Them Blinkers

I had a discussion last night about the bank bailouts and how in my opinion greed and overspending had caused the economical crap that is happening. Last Wednesday, in Edinburgh, the house of a former bank director, Sir Fred Goodwin was attacked with bricks. Some windows were broken and his car was damaged. People are angry and some still wonder why. Ignorance is bliss perhaps but you’ll only get a fresh look without the blinkers.

It’s ridiculous that the taxpayer -as usual- ends up having to sort out other people’s financial problems because some can’t contain themselves and their need to have more and bigger. My parents taught me the importance of saving up money at a very young age. I never had pocket money, I could earn money by getting good grades in school three times a year and I would get some extra money from family on my birthday or by getting a job.

That way they taught me its value, what it means to wait and save up for something you would like to buy and that you can’t just go out and spend what you don’t have. It’s about making choices, about balance, about tactics. So yes, I can understand why people are upset because in the end they’ll pay for the greed of others. People still seem to think that money buys them happiness, convenience perhaps. Happiness no, definitely no.

The discussion I had was a mini version of what is going on around us. Remarks were made that one would rather be unhappy with millions than happy with nothing. I’ve realised ever since we met that I have totally different values compared to the other person. And perhaps having a discussion with someone who refuses to look at things from another perspective is a bottomless discussion that I should avoid altogether after all.

Peat, Mud and Bogs

I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to wake up by the sound of birds in the morning or to get your shoes all dirty with thick greasy mud or peat, having to walk across a bog trying to stay dry [mission impossible] or cycle to the top of a steep hill on a mountain bike… I was in New Forest, National Park near Southampton, over the weekend to visit friends. I went sailing with them in Croatia in 2006 facing some hectic gales and hail and thunderstorms at the time.

The trip to the south was crap since the M25 was the usual Saturday annoying kind of M25 where you sit in solid traffic for hours moving 50 mph -if you’re lucky- because there’s some serious rubbernecking going on literally over ‘nothing’. Because of this there was a two hour delay which was reduced to one hour at arrival due to the exceeding of speed limits the moment the rubbernecking zone was finally passed *sssh*.

Later that day I went to Lymington with M. to visit the local market and the pet shop. Lymington is a nice little place, slightly touristic but not in an annoying way. On our way back to the car, we sat down on the quay for a while to relax and enjoy a Cornish pasty and the view of the sea, the boats and the old! train going across the water. In the evening we went out for a pint and a curry at the local pub and the Indian restaurant in Ashurst.

Sunday we cycled most of the day through the New Forest, the weather was amazing: for two days it has been sunny and warm: perfect to go for a bike ride, speed down a hill, watch the wild horses or sit near a babbling stream for half an hour to enjoy a picnic while basking in the sun. I had some quiet time sitting next to a stream listening to the birds and the sound of the water. I came back with a ‘Katjang’ tan and totally relaxed: holding on to this while I can…

Coz today, it’s pissing with a strong wind and grey sky that’s about to burst with thunder any moment now.

Lymington

Lymington

A picnic break enjoying the sun

New Forest, National Park

Sitting next to a babbling stream for a while

New Forest, National Park

Swamp

Swamp

Swamp

The wild horses