The weather, work and pleasure have conspired to create a pleasant week. It’s been warm and sunny suggesting that Summer may be catching up belatedly on her duties to ripen the corn, make us smile and allow the baring of feet.
Work has taken me to interesting places, and MasterB, intimidated by two new young cats on the block, has needed my reassurance and company in the garden, meaning I spent a relaxed hour or so reading my book by the cherry tree when I got home this evening.
Hampton Court Flower Show has been strutting its stuff. I didn’t have tickets, but I did visit the palace which was wonderfuly empty while the horticulturalists and other thrill seekers examined the exhibits and stocked up on plants.
I caught some of it on the television and was very taken with a pergola made from the splayed branches of a dead tree reaching toawrds each other lke etoliated fingers. I was hoping to find a picture online but no luck so far. If you were there and you have posted a picture, please do put a link to it in the comments box.
The hollyhocks in our own garden are looking pretty wonderful, though the display isn’t as full on as it has been in previous years.
As well as reading I had my camera and among the pictures taken of MasterB I think some may be on the calendar shortlist, though the one showing his face sweetly uplifted is alas not quite in focus.
So all in all a pretty nice time, but I am glum. There have been events commemorating the Battle of the Somme and the awful needless carnage; quotations about lions being lead by donkeys. The Chilcot report has been published with damning conclusions about how this country rushed into a war without exploring all other possiblilities first, lead by a Prime Minister who believed he was doing the right thing, though thousands of us marched, spoke out, protested at the wrongness of it. Lessons must be learned it says, and a lot more.
Two weeks on from Brexit and the way is not clear. I have moved from shock through despair, denial and now I have reached fury. This piece by David Hare made me first want to cheer and then to cry. The same section had other writers, including Jackie Kay, reflecting on the result. You can read the whole thing here, but something weird has happened to the layout.
And a little voice keeps speaking in my head asking why we are going to respect the result of the referendum when nearly all the experts, those people Michael Gove said we were tired of, say its a disaster, and numerous leave voters are fessing up that they didn’t expect to win, didn’t want to win, their votes were cast as a protest. Why are we hellbent on marching to our destruction? The lessons of history are there to be learned. To get the wrong orders and still march towards the guns because someone has told us to is irresponsible.
Politicians can say it is their duty to respect the electorate, though on past experience they are jolly good at selecting what they they want to respect and ignoring the rest, but they also have a duty to govern. I am waiting for a senior politicain to stand up and say Michael Heseltine is right, what on earth are doing? and for a forest of politicians to stand up with them. A sort of “I am Spartacus”. And what is so depressing is they won’t. They are too frightened of their careers, of a Brexit backlash, to acknowledge the referendum was a badly run shambles, that people voted without understanding what they were voting for, and that to carry on and to leave the EU invites a catastrophe that will haunt this country for decades.
Donkeys? If only.