In The Garden: Part 4.

Phew, wot a scorcher! It has been unseasonably hot here for the past few days and today has been the hottest day of all. It is 30 degrees centigrade at the moment which is 86 degrees Fahrenheit. Celtic types like me don’t like it that hot. I have just come indoors to the cool of my living room. I have enjoyed sitting outside in the mornings, and especially in the cool of the evening. I love the ritual of watering the garden in the evenings, giving the plants a good soaking. Last night I was out there until it was nearly dark. It is very mindful looking upwards at the half-moon and the blue sky with just wisps of cloud and listening to a blackbird singing from the top of a neighbour’s tree. From about 9.00pm I was observing pairs of swifts darting about high up performing high speed aerial manoeuvres. For the last few weeks I have been following an ongoing dispute between a pair of blackbirds and a pair of wood pigeons who are nesting in the same tree. The blackbirds seem to be the aggressors. I think they see the wood pigeon’s large size and slow movements as a threat.

Despite the heat I have managed to get a few jobs done. I gave my pond it’s annual clean. That involved scooping out all the silt that accumulates at the bottom of the pond. I’m sure my two shubunkins appreciate their little pooliverse being a lot tidier. I think the bucketful of organic pond matter I gathered will make good fertiliser for my plants. Before the heat kicked in I also managed to paint the outside of my kitchen, and the tall wall with brilliant white masonry paint. That wall had very flaky paint ,and dirty with pollution. There is still a lot to do. I need to paint the window frames and my back door when it cools down a bit. My little garden is looking better by the day. The sunflowers are growing rapidly against the wall. They should look great when they flower. I’m pleased to see some marigolds from last year have returned and are in flower now. 

The clematis that I had to cut right back when I mended the fence is already shooting new stems skywards, so that is good. Down around the pond buttercups seem to have taken over. I used to dig out buttercups, but It’s a lot of hassle, so I think I’ll just leave them to get on with it. I’ll simply call the area down by the pond ‘The wild area’. My hanging baskets are starting to look good, but they won’t reach their best for a while yet. I know my little garden isn’t quite the Chelsea Flower Show, but I like pottering around in it. I’ll do another garden report before too long. Cheers.

An Evening With Emmylou.

It was in the mid 1970s that I first became aware of the music of Emmylou Harris. My friend Fred was a big fan of Gram Parsons which led me to hearing Emmylou on Gram’s Grievous Angel album. I was working at Hotpoint in Peterborough at the time. On payday after work I used to get off the bus at Bridge St and treat myself to an album in Andy’s Records. One fateful afternoon I purchased Pieces Of The Sky by Emmylou and have been a fan ever since. When I heard that Emmylou was playing in Bristol I knew I had to go, especially as it was promoted as part of her 'Farewell European Tour’. I had seen Emmylou previously at this venue in 2015 when she played with Rodney Crowell, but I had a feeling that tonight would be a lot better, especially as I was in Row C only a few feet from the stage. Also, the previous time I was at Bristol Beacon to see Cat Stevens last September I had to leave before the show ended to catch my train. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I reserved a room at the Clayton Hotel only 250 yards from The Beacon. After I checked in at 2.00pm my intention was to go for a walk around the harbour, but I started watching the horse racing on the TV in my room and fell asleep until 6.00. I had a bite to eat and a glass of wine in the hotel bar and then made my way to The Beacon.

Jim Lauderdale.

This is the third time I have been to The Beacon since its major renovation, and I must say the seats are very comfortable these days with lots of leg room. The opening act Jim Lauderdale came on stage promptly at 7.30. He looked very Country, dressed in a purple spangly suit, unaccompanied apart from his well-worn acoustic guitar. I must admit that I knew nothing about him previously although he has released 39 albums in his career and has written songs with the likes of Elvis Costello and Robert Hunter of the Grateful Dead. I enjoyed his set of songs. He is quite a humorous character. One of his songs he informed us was the first country song about artificial intelligence. He also recently released an album called Country Super Hits Vol 2 although there aren’t actually any hits on it. I particularly liked I’ve Lost You written with Elvis Costello and Trash Can Tomcat & Patchwork River both co-written with Robert Hunter. He got the audience singing along with Heading For The Hills. The final song was great, called The King Of Broken Hearts inspired by George Jones.

There was a short interval during which I went outside to get some fresh air. Then it was time for Emmylou. She arrived on stage looking wonderful, dressed in dark clothes and sporting a pair of brilliant white sparkling cowgirl boots. Her five-piece band were excellent and some of them were multi-instrumentalists. They are Brian Owings on drums, Paul Madiera on keyboards, accordion and guitar, Chris Donohue on bass, Will Kimbrough on guitars, and Eamon McLoughlin on fiddle and mandolin. (I hope I spelled their names correctly). I hope I have got the names of the songs right as well which I think were as follows. 

Jim Lauderdale joined Emmylou for the opening song Love Hurts which is one of the earliest Emmylou cover songs I ever heard. (See video below) Here I Am was co-written with Julie Miller and included on the 2003 album Stumble Into Grace. Orphan Girl is a Gillian Welch composition. Paul Madiera was splendid on the accordion on this song. Love and Happiness was co-written with Mark Knopfler, and One of These Days is a George Jones cover song. Emmylou said that when she first saw Townes Van Zandt she thought he was channelling the ghost of Hank Williams. Pancho & Lefty is one of Townes greatest songs. 

