Monthly Archives: July 2014


images I’ve been camping. This is a new hobby for me, though I’ve been collecting the gear for years and planning on an expedition. It’s a big step to actually put in the action, mind. This is not glamping which I think is a ridiculous middle class concept. No. Camping for me has to be simple. So no electricity link ups, no complicated stoves and certainly no camp beds. One of the great pleasures of camping is feeling my body connecting with the earth. Earthing I believe it is called. It’s said to be good for one’s general health. It is supposed to boost your body’s supply of electrons, which have antioxidant effects,counter inflammation, regulate cortisol dynamics, help sleep and reduce the effects of stress. As well as all that, conductive contact with the earth helps to counter the ‘dirty’ electricity that is polluting the air that surrounds us.So its a shame that ever since my return I’ve felt rather ill…

Never mind, I enjoyed camping very much. The river lulled me to sleep and apart from the pine cones dropping on my tent through the night all was peaceful. My favourite and incredibly simple first night camping meal consisted of udon noodles mixed with a tin of mackerel and large splash of soy sauce and some nibbled herbs I took from my garden. Eaten out of doors, while watching the setting sun, created a memorable meal.The tin plate added to the delight. Don’t ask me why.


Wait and See

20comb-Down-5I always get more views when I post about circles in the field so I guess that after food and sex this might be an attractive topic. I am told it is important to share my creative thoughts daily and this time of the year I think a lot about what’s going on in the circles within circles as they play out in the fields. I’ll never be able to share daily because there are so many other things to occupy my time, like phoning India to discuss my broadband package or having to cross town to get vegetables that are organic. My creative output is limited at the moment but in a month or so my studio space will be ready and I will be painting again. I’ve always found that my paintings attract a lot more attention than my writing. I think people like them because they are accessible and brightly coloured and express joy. Childlike even. My writings map my route but my paintings speak of the destination. Maybe.

There has been a lot of joy in my engagement with crop circles over the years. I started visiting them in the mid 90s after taking a dowsing course in Danville, Vermont after which I joined my local dowsing chapter here in Bristol, England.

This took me into my first circle. I sat in the centre and a man sat down next to me. We started talking. He was an orchestra conductor who was recovering from a nervous breakdown. I was in very much the same place without being a conductor-of orchestras anyway- so we had lots to talk about. After a time a woman came to collect him with the words,”See, I told you magic would happen if you got into a circle.” I have pondered these words ever since.

The word Magic implies a supernatural force but the awe inspiring view of life from where I am sitting has to do with complex but totally natural serendipities and synchronicities- Events that are meaningfully but not causally related abound- this is where the caul of consciousness comes into play.

As far as the field formations are concerned, once the analyses, quarrels, proofs and rebuttals are over, we will perhaps see that the meaning is simple and elegant. Something like, maybe, that all the designs tell us is that there is a link between human consciousness and the Divine. As far as the Mystery is concerned we will all have to Wait and See. In the meantime things in Wiltshire seem to be perking up. Check them out at

A Week in Wiltshire

ackling_dyke_nr_sixpenny_handley_dorset_UK_29_06_14_49I realise that a week without a post is not a good idea but I’ve been crop circling in Wiltshire without wifi or indeed Internet connection. What felt like a disaster to begin with soon seemed to be a good idea- a relief in fact. A chance to stand and stare at trees and fields. Also a chance to read a real book. It was my second reading of What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. A clever and engrossing read. I wept twice which is something I rarely do watching clips on my iPad. It made me wonder if the advent of an iPad in my life is such a good thing.
I say I’ve been crop circling but in truth I spent the week reminiscing about previous years as there’s been little activity in Wiltshire, the energy having moved over the border to Dorset. I met up with Charles (Mallet of Silent Circle fame) at The Barge and admired his new space. It is a metal container painted blue with a very striking blue person on the roof. Charles said this represents unity, which has to be a bit of post modern musing on his part. Or wishful thinking. The Wiltshire crop circle world has increasingly polarised in the years I’ve been visiting and this year the so called hoaxers have turned on one another and, according to Charles, started trashing each others efforts. A sad state to be sure. To me this is reminiscent of the behaviour of boys in the playground, without grownups to monitor their activities. The good news is the space in the blue metal container that is Charles’ new place, is full of soul and gave me hope that things will calm down and the energy will return from walkabout, to its natural home in Wiltshire.
In Devizes Monique Klinkenbergh has set up shop in the Museum and you have to pay near enough a fiver to get in and see her professional exhibition of photos and accounts of strange happenings in the fields. There was no one there when I visited and I found the fact that I had to put the light on myself to see the exhibits a metaphor for the whole sorry mess. Not the exhibition, which is laid out in Ikea like order, but the warfare that is being waged around the fields themselves. Interesting that the Museum now hosts photos of circles in fields along side artefacts from the battle between Roundheads and Cavaliers. Food for thought there about history, truth and the greater plan.
Thanks to Steve Alexander for the photo (above) of the formation at Ackling Dyke Nr Sixpenny Handley, Dorset.