The festive season has drawn me away from my computer First I was in away from London on a trip to Somerset Devon and Cornwall The west country of the British Isles.
First I visited and stayed with my friend Olivia on her narrow boat on the Kennet and Avon canal.
In a lovely spot that in the light of the morning sun showed the joy of nature with a complet history of the record of the agricultural and industrial revolution imprinted into the lanscape the old stone and locks of the canal the river avon running through to Bath that ancient of Romano British citys growen around the sacret spring set in the green hills of the western up lands . Then on down to Cornwall to see Richard my mate now living in Cornwall the weather for the whole trip although cold was bright and sunny.
I wandered on the beach watched the surfers and relaxed after a busy year . I visited Eden and spent the whole of a day there wandering around reminding my self of how much I love biology, botany and the thrill of finding new plants that I have not known before. It was my first visit to Eden since the year they opened I was very pleased with the developments and the way it has become such a centre of learning and information liberation if a little troubled by its prices for things but it h s to fund its self something that in Britain is a difficult job due to the exhorbitant cost of living here in this country.
On my return journey as the airports filled up with people trying to get away for Christmas I drive the 300 miles back from Cornwall paid a solstices visit to the stones at Avbury unable to see from one stone to the other at the dark of the moon in thick fog. I find my self thinking of why the islands formed by the moors of Dartmoor Exmoor and Bodmin rising out of the flooded marsh land that stretched across most of Somerset where called the summer Isles. I had left Cornwall in bright blazing sun shine of a frosty winter morning and as I descended on to the Somerset levels the last of the summer set behind me and I was plunged into the rolling frezzing fog of the low lands and full blown ice hung trees of winter and dark.
Once the Devon and Cornish high lands where islands across the flood plain of somerset if global warming continues at the current pace it will be again.
I returned to my home in London in the old village of Upton cross now lost in the swell of London and thought about the fact that my little cottage sits behind a road that 500 years ago formed the dyke against the sea marsh and now the river bank is about 2.5 miles away through an expanse of offices factories and homes and the water that once would have spread to my home is now contained in the docks surrounding London city airport and the new development along the river side and much of it is responsible for the thick fog that covered most of southern Britain in the lead up to Christmas.
I cam home to London and East Anglia to be with the family and friends over the season but my heart stayed in the summer islands. Oh well best of all greetings to every one and lets hope we can turn this global warming thing round
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