Gram & Emmy.

Red Dirt Girl is one of the best of her own songs and won Emmylou a grammy in 2000. Kern River was written by Merle Haggard. Emmylou stopped during this song and said, “I’m sorry Merle, I forgot the words”. The audience started laughing and Emmylou said, “Give me a break, I am 79!”. Then she carried on perfectly. If I Needed You is another Townes song performed beautifully with excellent violin by Eamon.  I loved Goin' Back to Harlan because it is one of my favourite Kate & Anna McGarrigle songs. Get Up John and Green Pastures are songs by Bill Monroe and Ralph Stanley that I’m not at all familiar with, but I must say the band rocked on the bluegrass numbers. Help Him Jesus was written by an English person Paul Kennedy and originally sung by Johnny Cash. Emmylou went to great lengths explaining how she came to record it. The band left the stage for the next song leaving just Emmylou and her guitar to perform The Road which was a highlight for me. A very sad song about her relationship with Gram Parsons. 

That led to one of Gram's greatest songs Hickory Wind which first appeared on The Byrds Sweetheart Of The Rodeo classic album. Tulsa Queen written with Rodney Crowell is from a 1976 album Luxury Liner, the title song also written by Gram who also wrote Wheels from her Elite Hotel album. Boulder to Birmingham is possibly my all-time favourite Emmylou song which took me right back to that album which made me a fan in the mid-70s. Long May You Run is a Neil Young song that I’ve always liked because it mentions the Beach Boys. The whole band took a bow and left the stage, but we knew they would be back. The final song was Together Again. As the audience dispersed Eamon came back on stage to collect his stuff. I asked him for a setlist so I could make sure I got the songs right, but he didn’t have a spare one. We exchanged a few words. He is actually from South London but told me that he lives in Nashville these days. Anyway, I made my way back to the hotel via stopping at The White Lion pub for a deserved pint of cider. I sat outside the pub, watched the world walk by and reflected that it had been a splendid evening. I was pleased that I had seen the undisputed Queen of Country Rock Emmylou Harris for one last time.

 

Emmylou Harris: Love Hurts. (With Jim Lauderdale)

 This is the opening song from Emmylou's Bristol concert. She is joined by Jim Lauderdale.

Emmylou Harris: Boulder To Birmingham. Bristol Beacon 15/5/2026

 I went to see Emmylou Harris at Bristol Beacon last night. I'll write a review later this weekend. In the meantime here is a song I filmed. It's one of my favourite Emmylou songs.

 

Two Nights At Bath Forum With Van Morrison.

It is now Thursday afternoon, and I’m Remembering Now the events of the past two nights in the beautiful city of Bath with Van Morrison, his band, and the street choir of Van fan friends from all over the world  that I encountered. This is what happened.  It was a sunny Springtime early evening when I got on the train for the short 20-minute journey to Bath. The green and lush countryside around Bath looks wonderful at this time of the year. I met my sister Margaret and we headed to The Cork pub on Westgate Street. There we found Theo & Dianeke, Lut, and Bart, all from Belgium. I hadn’t seen them all since Van played at Cyprus Avenue and Llangollen. It was also nice to meet Masa who had come all the way from Japan, also Mary from Devon. We sat around chatting and taking pics. Precious time was slipping away, so we all headed for The Forum. I bumped into some people I knew from Westbury and Warminster. It was also great to see John from Weston-Super-Mare who I am always seeing at local gigs. It was wonderful to meet Treve and his wife from Luton who I last saw at Westonbirt Arboretum in 2024. It was five minutes to showtime, so I told Margaret to take her seat while I nipped to the loo. While I was in there, I suddenly heard Van singing Into The Mystic. “Oh no, he has started early”, I thought to myself, and hurried to my seat in Row B.

Dianeke, Bart, Mary, Lut, Theo,Masa. 

Into The Mystic is one of the best songs ever written by anyone. What a great start to the show. The 8-piece band Van had assembled was packed with great musicians. David Hayes on bass has played with Van on and off for about 55 years. Another American Bobby Ruggerio had also returned on drums. Matt Holland on trumpet and saxophone maestro Leo Green were also making a welcome return. Regular band members Dave Keary on guitar, John McCullough on piano & keys, Sumudu Jayatilaka and Jolene O’Hara backing vocals made up this talented ensemble. Sumudu in particular impressed me tonight. She is emerging as one of Van’s best backing singers since the days of Katie Kissoon. I am not all that enamoured with the next three songs which are from Van’s recent blues album Somebody Tried To Sell Me A Bridge. They are Snatch It Back And Hold It, Play The Honky Tonks, and Madame Butterfly Blues a song which Van is keen to tell us was written by Dave Lewis from Belfast. Even if they aren’t my favourite songs, I can’t deny that they were expertly performed, Dave Keary was great as ever on guitar. Van at 80 not out still has a great voice, and he is in good humour these days, no hint of grumpiness at all, laughing and clowning with the band, and by his standards quite chatty with the audience. The next song I loved, and when the lyrics are written by WB Yeats you can’t go wrong. It is Crazy Jane On God. Van blew some mean harp on that one. 

