Many bloggers were very patient with me while I was away on my holidays. I have shared a good deal of holiday spam with you already and long waffling accounts of my footsteps around the north of England and Wales (I am not very good at being succinct!)…but the photo prompt from 
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Our home town was a new town. It was built in the 1960s as an overspill from Liverpool, although it was built in the neighbouring county of Lancashire. The population of the town were mainly Liverpool folk moving to where there was affordable housing, although the quality of some of the construction may have been a bit dubious in places.
But the construction quality of the assortment of boxes we lived in mattered not to us – and what is a house if it is not an assortment of boxes of various sizes in which you store stuff – some useful and some useless? We lived for the school holidays and the weekend -when we were FREE…free as the wind blows, free as the grass grows, free as the river flows…free to gallop wildly through fields and swing from the tree-tops and splash in muddy puddles. Free for adventures of every possible variety!
Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows
Born free to follow your heart
Born free, and life is worth living
Behind out house was a path that led underneath a major dual carriageway road. Five minutes of running and we entered “The Beacon Country Park”, which was the perfect playground for us as children, our pocket of paradise, where we 
were able to run free!
I have lots of photographs, similar to the one above, of the grassy fields and trees that were our playground throughout our childhood years. We played hide and seek, we played pirate and spy games, we had races with each other and lots of football or rugby. We climbed trees. This was my tree. When I visited my home town this past month I climbed it yet again and looked out on the view of the Mersey basin.
How I would love to have a day of childhood over again…with all of my siblings and the neighbour’s children. We would go on another of our adventures up to the Beacon and run with unbounded energy through the grassy fields and climb trees. Aaaaah!
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“Bridget Jones’ Diary”. They said it is me all over. Now, I don’t quite agree with that. You see out of curiosity I watched “Bridget Jones’ Diary” on my own, when it was eventually broadcast on TV…and,
because I didn’t like how many swear words I heard, I muted the sound and watched the rest of the film in silence.
Stuart, from Croydon, was the one who made me take the plunge. There is a story there, but I am not willing to share it. He is someone who helped me out through a rough time. Let’s just say Stuart is someone I care for a lot, and I really hope he knows that. No…there will not be a post about Stuart. Yet in a funny way, I would like him to know I am still inspired by him.
I also thought it a bit odd to write something strangers would read. All my letters and e-mails have been to friends and family I know and love. So it was easy to know what to talk about, what they will be interested in, what they will find amusing or meaningful. How on earth do you know what to write to complete strangers?
yet, please have an ickle look – it is a poem I wrote as a teenager and I am very fond of it.
t other bloggers. Don’t be a prima donna…be part of the chorus.
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E Energy
mass; that tiny amount converts into a vast release of energy.
11 billion kilowatt hours
Now, if you think any of the physics above was complicated, then check out the many helpful explanations that have been published of what goes on inside one of these cyclotrons. Of course if you watch Star trek regularly you probably understand all of this!
But what concerns me even more is people who have made their decision on what to believe and become monstrously dogmatic in the way they speak on these subjects. People who think that they are right and that anyone who does not share their opinion is an utter fruitcake! If you have ever had the misfortune to be belittled by someone who is dogmatic and will not allow you to get a word in edge-ways then you may agree with me. Ay karumba!
acknowledge that there may be more than one way to see evidence. They are good at recognizing bias and don’t just accept the word of someone who is charismatic or couches their words on such a high intellectual level that Joe Bloggs cannot possibly understand them. Just as in a court case, people giving their testimony might describe seeing something differently from another. As an impartial juror, you might start to detect the sentiments or motives behind the person delivering their testimony.
What I think I am trying to say is this: We are all human. We are all in the same boat. We are all bombarded with information from various sources telling us what to think, what to believe. As impartial jurors, we have to listen with shrewdness. I have become more and more cautious as I have aged…I do probe a bit to find out why someone may feel so strongly about what they claim is the truth, always aware that my own understanding is limited and I should be prepared to recognize where I am wrong. I am always respectful of other’s opinions, but I preserve my reasoning ability by analysing the logic and the evidence in what they are telling me. If they tell me about information they have read or some physical evidence they have seen, I want my own eyes to behold it before I will accept it as authoritative.
Caramel 