My morning ritual is disrupted at the moment, 6.30 a.m I usually take my morning walk, envelop myself in sweet nature, and discuss the world with myself. Just now though British summer time is nearly over, dark mornings creeping in the park and woods, my stomping grounds too dark to see. I may get a few more therapeutic walks for the first few weeks of Greenwich Meantime, but then the curtains come down.

Let’s Go For a Little Walk.

Let’s go for a little walk under the morning sky, let’s breathe in the morning air, and ask the question why?
Why is this not enough, this beautiful world this Eden? Why so much greed, why you and I they want to feed on
The devils out there, the vampires and the snakes making their billions then saying “We made mistakes”
Asbestos, philidomide, high tower cladding, iPhones it’s all the same, hit and run they’ve had their fun then leave us dead or lame.

All words Meadowhead Bard.