Precious Time was next up. Some people don’t like this song, but I do. It happily bops along as Van reminds us that we’re all going to die someday. Van has recently cheered the lyrics up a bit by changing them to ‘Precious Time is holding sway’. Dave switched to pedal steel guitar on this song. Back To Writing Love Songs, The Only Love I Need Is Yours, and Once In A Lifetime Feelings are all from Van’s Remembering Now album which I consider his best album this century. However, I don’t think these are among the best songs on the album, not by a country mile. The Only Love I need Is Yours with Dave on acoustic guitar is a nice love song and the best of the three. I find some of Don Black’s lyrics quite cringeworthy. You feel sorry for the backing singers having to repeat lyrics about ice cream stands. Spare me please. Van is fifty times better as a songwriter than Don Black could ever hope to be. An extended Ain’t Gonna Moan No More was excellent, Leo on sax nearly blowing the roof off the building. This was followed by a highlight for me, a tribute to Sam Cooke and Ray Charles which was Laughing & Clowning and The Nighttime Is The Right Time. 

Sumudu.

When Sumudu joined in duetting with Van she was astoundingly great. Her contribution brought huge spontaneous warm applause from the Bath audience. These Dreams Of You from the Moondance album was a welcome addition to the setlist which I furtively managed to film, successfully dodging the eagle-eyed security people. Down To Joy from the Belfast film was great as ever. Real Real Gone was another highlight which Van took to the bridge by segueing into You Send Me, and I am sure I heard a snippet of Wonderful World in there as well. Van then slung on his electric guitar for a modern Van classic which is Green Rocky Road from his Moving On Skiffle album. It was great with Van adding new words at the end with ‘Spinning & turning, living & learning’. The audience loved Moondance, but I’ve heard it too often. I knew the show was coming to an end when Van sang the predictable Help Me. The whole audience were on their feet for Gloria. Van left the stage to make a sharp exit from the building as the band played on. By the time they stopped playing I was already outside on the pavement. When all our friends emerged we agreed it had been a very enjoyable concert with Leo and Sumudu the best of the band. Me, Margaret, John, and Mary had a quick last drink in the Royal Hotel bar and then Margaret and me caught the 10.40 train home. What a great night it had been.

The next afternoon it was sunny, but very windy. I thought it was going to blow my hat off. I was tired as well and didn’t fancy the 20 minutes’ walk to the train station. Luckily a bus came along and I hopped on it. I was in Bath by 5.00 and met Fumiko in Café Nero, and then we walked to The Cork. Theo, Dianeke, and Lut were already there, and It was nice to see Peter and Kathryn and their family. Then Jane from Oxford strolled in. It’s always a pleasure to see Jane. Finally, Miquel from sunny Spain arrived with a friend of his. I think I hadn’t seen Miquel since Van played at the Eden Project quite a few years ago. Time hurried on and we made our way to The Forum. In the queue I met an American lady called Hadley who gave me a nice message from Stu & Michelle in San Diego. Jane took my picture by the Van poster in the window. I tried to take one of her, but it never came out, sorry Jane. Inside the Forum it was great to see Gaynor and her friend from Cardiff. I hadn’t seen them since I met them by chance in Cyprus Avenue 11 years ago. I made sure I was in my seat in Row A before 8.00 tonight. 

Dianeke, Lut, Jane.

I can’t be bothered to tell you all the songs from night 2, because it was pretty much the same songs as before, but in a different order.  I’ll just tell you about the three different songs in the setlist. The opening song was Dweller On The Threshold from 1982’s Beautiful Vision. Matt deserves a mention for his trumpet playing on this song. Little Village was a highlight of night 2. It’s a song that was underrated when first released, but in live performance is epic with Van adlibbing about coming from the island of saints, and the church of Saul. It was almost impossible to take photos or film on night 2. The security were telling lots of people to put their cameras away, so towards the end of the show I moved to the back of the hall to try and get some pics. I filmed about a minute of Into The Mystic, but it wasn’t very good. Early In The Morning was another change to the night before. It’s not a favourite song, but live it gives the band a chance to show their skills. After the show I think we all agreed that Van and the band performed brilliantly, but it didn’t quite reach the heights of night 1 because Sumudu didn’t get the chance to exercise her tonsils as much as the night before. Anyway, we all said goodbye and went our separate ways. I hope we meet up again before too long. After a well-deserved last pint of cider, I caught the 10.40 train and that was that. Thank you Van for two great nights in Bath, and don't leave it so long before returning!. 

THE END.

The Beautiful City Of Bath.

Van Morrison: These Dreams Of You, Bath Forum 28/4/2026

 Van & his band were on great form in Bath last night. I'll write a full report tomorrow after night 2.

 

Remembering Sandy Denny.

Britain's greatest folk-rock singer Sandy Denny died on this day April 21st in 1978 aged only 31. Her daughter Georgia Rose Lucas has just made this wonderful film of Sandy's haunting and ethereal  song about Mary Queen of Scots called  Fotheringay. It originally appeared on Fairport Convention's 1968 album What We Did On Our Holidays.

In The Garden, Part 3.

