14th August 2010
French Petrol Station. Aire de Chatellerault, Usseau.
The French petrol station on the way home. As you may expect – the weather is turning, it’s all turning grey the closer we get to the UK. Bit unfair but it’s drawing close to the end of an amazing holiday.
We’ve done nearly 2000 miles and met some fantastic people. Laughed our asses off and been poor kings on the run from our lives. Here we are, in the place that’s made it all possible. At least the 2000 miles in 12 days part.
The magic potion station. Where flammable dreams are sold. Apparently there’s equivalent energy in 4 years of a man’s life as in a tank of fuel. We are the lucky ones. The lucky bastards. Until it all back fires on us. Live it up while we can right?! Fly and gorge while we can. Had an amazing time but at what price? I’m coming down again off the high. The smog is clearing or coming in – to remind me. But really – I don’t believe in the poisons we’ve dropped into the atmosphere round Europe. I don’t believe in climate change – just at the moment … so as not to spoil things. So. Without wanting to end on a dour note – thank you world. The potion was amazing. And my apologies for using it so decadently.
13th August 2010
Interview with Adrien to follow.
This fantastic tree is being supported on stilts. Welfare for trees.
After the interview there was a brilliant interventionist clown show on the roundabout. One of the best comic challenges executed perfectly. They were amazing. Here they are in action:
12th August 2010
Le dun de PILA, France.
Jungle jumble. Get some order in this mess! … (imagine it) rows … of trees in the right places. Assist the growth … (number the trees). EU bananas but forests. What would become of things if bureaucrats carried on taking over. Uniform trees and forests. Of course for example much of Finland is grown in this way… at least grown as a harvest for the wood. If you fly over Finland it looks like natural forest and tons of it but it aint.
But what about genetic trees that grow perfectly uniform. It could conceivably become fashionable. A world of people brought up as OCD where a natural forest – one you might visit in a arboreal museum looks untidy and the visitors can’t believe a forest used to look like this. Dead fallen branches and rotting vegetation and everything competing for light – reaching to the cracks of light and adapting/surviving by growing a unique shape. Fitting into the available resources. Finding a niche.
We all know the beauty is in the chaos. The crooked and windy and broken. A properly unmanaged forest has something totally calming. Conversely – apparently a managed forest grows better/mor effectively. So perhaps a McDonalds forest is what we need. Efficient, cheap and the leaves swept by teenagers. However, if McDonalds started planting forests instead of cutting them down then … Hazaah.
Encroaching desert … water shortage/cypruss … (Sorry to bang on …).
A crap load of sand.
Start looking like my holiday snaps – they kind of are … I’m on a holiday.
8th August 2010
These trees – I think they may be plain trees that have been goaded into growing in this way would make incredible tree houses. This one pictured was the only one I could access – the real beast in the centre of town could accommodate a small 2 bedroom flat. The branches stretch out horizontally for the floor and then bend up at an equal distance at 90 degrees for the walls. The ready made foundations for a house – on a single stilt. And the birds. So many birds – they seem to love those trees.
You know when you imagine the apocalypse and everyone but you and a handful of people are wiped out – maybe just you and one other person(?) A beautiful woman in my case – ready to repopulate the world or not. Bit of a hassle, all those children and responsibility. Well you imagine having a few places to live around the world maybe take Swartzenegger’s house for a laugh or live in Big bens bell
tower, no prob turn off the clock.
You imagine following the seasons in Prince’s tour bus visiting all your new homes. Well, all this stuff has been just abandoned, so … so well … one of these trees would be one of my little get aways, and since there’s no way the local council will give me planning permission to build one now. I’ll just have to hope … ;) Either that or this book or some other project takes off. To be fair though – one home would be quite enough. In a tree. Why not. Or in several – (close together).
7th August 2010
Camping les criques de porteils, Collioure, France.
Tree over the med. Nice. These glasses make everything look warmer and rosier. Real rose tinted glasses. Have you ever worn actual rose tinted glasses. To be honest they make everything look a bit naff. What I think anyway. Makes the saying quite ironic. But we are living with tinted glasses – most of the time – relatively. Metaphorical ones.
But we are the lucky barsturds right? We take them off to watch the news for half an hour and then return them to obscure the picture, lapping up the scenery of our ‘easy’ lives. I speak of us working class aristocrats and those above us – (financially). It’s an amazing thing to have a bit of intentional ignorance to relax within. Bliss is necessary for when you return to the battle, – where tinted glasses are a distraction. You can’t fight if you’re numbed and subdued and dazzled by the theme park and all its over done colours. Am I being too cryptic? Basically. Have a rest then get back on the horse. Ha!
On the other hand maybe – like the real rose glasses that make it all look bland– if you’re not seeing the picture as it truly is – as in – not in its full terrible and amazing richness, with all the real colours– then the experience is the same. A bit bland.
There’s a quote – another from Khalil Gibran about weeping but not all your tears, or laughing but not with all of your joy. I’ll dig it out.