At the End of the Day

Walking the dogs very early this morning (I couldn’t sleep) I was once again struck by the undiluted ‘Now’ reality of sensory appreciation. The four of us ambled towards the Beer to Lyme Regis coastpath route, and as we came over the rise that overlooks the English Channel, one could’ve been forgiven for accepting Divine Intervention without question. Grey, threatening clouds swept diagonally upwards, while falling out of them in vertical curtains of near-blackness was enough rain to end a hosepipe ban single-handed.

But this was down to the south west, whereas over to the East – where the sun was well into its business of rising – a shaft of pure light landed on the cliffs between Beer and Banscombe, turning them in an instant from a sort of dirty off-white into a glowing spectrum of creams.

As the April shower clouds danced about, the sunlight poked through at random, bathing now a field of rape seed and now a field of young wheat in astonishing colour…literally, in fact, a saturation process.

Terriers keen on sniffing, running, weeing and chasing do not notice such things: they are far too engrossed in spotting and then catching the young rabbits that – this being Spring – are everywhere in profusion. What these small bunnies lack in experience, they make up for with incredible speed, so none of the pack bagged any prey. Which was a blessing, because there was far too much beauty around for that sort of thing.

We walked along the cliffs, and I spotted a small fishing boat chugging contentedly out from Lyme. It remains one of my retirement fantasies to buy one for a song one day, restore it, and then phut-phut-phut out into the shallow waters here and drop a fishing line for a few hours disturbed only by the click-fizz of a beer-can being opened. With every week of fiscal denial and economic collapse that unfolds, such a plan looks increasingly unlikely ever to see the light of day. Nevertheless, when you’re out there in the elements, pretty much every so-called ‘practical’ consideration feels like a kop-out: there is just the one life in a 3-D Universe, and only a limited number of things that can suppy complete contentment. We must grasp all of them while we can – not from others, but for ourselves.

There were so many wonderful things about this brief interlude in my life. I didn’t think about Jeremy Hunt once, for a whole hour. I didn’t think about food, or shopping, or bills, or the European Union – or even the unholy trio of falling annuity rates, manipulated stock markets, and zero interest rates.

Predictably enough, however, I spent some of the time thinking about words, and plays upon their meanings. I realise this is a form of mental illness, but it’s been something of a pleasure for most of my life.

I thought about how, when one has rushed to the podium, one has urgent need of Imodium. I thought about the word Nickelodeon, its resemblance to Merkelodeon, and what daring naughtiness a Merkelodeon might show us. I pondered on the fairly useless question of the word Westminster, and how for some reason it made me thing of wet Ministers.  And then finally, I mused about this message I’d seen on my pc screen the day before:

The close-computer-down program is not responding.

Please close the program to close down the computer so the computer can proceed to close down.

Well, my open up the senses program was working perfectly this morning. And even after we’d returned to the house, I had no desire to close down the open up program that kept my mind responding to the joy of open spaces.


28 thoughts on “At the End of the Day

  1. Bravo.. nature always demonstrates that it marches forward day by day, season after season, the wise pause to view this spectacle in all its wonder whilst the politicos and the spivs persue their ‘power’ and ‘wealth’.


  2. John,
    I expect you witnessed little flurries of feathered summer visitors making landfall after their pretty ardous journey from the southern hemisphere and other parts.
    I suspect the peregrines were kept busy breakfasting too.
    Blowing the cobwebs away and pausing a while to take stock is a wonderful experienceI hope you feel better after your A+E experience!


  3. I love the early morning walks with my dog (was 2 dogs a short while ago). My favourite time is Spring, the early morning birds, the newness of everything, the breath of sharp morning air, the birth of new life.

    Nature, our World, is truly wonderful.


  4. John, you did better than me. I was sounding off about M Moran’s ‘depression’ as I was walking through primroses and bluebells. But all that left me when we can across five red squirrels, three roe deer and a little owl.


  5. At the end of the day I’ve just listened to Gerald Celente’s 15 minute update on what happening in the USA ….. have a listen and despair.


  6. JW: “It remains one of my retirement fantasies to buy one for a song one day, restore it, and then phut-phut-phut out into the shallow waters here and drop a fishing line for a few hours disturbed only by the click-fizz of a beer-can being opened.”…..

    Red blooded………………………………….check.
    Therefore a popular fantasy…………….check.

    Right there with you.

    (Hope that isn’t deemed sexist.)


  7. Remembering to live/love in the moment, for that is all we have.
    Facing the past, with our backs to the future.
    Thanks John.


  8. thanks john for taking me briefly into a pleasant dreamy world of nature and dog walking (i have a rescue alsatian/collie who adores chasing squirrels and rabbits etc .. thankfully she’s not caught one yet,, thoough a young sleepy squirrel only just escaped by ahair of its furry tail yesterday..)..

    ti was still in that day dreamy state until abprutly woken to reality after david’s reference to gerald celentes’ work.. i knew that would be depressing as he is all too aware of the regressive trends taking place and gets very angry expressing them.. so i surfed the net and ended here .

    don’t be put off by the jesus word at the beginning.. it chimes with john’s piece on many levels i thought..


  9. ps the writer of above article is a leading researcher of ‘ecopsychology” which studies the relationship tween humans and natural world through ecological and psychological principles


  10. ps the writer of above article is a leading researcher of ‘ecopsychology” which studies the relationship tween humans and natural world through ecological and psychological principles


  11. John, our market research team are examining the possibility of opening our Seaton and Axminster branches overnight for insomniacal insane shoppers. We find the 24 hour culture is spreading rapidly and that profitability improves with this model on a store by store basis. When we open our stores to full capacity ( Operation Overdrive ) we would like to invite you to the opening ceremonies and gift you with a complimentary cup of coffee with a locally made muppet ,/del> muffin of your choice.


  12. John, I walked along that stretch of coast two weeks ago – West Bay to Seaton in all – spectacular stuff and certainly took my mind off the mess elsewhere.


  13. I could be forgiven for accepting Human Intervention without question in your article, John.

    Clearly Intelligence has gone into Designing it, from your description of the wonders of the sky, the beauty of the crops in the sunshine and the mystery of brain sensory perception, I feel certain that forgiveness is bound to come my way regarding your post.

    More remarkable than the Design in your essay is the Design in what you saw, felt, experienced and described. The Invisible Designer brought it all into a glorious harmony as the rain and the sun cause the crops to grow which feed the terriers and ourselves.

    I wonder if you felt moved to sing “All good gifts around us are sent from God above; then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord for all his love”.

    Science is just too anti-Design, isn’t it?


  14. Bad news. Same sort of fascist policies/laws are being implemented across UK/Europe, step-by-step, jackboot-by-jackboot.


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