Potentilla

I have been busy in the garden every fine day since I wrote In The Garden Part 2. The major project undertaken in the last few days is that I demolished my little shed. It was beginning to fall apart anyway, and quite frankly I was ashamed of it. The floor had rotted away years ago and I didn’t really need it for the few tools I possess. It never was much of a shed, not much bigger than a sentry box.  I used to call it ‘The world’s smallest shed’. When I started taking it apart, I discovered it had become a home for all manner of small creatures especially spiders, snails, and daddy long legs. “Right lads”, I thought to myself, “It’s about time you found yourselves some new digs!”. To dispose of all the wood, I have been breaking it up into small pieces and taking it round to a nearby mate to burn in his wood burning stove. My little yard looks a bit bigger now. 

Geum

Once I have given the yard walls a fresh coat of masonry paint and stained the fence I’ll show you a photo. It looks a bit like a builder’s yard out there at the moment, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. I still need a couple of new fence panels, but I think I’ll save that project for another time. I’ll just give the old panels a coat of preservative to make them look a bit more presentable. On the growing front, the seeds I have been propagating on my windowsills are coming along nicely. The sunflowers are especially shooting skywards. Outside Lidl they were selling trays of verbena, petunia, and calibrachoa, so I bought some and made up four hanging baskets which I’ll add to when my own plants are bigger. It’s still a bit early for hanging baskets, but I’m impatient, so I hope we don’t get anymore frost. My yard is quite sheltered, so hopefully I’ll be ok. 

Ladybird.

Finally, me and a friend went for lunch at the café in the garden centre in Trowbridge on Tuesday and I bought myself a Potentilla which should grow into a nice three-foot-high shrub with red flowers. I must say I have enjoyed being outside, keeping busy, and getting some much-needed exercise. One last thought, I think this year we might see a lot of ladybirds. I don’t think I saw any last year but have already spotted quite a few recently. I’ll write another garden update before too long. Cheers.

Moya & Van.

Only four weeks after hearing the sad news of the passing of Dolores Keane I was very sorry yesterday to hear that another great Irish singer has gone. It is Moya Brennan who was the sister of Enya and a founder member, singer, and harpist with the great Irish folk rock group Clannad which she founded with other family members in 1970. Before Moya pursued a solo career Clannad had a huge international hit with the Theme From Harry's Game. The song I want to share with you today though is a Van Morrison song The Beauty Of The Days Gone By which Moya recorded to celebrate Van's 75th birthday. This is what Moya said about Van in Hot Press magazine at the time, 

'In 1967, tuning into an old transistor radio in Donegal to hear the latest pop/rock songs, I couldn’t believe my ears when the DJ introduced a new singer/songwriter from Belfast with an amazing song called ‘Brown Eyed Girl’. We were both from Ulster and I felt that connection, I was hooked. What was and is brilliant about Van is all the influences he used. It made a huge impact on me when he blended jazz and folk, Celtic rock and rhythm and blues and many more genres of music together. Van is special because of his poetry in music and his Celtic soul. Very few artists have recorded over 40 albums from 1967 to the present and still come out with gems of songs. He can still bring me on a spiritual journey. I’ve always felt a connection with Van – we’ve met lots of times and we’ve both wanted to do something together. I had the opportunity last August in The Met in Belfast, when poet Paul Muldoon was putting on one of his summer picnic shows. Van came along and sang two songs with myself, Cormac de Barra and Paul’s band. The two songs he chose were ‘Steal My Heart Away’ and ‘The Beauty Of The Days Gone By’ from Down The Road. Loved singing with him, loved the songs. So I thought it would be nice to do one of them on this special tribute'.

Brimful Of Asha.

I was listening to the Cerys Matthews show on BBC 6 Music yesterday and it was mentioned that Ashalata Bhosale had passed away at the age of 92. I was sorry to hear that news. I'm not Indian so I wasn’t at all familiar with her work, but I knew her name because she was the inspiration for one of my favourite pop songs of the 1990’s which was Brimful Of Asha by Cornershop. It became a huge international hit when remixed by Fatboy Slim. 

This is what I read about Asha on Wikipedia. Ashalata Ganpat Bhosale 8 September 1933 – 12 April 2026) was an Indian singer, actress, and television personality who predominantly worked in Indian cinema. Known for her versatility, she was described in the media as one of the greatest and most influential singers in Hindi cinema. In a career spanning over eight decades, she recorded songs for films and albums in various Indian languages and won several accolades including two National Film Awards, four BFJA Awards, eighteen Maharashtra State Film Awards, nine Filmfare Awards including a Lifetime Achievement Award and a record seven Filmfare Awards for Best Female Singer, in addition to two Grammy nominations. In 2000, she was honoured with the Dadasaheb Phalke Award, India's highest award in the field of cinema. In 2008, she was honoured by the Government of India with the Padma Vibhushan, the second-highest civilian honour of the country. The Guinness Book of World Records acknowledged her in 2011 as the most recorded artist in music history. I have shared Brimful Of Asha below if you would like to hear it.

R.I.P Country Joe McDonald (January 1, 1942 – March 7, 2026)

Very sorry to hear that Country Joe McDonald passed away recently at the age of 84. I had several albums by Country Joe & The Fish back in the 1970's. I think this anti-war song is still relevant today. 

 

Happy Birthday Richard Thompson.

In The Garden. (Part 2)

My New Fence.

