Author: kalikellett

Christina and I went to the film shortly released, in comfortable Aldeburgh. She sent this excellent piece by New York Times, in which Einstine calls Oppenheimer a 'narr' ie fool to subject himself to the Kangaroo court. Parallels with today, and Trump and Putin: Today, Vladimir Putin’s not-so-veiled threats to deploy tactical nuclear weapons in… Continue reading Oppenheimer

Organised by Maddy for our Farming Cluster, I accepted late. I am deliberately early, time to dally - my new mantra - let the eyes land on stories of lives in the homes, I pass. I notice how well the Alebasters trees are growing. Planted 15 years ago along the road side, they are twice… Continue reading Wakelyns with Maddy

I tried to make it by the van failed - warning light came on. But luckily now, and made popular during Covid, was a live streaming from Green Acres Epping Forest. Linda, Rene's neice, wove the weft of her life. She introduced Rene, by this common thread. She had family but through her life, community… Continue reading Funeral of Rene Saran

She came from a home of females, and had the gift of a remarkable mother - who came as her escort on her first joueny to Africa. 'I came to love aloneness. Being a lone in nature is the best wayt to be in nature. If you are alone in nature, you forget yourself. If… Continue reading Jane Goodhall on Radio 4

I wanted to show Lucy and Julian the land, but of course, Lucy only had eyes for the dogs, their first meet after a year. She bought Jet (of course), the father, Jake, and their step sister/daughter, Jazz. After a somewhat nervous dismount from Lucy's car, Jake first, Jet last, they scuppered through the wood,… Continue reading First Birthday of the tribe of collies

We wear the colours of our tribe, our broaches of greenThe backdrop to the photographs, a climbing wall in a gym.Last time a sea of blue with a smattering of purple together with entitlement. No more purple, but called Other on the sheet. Alison: I said well done to B, but do you know what… Continue reading The Count, Pits and Coronation

We divorced ourselves from the materials of the earth, the rock, the wood, the iron ore; we looked to new materials which were cooked in vats, long complex derivatives of urine which we called plastic. They had no odor of the living, … their touch was alien to nature. … [They proliferated] like the matastases… Continue reading Normal Mailer Quote Plastics