This historic opportunity must not be missed
A great prize could await Britain this week: a change that could reinvigorate and re-legitimise our politics in the same manner as the great Reform Acts of previous centuries. It is that prize, above all, that we would urge all our readers to keep at the forefront of their minds when they go to the polls tomorrow. It is time to use our rotten voting system (for what we fervently hope will be the last occasion) to change the system – and deliver a new politics.
The Trees of Brockwood – The Other Magnolia (93/365)
Bluebells, Moon’s Spinney (92/365)
(David) Cameron is an Avatar
Brooker on Cameron:
He isn’t even a man; more a texture-mapped character model. There’s a different kind of software at work here, some advanced alien technology projecting a passable simulation of affability; a straight-to-DVD retread of the Blair ascendancy re-enacted by androids. Like an ostensibly realistic human character in a state-of-the-art CGI cartoon, he’s almost convincing – assuming you can ignore the shrieking, cavernous lack of anything approaching a soul. Which you can’t.
I see the sheen, the electronic calm, those tiny, expressionless eyes . . . I glimpse the outlines of the cloaking device and I instinctively recoil, like a baby tasting mould. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t see a power-crazed despot either. I almost wish I did. Instead, I see an avatar. A simulated man with a simulated face. A humanoid. A replicant. An Auton. A construct. A Carlton PR man who’s arrived to run the country, and currently stands before us, blinking patiently, blank yet alert, quietly awaiting commencement of phase two. At which point, presumably, his real face may finally become visible.
via The party leaders’ public personas | Charlie Brooker | Comment is free | The Guardian.
The Centre At Dusk (91/365)
Weekend Walk: Steep and Ashford Chace
Starting at the village of Steep, near Petersfield in Hampshire. We parked next to the church, just next to Bedales School, attended by Lily Allen, Daniel Day-Lewis and John Wyndham. Just the three of them. In a class together. The church has an interesting wood beamed tower, with tile cladding.
It was a sunny morning, and walking through the woods was delightful. Such abundance of new growth, and the bluebells near their full glory.
This area between Ashford Hangers and Petersfield is known as Little Switzerland. Very little. But quite charming. The hangers rise sharply to the north west.
I like how the puce of the smaller tree brings out the colour of the copper beech’s new leaves:
Back into the woods and across Ashford Stream. Dappled light all around.
Curious (90/365)
There were four sisters, snuffling and grunting in the soft earth. They liked to eat bark and when one of them ate a stick, another had to have a go at it. They were making happy sounds and had a good area to live in among the trees at Steep Marsh Farm.
The Trees of Brockwood – Copper Beeches (89/365)
Apple (88/365)
A Small Mind
A small mind, though it can go to the moon, though it can acquire a technique, though it can cleverly argue and defend, is still a small mind.
Sky Flowers (87/365)
Such full blossom this year. Maybe every year but this year seems exceptional. All around Brockwood, these flowers in the sky.
A Passionate Mind
A mind that is passionate is inquiring, searching, looking, asking, demanding, not merely trying to find for its discontent some object in which it can fulfil itself and go to sleep. A passionate mind is groping, seeking, breaking through, not accepting any tradition; it is not a decided mind, not a mind that has arrived, but it is a young mind that is ever arriving.
– Krishnamurti
Down to the Lodge (86/365)
During a lunchtime walk, looking from the top of the drive north towards the lodge.
Shades of White (85/365)
April Evening (84/365)
Cherry Tree In Full Blossom (83/365)
Right outside our door, with my Vespa (for sale) parked underneath
St. Thomas Street (82/365)
Abandon
Perhaps you have never experienced that state of mind in which there is total abandonment of everything, a complete letting go. … The mind that holds something in reserve, the mind that has a vested interest, the mind that clings to position, power, prestige, the mind that is respectable, which is a horror – such a mind can never abandon itself.
First Day of Term Barbecue (81/365)
Thanks to the amazing kitchen team we enjoyed an outside lunch today in the spring sunshine.



