I have been quite busy the last few days. On Saturday at mid-day B & Q delivered two more fence panels. If you have never heard of B & Q, they are Britain’s largest retailer of house and garden improvement supplies. The name comes from Block & Quayle who were the two partners who opened their first hardware store in Southampton in 1969. From those humble beginnings they now have stores all over Britain and even as far away as China. I have found their service excellent. Anyway, I set to work straight away. Sadly, I had to cut back the clematis right back to the base. It seemed a shame because it was still in flower, but it had to be done, and hopefully it will soon grow back again before too long. I fixed the panels to the posts with metal strips that had screw holes in them. 

I had bought a new power drill in Davies’s a couple of weeks ago, so the job went reasonably smoothly. I must admit I was exhausted by 5 o’clock, so retired to the pub for two pints of cider to revive myself. I think it looks a lot better now, but a bit bare until I get some more plants growing in front of it. I also have a mountain of debris from the old fence to depose of gradually in the wheelie bin. That is enough fence repairs for me for the time being. I am planning to get rid of my little shed at some point because it is becoming a bit of an eye-sore, but I might leave that until the autumn. Yesterday, I busied myself in potting out a few more seeds. I haven’t got a greenhouse, so my windowsills in the kitchen and bathroom now have pots and trays of sunflowers, black eyed Susie, Livingstone daisy, petunia, sweet peas, cosmos, ladybird poppies, and hollyhocks, so I’m looking forward to watching them bursting upwards over the next few weeks. 

I’ll buy a few more plants in the garden centre when I get the chance. It is a bit overcast and colder here today, but I might go out there and do a bit of tidying up. There is always something to do, even in a little garden, but it is very enjoyable just pottering around. Much better for your mental health than watching the news, that’s for sure. I’ll write another garden update before too long. Cheers. 

Now I wait.

Remembering Dolores Keane

Today I thought I’d say a few words as a little tribute to Dolores Keane who sadly passed away the day before St Patrick’s Day. Dolores was a wonderful person with a lovable personality, as well as being one of the greatest singers Ireland ever produced. Nanci Griffith described her as the ‘voice of Ireland’. I hadn’t thought about Dolores for a long while until I heard that she had passed away. That is often the case, we sometimes don’t miss people until they are gone. I first became aware of Dolores and her band from Galway De Dannan in 1981 when I heard them on a compilation album called All The Folk That Fits. That was also the record that introduced me to Christy Moore, Planxty, and The Bothy Band. Dolores was brought up by her aunts Rita & Sarah whose home was an open house to any musicians who arrived. Music sessions would often go on for days. This is how Dolores without even trying, soaked up the traditional music and songs of Ireland. I well remember the Mike Harding Show on Radio 2 dedicating a whole show to the Keane household, and as well as the great music, some of the stories they related were hilarious.  Dolores was well known for her sense of fun and good humour.

I regret that I never saw Dolores perform on stage. That is annoying because she played with De Dannan and Mary Black just down the road from here in 1985 at the Village Pump Folk Festival. (See photo below) Also, sadly I only have one album by her called Solid Ground from 1993. I hadn’t played it for years until I heard of her passing. Listening to it again the last few days reminded me of what a wonderful singer she was. There are also some excellent musicians accompanying Dolores including her good friend Emmylou Harris.  One of my favourite tracks is called Emigrant Eyes which is the story of one among millions of Irish people who were forced by hardship to emigrate to America, but they always thought of Ireland as home. Another favourite track is called Never Be The Sun which Dolores dedicated to her son Joseph who was born with a rare condition called Bardet–Biedl syndrome. 

Dolores had a lot of sadness in her life and suffered with depression, alcoholism, and overcame cancer. This shows what a courageous person she was. I recently watched an interview she gave to Tommy Tiernan on Irish TV where her good nature and humour shone through despite all that she had to overcome in life. Her funeral in Galway was attended by the Irish President Catherine Connolly, and the previous President Michael D Higgins which shows the esteem in which she was held by the Irish nation. Although she is now gone Dolores has left a great legacy of timeless music and she will never be forgotten, especially in Ireland.

R.I.P Dolores Keane.

In The Garden (Part 1).

Erysium

Spring in the air, there's magic everywhere. Spring finally arrived here last Tuesday. The sun has been shining after weeks of rainy weather. Sitting in my tiny yard I observed a Red Admiral butterfly flitting about, a ladybird on the shed door, a blackbird hopping around the garden with a beakful of nesting material, and even a couple of bumble bees buzzing around. There are a few plants already in bloom such as a nice orange Erysium, Clematis, Bleeding Heart, and a few others that I can’t remember the names of now. The garden was looking quite dilapidated though and I decided that now was the time to tidy it up. They told me at the hospital to take it easy for a while because of fatigue following my treatment, but I feel less fatigued if I have a bit of exercise than if I sit around doing nothing. So, I got stuck into the job at hand. 

Clematis.

The unsightliest part of the garden is the fence which is falling apart, faded and jaded after years of rain and high winds. Several panels needed replacing. I was going to order three panels online from B & Q but in the end just ordered one. I thought I better see if I can install one successfully before I attempt any more. Before I could do that, I made the decision to get rid of the compost bin because a little garden like mine doesn’t really warrant a great big compost bin. I never liked it much, standing there in the corner looking like a great big plastic dalek. I offered it to my mate Curly who lives three doors away and has a much bigger garden than me. He was pleased to accept it. Then I had the problem of moving it because it weighed a ton, so I had to empty it. It was full of top-quality compo, but with lots of bits of twig in it. I sieved it all over my flower beds, and also filled up about thirty pots into which I’ll sow seeds later this week. 

