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I am returning after a long spell of not blogging as my computer was out of order. Computers unfortunately are prone to malfunctions, causing much anguish and unpleasantness to their owners. Anyway, it is good to be back.

We are past the mid way of January, and what a month it has been, gales and costant rain, and in places serious flooding. Up untill now the outlook has not been very good, the island looks so dark and gloomy. Good hope for the future wanes as each year seems to have the edge on previous years with the most undesirable climatic aspect.
Since the time I was a boy, as we were crofters, I was used to cattle feeding at this time of year. In the winter, this was almost our main occupation, the cattle being housed.
The barn was always well heaped up with a supply of corn and hay that had been transferred from the stack-yard and therfore, well positioned for the nearby byer, even in the stormy weather, and then fed to the awaiting cows and calves three times daily at least.
As one would understand the beasts required to get out for a little exercise and to get a drink. On a really bad day they returned inside almost immediately. If my memory serves me right, this rarely happened. The general make up of winter time then was good and and bad spells which didn't seem to be an end in themselves to the extent of being surreal, as I see it now.
I definately accept Climate Change to being a relevant part of this day and age, and that sometime, even, in the near future, we could be heading for some kind of anticlimax. The efforts to combat world wide pollution seem somwhat unadeqcuate and the deliberations of governments lack in content.
It would be so easy to say, "why worry", as many appear to do, but we are the custodians of all that is entrusted to us, as regards this planet. Should we not with, all good will, adopt the philosophy of all those who are genuineily concerned.

These last few days we have been reminded of the holocaust that happened during the the last world war in such horrifying proportions, that even in these days of further wars, bombings and terrorism, it is difficult to believe that such crimes could have been perpetrated against humanity.
I was born in 1942, and even till the end of the war in Europe, I had no real knowledge of this immense conflict. My understanding of this turmoil didn't gain credence till I was about to go, or after I went to school. I then realised that I had missed out on a tremendous contention and possibly, that I'd been saved from the intentions of a deplorable regime.
Their crimes were appalling, I learned more as I grew older, Jews and other ethnic people were exterminated to appese a warfareing leader and his cohorts, to get rid of all who treatened their idea of a new dynasty and nation.
In these last few days of rememberance In Scotland, we are aware again of a very special person from the same dark days, the Jewish teenager Ann frank, left a legacy to the world in her writings. They made it exceedingly clear what extremes a power estabilished on suspicion and hate can can go to.
Ann Frank did her writing not in the best conditions, but her message was not one of distaste, but one filled with a strange wonderment.
Unfortunately, this talanted girl came under the heavy hand of anti-semetism and died in a concentration camp having left an indelible legacy that all who may read it may react with awe and a thankfullness, that the lights returned to Europe.