wintery road to nowhere

I had to scrape ice off the car before I could drive off this morning...and put gloves and a hat on. Time to sort the barn out so I can park the car in over night!

The rest of the day has been beautifully sunny, real late autumn golden glow with an icy wind.

Thanks to everyone who had commented on my blips for the last few days, I've really enjoyed the attention ;-) I was going to write a bit of a sermon today but I've got a coffee going cold downstairs...however, just a little, weensy sermon...because the cuts announced in the UK yesterday have got to the bit of me which is still British and still remembers what it was like to grow up in the Thatcher years. I grew up in poverty and always hankered after a camera and more art materials. I did my A level art project on 'scrap' because I literally had no art materials, so used what I could find. I knew I had no chance to carry on in the creative world and decided to go to university to study something I could earn money with rather than going to art college. By some strange twist of fate, I ended up middle class and well educated and Swiss. I really appreciate the chance that life threw at me and am proud of the fact that I grabbed the life-line that was thrown to me rather than doing that working class pride thing and saying no. Now I have my camera and can afford to buy beautiful art materials for my daughters. It breaks my heart to think that the fat cats in the UK are still in charge, can still afford to give their kids everything, when people at the other end of the scale will have to just have to reduce to the bare essentials, again. This, to me, is the hidden poverty of the 'developed world'. That children can't afford to live out their creativity and parents are forced to make choices that no one would want to make. Fairness, as defined by the current UK government, is a wintery road to nowhere.