The new panel was delivered on Saturday morning. I was relieved that after a bit of huffing and puffing I managed to install it without too much trouble. That corner of the garden looks a lot better now, so this week I’ll order another couple of panels and carry on working my way along the fence. I must say I enjoyed working out there, getting some fresh air, and being closer to nature. I found it very mindful. While I was out there working, I forgot all about the madness that is going on in the world. That is the way forward. If everyone just minded their own business and sorted out their own backyard the world would be a much happier place. I’ll let you know how I get on with the rest of my garden in due course. Cheers.

Long Live The NHS!

Dyson Centre.

Sorry for not writing much for the last month or so, but I have been quite busy and otherwise engaged. I don’t usually talk about my health on the internet as I consider that a private matter. Today however I thought that I should try and get back into things by expressing my gratitude for the medical treatment I received recently at the Royal United Hospital in Bath, and especially in the radiology department of the James Dyson Cancer Centre. I had a PSA blood test back in September and my GP referred me to the hospital. I had an MRI scan which showed that I needed a biopsy. In early October I was informed that I had prostate cancer. I feel quite lucky because it was detected early before it had spread outside the prostate. I had a course of hormone tablets and two hormone injections. Then starting in February I had to attend the radiology unit for four weeks, every day Monday to Friday for twenty sessions of radiotherapy. My last session was on March 11th. 

Linear Accelerator, 

The machine I was treated on is called a Linear Accelerator. These incredible machines cost millions of pounds each. The cost to me of my treatment? Nothing!. The people of this area are extremely fortunate to have such a state-of-the-art cancer centre right here in Bath. The facility was opened by Queen Camilla only two years ago. It was partly funded by the generosity of local inventor and entrepreneur James Dyson and dozens of other fundraisers. I met some wonderful people during the twenty days. The doctors and nurses are amazing, always greeting the patients with a smile even though they are rushed off their feet with the amount of people they have to treat every day. Also, because of seeing the same fellow patients every day I got to know some of them quite well. They all had interesting stories to tell. The whole experience has confirmed to me what a precious institution the NHS is. When the National Health Service was created in 1948 it was the envy of the world. Everyone in Britain was entitled to free health care regardless of their status. I believe that the vast majority of people in this country still support the NHS and want to see it continued and adequately funded. 

There are certain figures though in politics who would like to see it sold off and replaced with an American style insurance system. So, if you support the NHS, next time you go to vote, I hope you remember which government established the NHS and ask yourself which party is most likely to protect it for the future. The other point I want to make is that we don’t have a national screening programme yet for prostate cancer although it is the most common male cancer, so if you have any concerns ask at your local surgery for a PSA blood test. It might save you a lot of trouble further down the line. I have another blood test at the end of May and a final appointment in June when I’ll find out if my treatment is a success. I was told to take it easy for a while because of side-effects. However, the weather has been so good this week I have been doing some gardening. I’ll try and tell you about that later in the weekend. 

The Pathless Country by James Harpur

It is Sunday and as I have the day to myself, I thought I would tell you about the book I have enjoyed reading for the past couple of weeks. It is called The Pathless Country, the debut novel by an Irish writer James Harpur published in 2021. James was born in 1956 and resides near Clonakilty in County Cork. He is best known as a poet, having won many awards for the eight volumes of poetry published prior to this novel. If you have read this blog page for a while you will know that I am an admirer of the Indian spiritual teacher Jiddu Krishnamurti. In 1929 when Krishnamurti dissolved the Order of The Star in The East which had set him up as the new ‘world teacher’ he famously said, ‘I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect’. This is what drew me to reading this book because when reading Krishnamurti’s entry on Wikipedia it said that he is featured as a character in James Harpur’s novel The Pathless Country. K isn’t the only famous person to appear in the book, some of the most notable figures of British and Irish society in the early 20^th century walk across the pages of this book.

Painting by Degas

The central protagonist is a young carpenter from Galway Patrick Bowley the son of Joe a Quaker, and Bridie a Catholic. Joe experiences mystical visions such as whilst working at Tullira Castle the home of playwright and republican Edward Martyn he is transfixed by a painting of ballet dancers by Edgar Degas which has a profound effect on him. He also has a brief romantic encounter in a Galway church with Nora who later becomes the partner and muse of James Joyce. Patrick eventually moves to London to live with his aunt Faith who is influenced by theosophy and the suffragette movement. After attending a talk by the socialist and theosophist Annie Besant at the Queens Hall Patrick and Faith have a chance encounter with Jiddu Krishnamurti and his brother Nitya. This leads to a friendship and regular correspondence between Patrick and Jiddu. In London he also meets Agnes who becomes the love of his life. Later, back in Ireland he visits Achill Island and encounters the painters Grace & Paul Henry. I first thought they were fictitious characters, but on investigation I found they were real artists of repute.

Painting by Grace Henry.

