immigration and multiculturalism. Obviously, this type of social engineering does not extend to birds – which tend to have no respect for conservative political views. Birds evolved from Dinosaurs and can fly anywhere and everywhere.

On Retreat for A Week!

Tilford: A “Red-Week” in a Country Retreat! (22.5.2026)

It is a quaint area free off the stresses of the city – and a big sign reads “No Flags on the Exterior of the Building” – so in-doors it is! Even rebelling must be measured and inaccordance with circumstances. There is a nearby river and families of ducks wandering around. My Taijiquan practice will be particularly enhanced in this environment. Thank you to my mother – Diane Wyles! Gee has just driven to the next village to purchase some chips for our supper! We have basically infiltrated the conservative rump of the Home Counties. We are the enemy within – and the Reds Under the Beds – except we have paid to also lie in these beds. The capitalist railroaders are happy – so we let them continue to think that way.

Photo © Louise Impey

UK: Gypsy News – the Battle of Friendless Lane! (9.4.2026)

. Another issue stemmed around the difference between ethnic Gypsies and those people from the settled community who simply declared themselves a “Traveller”. This was followed by an influx of Irish Gypsies and Gypsies from Europe, and so on. A few years ago, when I was in regular contact with the Gypsy Council, and had just publish an article about Gypsies who served in the Soviet Red Army – I was attacked by an Irish youth from a nearby Traveller community that had took-over a park. I say “attacked” – but as a trained martial artist and a law abiding citizen, I simply “moved out the way” of this short kids punches – which made his friends laugh and pull him away. Obviously, I did not grass, but I suspect the entire encounter is on the Sainsbury car-park CCTV. It is a sad state of affairs all round. Some of these people are violent and obnoxious because of the things that have been done to them in the past – this must be understood – but the prejudice aimed at Travellers is breath-taking! No other disadvantaged group wants anything to do with them. You will not see BLM or Palestine Solidarity turning-up to protest their treatment or demand their rights. Physical violence does not bother me – it is an occupational hazard – but for many others the shock of it far too much to take, and around it goes.

Brixham Down Wind Mill Road!

Brixham: A Photographic Strole Down “Windmill Hill”! (3.4.2026)

Gee had to park the car at the top of Wind Mill Hill – as that was the only place a parking-space was available not patrolled by militant locals who still seem to think WWII is ongoing. I jest – but one or two were a little bit prickly – commenting about “Townies” and “City-Dwellers” with “their big cars”! And so on. Still, at the end of the day, we are the visitors and we will be gone tomorrow. After carrying-out my duty – and visiting my various family relatives – I thought it would be a good idea to make a record of the journey down the hill from the parking-spot to the rented house. The view was quite beautiful and I hope I have captured our journey on foot down a steep Brixham hill – although we could not actually find a “Wind Mill”! Come to think of it – we are supposed to be near the Brixham Army Cadet Centre – but we never found this place either!

Half-Penny from 1966

Brixham: Coins in the Wall! (2.4.2026)

Administrative matters aside – I notice the above “interior” wall looks as if it used to be an “external” wall – as it looks weather-beaten and worn. Furthermore, in the UK, builders often leave a coin featuring the year any renovations were carried-out as a form of “good luck”. Usually, we find these coins under floor-boards, carpets, and lino, etc. Sometimes they are lodged between wooden joints or under various structures. In this wall, the coins seem cemented on the outside of the wall. There is a 1966 half-penny, and a 1960 three-penny. When I was first at school in the early 1970s – these coins were still in use. The old half-penny would today possess the buying power of £5 – whilst the three-penny bit could buy about £30s worth of goods. This was before the UK joined the EEC (1.1.1973). Prior to this, a British pound was comprised of 240 pence – afterwards it was deliberately devalued to just “100” pence. What a disgrace all this was!

Ancient Seafaring Scaffolding from the Time of Henry VIII!

Brixham: “What’s this Scaffolding? It’s a Feature”! (29.3.2029)

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!

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