But the mills in our valley are silent
The Windows all darkened and dead
And there's never a job
When schooldays are over

This is an extended version of the a previously published poem

 I'm sure you all have had a look at the picture of my westie. It is with sadness I have to report that a week last thursday We had to have him put to sleep he had been ill for some time his back had gone. I took him out for his walk as normal and fed him then wnt to work . Sometime during the morning my brother Philip Heard him crying and on investigation Found him in the kitchen in a pool of mess. He took him to the Vets where it was decided that kindest thing would be to Put him to sleep. We are now sort of over it and in the summer we are hoping to get another Westie as a pup

Hi all this is my first Entry in a while as I have been actively persuing my hobbies Camping,Photogtaphy,Travel and my latest one Urban Exploring.

During the summer months I spent a lot of time camping at Malham in the Yorkshire Dales ,Taking a lot of photographs. In September I went to Tenerife for two weeks Which was ok apart fro the accomadation. On returning I started this urban exploring thing in a nutshell wego into disused and derelict buildings and take photos. I re start work on the 7th January and am looking forward to my holiday in Tenerife again. This time in a private appartment. I will post on a more regular basis in the coming weeks Take care one and all

Today

I lost my best mate he fought in fighrter command in the second world war although he flew he always said to his wife never think of me as a hero I am only doing a job of protecting my country he was an escort fighter in the early days of the war and many times flew with 633 squadron and was on the dambusters raid 

Charlie your tonight with the best

Just thought I share a picture of my Doggie Spencer Hope you all like him

The mills in our valley are silent

The windows all darkened and dead

And there's never a job when schooldays are over

For Alice Liza and Ted

The poem is from a pub in Slathwaite and the mill is in Bradford In the last 20 years I have seen countless mills close and either be demolished or converted

When I was a school leaver in 1976 there was work a plenty in the mills and you could walk out of one job on the Friday and get a fresh start on a Monday 

But sadly like the mills this is long gone

Over the last few days I have been troubled by broken Dreams None seem to make sence and none seem to last as long I just cant seem to put 2 and 2 together

Might be a rubbish Blog but someone may have an idea

It is the soldier not the minister

Who has given us freedom of religion

It is the soldier not the reporter

Who has given us the freedom of the press

It is the soldier not the poet

Who has given us freedom of speech

It is the soldier not the campus organiser

Who has given us the freedom to protest

It is the soldier not the lawyer

Who has given us the right to a fair trial

It is the soldier not the polititian

Who has given us the right to vote

It is the soldier who sulutes the flag

Who serves beneath the flag

Whos coffin is draped by the flag

Who allows the protester to burn the flag

This was found in a paper and i thought I would share it with you and also publish it in gratitude to all the brave troops from what ever country and where ever they are serving

God speed them a sfe campagin and swift return home

This week end may we all remember all conflicts

They shall not grow old as we are that left grow old

Age shall not weary them nor the years comdem

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them

Old age likes to haggle with time; only inthe arms of pleasure does morality sleep in peace