The first world war arrives and Ireland is in turmoil. Irish soldiers are dying in their thousands fighting for the British Empire, while at home people like Padraig Pearse are making fiery speeches demanding independence from Britain. In the north the unionists under Edward Carson are preparing to fight to stay with Britain. Militias are training for war throughout the country. Agnes’s husband Dominic is killed fighting in France, Agnes and Patrick are now free to marry. Due to Patrick’s Quaker sensibilities and the influence of Krishnamurti he believes violence is not the way forward and he begins giving speeches appealing for unity. This gets him in trouble with the British authorities and the Irish republicans. Finally, he and Agnes set off across Ireland on a pilgrimage of peace. The book reaches its gripping climax when they arrive in Dublin on the eve of the Easter Rising 1916. I won’t tell you anymore because you also might like to read this book. I thoroughly enjoyed it because James Harpur has a poet’s eye for detail. There are some wonderful descriptive passages of the Irish landscape and people.  If you are interested in such subjects as spirituality, philosophy, art, poetry, or Irish history then I think you might enjoy this book as well.

 

 

 

Small Prophets

I’m a bit busy for the next month or so. It’s possible I might not have time for much blogging for a little while. However, I thought I would just tell you quickly about a wonderful new TV comedy series I have been enjoying. It is called Small Prophets and is written and directed by the brilliant Mackenzie Crook. If you have read my blog for a while you will know I am a big fan of his work in such series as The Office, The Detectorists, and Worzel Gummidge. I think Small Prophets is arguably his greatest creation yet. The series stars Pearce Quiqley as Michael Sleep who is missing his partner Clea who disappeared on Christmas Eve seven years previously. You don’t need me to tell you what a comic genius Michael Palin is after Monty Python, Ripping Yarns, and his film roles and wonderful travel documentaries. After reading the script of Small Prophets Michael jumped at the chance to play Brian Sleep who is Michael Sleep’s father. Brian lives in a Care Home where he creates chaos for the other residents and carer Hilary.

Palin & Quigley

Mackenzie plays Gordon who is Michael’s boss at the DIY store. Lauren Patel is excellent as Michael’s workmate, friend and co-conspirator Kacey . There are also great performances by Sophie Willan and John Pointing as the nosey neighbours. Even the minor roles of Brigham played by Ed Kear and eccentric neighbour Olive played by Shola Adewusi are deserving of a mention. Mackenzie Crook always has great music in his programmes. In the past the likes of Johnny Flynn and The Unthanks have been featured. In this series the theme song is by a singer called Cinder Well. 

Cinder Well

I hadn’t heard of her before but will certainly listen to more of her music in the future. Mackenzie got the idea for the storyline after reading about a Swiss medieval alchemist called Paracelsus. His dad Brian gives Michael the recipe for creating little creatures called homunculi. They can predict the future and only tell the truth. Before long Michael is busy growing the Small Prophets in his shed. I won’t tell you anymore because I want you to watch it yourself. It is shown weekly on BBC, but I was greedy and binge watched all six episodes on BBC iPlayer. I just want to say that there are many worthy institutions in Britain that should be preserved and treasured, but to my mind the two greatest institutions to be proud of are the NHS and the BBC. There are forces at work in the world who would like to destroy the BBC, but I don’t think there is another television company in the world that nurtures such creative talent and produces programmes of the quality of Small Prophets, so I say well done to the BBC. I’m looking forward to the next series already.

Michael & Kacey.

The Safekeep by Yael Van Der Wouden

It is now the ninth day of February, and it has rained here every day this sodden year. That has meant that I have been cooped up indoors most days. On the positive side I have read more than I have done in a long while. Yesterday I finished reading The Safekeep, the debut novel by a Dutch author called Yael Van Der Wouden. It was short-listed for The Booker Prize in 2024. I ordered the book because a Yorkshire friend of mine told me that she was reading it. When the book arrived, I made the mistake of reading all the snippets of reviews by other writers in the front of the book, by such people as Rachel Joyce, Ann Enright, Tracy Chevalier and Maggie O’Farrell, and noticed they were all women. This made me slightly wary, wrongly thinking that this was going to be chick-lit written for a female audience. It also made me aware of what to expect in the plot.

The book is set in The Netherlands in 1961 fifteen years after the war. The main protagonist is Isabel who lives alone apart from a maid Neelke who comes in to help with the housework. She has two brothers Hendrik and Louis. Hendrick has a partner Sebastian who Isabel initially dislikes because he looks ‘foreign’. When they meet up at a restaurant Louis introduces his new girlfriend Eva who Isabel also takes an instant dislike to. The story gets underway when Louis asks Isabel if Eva can stay at her house for a month while he is away on business. I knew from reading the publicity blurbs that Isabel and Eva would form a relationship. The tension between them is electric. The writing is very erotic, especially chapter 10. The romance isn’t the main story however. Gradually a deep dark shameful secret is revealed which concerns Dutch history during and after the war. I won’t tell you any more in case you read the book yourself. I don’t think The Safekeep is one of the best books I have ever read, not by any means. It is a page turner though, I had to know what happened next. It is a very promising debut novel, and I think a lot remains unsaid. There could be another very powerful story to be told if the author wanted to explore the history of the characters further, especially during WW11. I will look out for more writing from Yael Van Der Wouden in the future.

A Search In Secret India by Paul Brunton.

