The Law currently says that a car park can be set up temporarily in a field for 28days with development rights. Although local Council’s can insist they move , they will only move to another field after the 28 days and the enforcement action to remove them by the Council will have to begin again.
Meanwhile country roads, access points and anti-social behaviour affects the lives of residents who live close to these pop-up car parks. The problem will get worse as Bristol Airport wants to expand it’s number of flights.
What surprises me about this article is that the Government is not backing Council’s by introducing a Law that does not allow this “development right”, it would seem the legislation would stop unregulated rogue car park operators setting up where they like. Makes sense to introduce this Law, so the poor Council’s don’t have to keep enacting enforcement action every month.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
A crowded countryside parking field next to a busy road with slow-moving traffic
When you truly love a show you can’t imagine the characters not existing anymore.You want them to keep going even if the writers have run out of ideas or frankly got bored and feel they have nowhere to go.
So for me there is no “perfect” series finale.
And if I’m disliking the show,then the sooner it ends the better,and there’s always the “off” button.
Pip: thenotsomightyom is out here asking the big questions — meaning of life, the nature of reality — and somehow landing on coffee.
Mara: That's actually a fair summary. The posts move through existential territory: ancient mysteries, ego, vanity, and what we choose to hold onto. Let's start with those big questions and where they lead.
Existential Questions
Pip: The frame here is deceptively simple — what is the meaning of life, what makes you question reality — but both poems treat those questions as something you live sideways into, not solve head-on.
Mara: "Ectoplasm" sets the terms early. After running through philosophy, justification, and fear, it lands here: "It all comes down to ectoplasm."
Pip: Which is either the most honest answer to the meaning of life or the most honest admission that there isn't one. Either way, the dog knows more than we do, apparently.
Mara: The poem does lean on that — the hound understands "ancient lore" while we're busy accumulating thoughts with lots of noughts. There's something genuinely deflating about that image, in a useful way.
Pip: It punctures the whole enterprise of grand explanation without being nihilistic about it.
Mara: "The coffee….." takes a similar angle but from the inside out. The question there is about a moment that made you question reality, and the poem works through ego, shame, crime, wealth, and vanity — not as a catalogue of disasters, but as things the speaker has genuinely moved past.
Pip: The lines "I've managed to crack that ego thing / After all it's just drug dealers bling" do a lot of work in very little space.
Mara: And then the poem pivots hard. After all that clearing away — the relationships, the possessions, the entitled faces on television — the moment of reality-questioning turns out to be a grapefruit rind and a cup of bland coffee at breakfast.
Pip: With a footnote admitting the coffee was actually fine.
Mara: Which is the point, really. The poem earns that landing because it did the philosophical work first. The mundane detail doesn't undercut the reflection — it's the destination of it. Presence over performance, breakfast over vanity.
Pip: Both poems use humor as a delivery mechanism for something that would be insufferable if it were sincere all the way through.
Mara: That balance — earnest question, wry answer — is consistent across both pieces. The small absurdity at the end is what makes the larger observation stick.
Mara: What stays with me is that both poems arrive somewhere grounded after starting somewhere vast.
Pip: Big questions, small landings. There's probably a philosophy in that. Next time, we'll see what other territory comes up.
A white T-shirt featuring a portrait of Iqbal Masih advocating for child rights
I am sitting here in this British Heatwave with the freedom and economic security to look after myself, rest, drink fluids, sit in front of a fan and dare I say it have an ice cream.
And then with the heat just getting too much, the top of my arms burning and I’m not even sitting out in the sun. I am very angry.
For somewhere in the World there is a child who is under ten, perhaps even five or six, working in these temperatures. Probably bonded labour, sold by parents who could not afford to feed or clothe them. No comfort, no relief from the burning sun, only given whatever relief they need to keep them working. No freedom to move, no freedom to take a drink when they want , no shelter, just the pain of repetitive work that there small hands are good at doing. I have no doubt that these conditions still exist , because Iqbal was killed by the Child Labour Lobby in Pakistan. Child Labour was seen as necessary, part of the economy.
My thoughts lament this situation .
In this intolerable heat in the UK with holiday makers out and about, queuing on motorways, people arguing about their routes. Families stopping at overcrowded service areas where suddenly the workers staffing them are overloaded by the demands put on them. Full waste bins, rubbish being dumped unceremoniously on grass areas. Queues for toilets and shortages of all sorts of things. Tempers fray and children cry
” This is the worst holiday ever……”
Perhaps they are right. Perhaps we should be glad that we can live in a society that they have the freedom to choose what they like and dislike and what they will put up with, and they have the right to complain.
With all this talk of AI making everything better, can we link it somehow to allocating resources efficiently so little children do not need to be bonded and that the heat of the sun is converted to better energy both to protect us from it’s harmful rays and create better ways of manufacturing the goods we need.
Then when we reach that Nirvana state where everyone is looked we can consider the demise of the planet that we live on , for indeed that day will surely come.
The billionaires of today want an escape route, but I think that is very naive. They should be looking at the World as it is now and ensuring the health and wealth of all. For that is our future.
What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving?
Why would I watch a movie I expected to hate, surely the opposite is more likely to happen?
However,I’ve wracked my brains and I suppose Ghostbusters was a movie I didn’t think I’d like but it was brilliant.
There were many reasons I thought I wouldn’t like it. Never a fan of Bill Murray and the story seemed ridiculous,so it really did surprise me.I was totally slimed.
We now have a caravan right beside us.They arrived early Friday. They weren’t supposed to be coming until Saturday after we’d gone.There was no room for their car and the man woke us up complaining when really it was his doing.
Still they have two lovely labradors and the man was taking calls from work so he is one of them with a short fuse and brow beaten at work.His wife said hello, but he was very grumpy. The blow up awning leaking didn’t help ,think they forgot to shut one of the valves as it seems ok now.It’s a big one so there are lots of valves.
Done a lot of packing so the normal busy morning tomorrow.Think we’re looking forward to going home now.
Brought Tedi for a late afternoon walk and as the tide was out we must have walked to the end of the beach on the other side from the Holy well,which surprisingly having been coming down here for years we still haven’t visited it.Next time.No pictures as I forgot my phone.
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