Yesterday the weather forecast told me that there was a 100% chance of rain until the late evening. It was no day for venturing out on the king’s highway, so to pass the time I thought I would write a piece about the book I have just finished reading. It is called A Search In Secret India by Dr Paul Brunton, first published in London in 1934. I first heard of this book when Eckhart Tolle mentioned it in one of his talks on Youtube. When my eBay paperback copy arrived, I was pleased to see a stamp in it from the famous Shakespeare & Company bookshop in Paris where the original owner of the book must have purchased it. Paul Brunton is the pen name of Hyman Raphael Hurst (21 October 1898 – 27 July 1981), a British philosopher, author of spiritual books, journalist and traveller. From an early age he had a fascination for the mystic east and took an interest in such subjects as theosophy and the occult. It was a chance encounter with a mysterious Indian man in a London antiquarian bookshop which determined him to set sail for Bombay in 1930 in search of the yogis and sages of India.

It was in Bombay that he had his first meeting with a remarkable man, who just happened to be staying at the same hotel. He wasn’t actually Indian; he was an Egyptian wizard or magician from Cairo by the name of Mahmoud Bey who revealed that he learned his secrets from an old Jewish magician who lent him musty old books about ancient magic. Paul Brunton asked him to demonstrate some of his skills. Mahmoud asked Brunton to write down any question on a piece of paper while he stood several yards away looking out of a window. Paul wrote in pencil, “In which town did I live four years ago?”. He was then asked to fold the paper as small as possible and clench it in his fist along with the pencil. After a few minutes he was asked to unfold the paper. To his astonishment he found the name of the town written on the paper under the question. When pressed to reveal how he achieved this feat Mahmoud Bey said he did it with the help of spirits called Jinns, one of which was his own deceased brother.  Brunton remained sceptical but couldn’t think of any logical or scientific explanation.

Meher Baba.

After leaving Bombay Paul Bruton visited Meher Baba. (1894 – 1969) who claimed that he was the Avatar, or the total manifestation of God in human form. He had taken a vow of silence and communicated by the use of an alphabet board. I knew of Meher Baba before reading this book because Pete Townshend of The Who and Melanie Safka were devotees of him. Melanie’s song Candles In The Rain mentions Meher Baba. Paul Brunton wasn’t impressed with him however. He doesn’t say that he was a fraud but felt that Meher Baba was deluded about his own greatness. Brunton also had a brief meeting with an aged Afghan female saint called Hazrat Babajaan who Meher Baba had encountered in his youth, after which he had a spiritual transformation. Brunton said of her, ‘some deep psychological attainment really resides in the depths of her being, I am certain’.

Hazrat Babajaan

As this book was written nearly 100 years ago, I find Brunton’s style quite dated, but it is still a compelling read. His attitude seems very colonial as well. He appears quite happy with the status quo of the British ruling India and doesn’t seem to have much time for Gandi and the independence movement. What I do like is his healthy scepticism of the people he meets. He has no time for the fakirs and tricksters he encounters. He has a lot of respect for many other people he met on his travels though, such as a man he called Brama who could display incredible feats of yoga including ceasing to breathe for hours, or even stop his heart from beating with no apparent ill effects. He also spent time with an elderly astrologer called Sudkei Babu. There was also Vishudhananda, the wonder worker of Benares who could produce any scent out of thin air and even bring deceased sparrows back to life. He was very impressed with Sahabji Maharaj who had founded a community near Agra called Dayalbach where the people combined modern methods of industry, farming, education, and housing with following their traditional religious beliefs of Radha Soumi. After reading the book I searched for Dayalbach on the internet and found that the community is still thriving to this very day. It was through meeting the religious leader of South India Shri Shankara that Paul Brunton was encouraged to visit Ramana Maharshi at his ashram at the holy mountain of Arunachula.

Shri Shankara

Brunton visited Ramana twice on this journey. Before meeting Ramana he had prepared a list of journalistic questions to ask. After a short while in his presence Brunton realised that questions were meaningless. He was overcome by the energy of benevolence that emanated from Ramana who just sat in silence beyond thought. Ramana taught that silence was the best communication. He imparted wisdom into people’s consciousness without a word. He had been content to live in obscurity, never leave Arunachula and never sought followers, but they had arrived anyway and the ashram had grown up around him. Brunton’s journey was coming to an end, and he was due to return home, but two days before his ship was due to leave Bombay he changed his mind and returned to Arunachula for a further month because Ramana had impressed him more than anyone he had ever met. When it was finally time to leave, Brunton said of Ramana, ‘He has taken me into the benign presence of my spiritual self and helped me, dull Westerner that I am, to translate a meaningless term into a living and blissful experience’.

Ramana & Paul Brunton.

Before this book was published in 1934 the name of Ramana Maharshi was unknown in the west, but the book made him known throughout the world. It has been translated into twenty languages and Ramana’s influence continues to grow and spread through such teachers as Eckhart Tolle and such practices as mindfulness and meditation. As the philosopher Bertrand Russell once said, "Those who live nobly, even if in their day they live obscurely, need not fear that they will have lived in vain. Something radiates from their lives, some light that shows the way to their friends, their neighbours perhaps to long future ages. I find many people nowadays oppressed with a sense of impotence, with the feeling that in the vastness of modern societies there is nothing of importance that the individual can do. This is a mistake. The individual, if he is filled with love of mankind, with breadth of vision, with courage and with endurance, can do a great deal. Every one of us can enlarge our mind, release our imagination, and spread wide our affection and benevolence. And it is those who do this whom ultimately humankind reveres.”

Arunachula & Ramana.