Leaving the Country: Goodbye Great Hucklow

There’s a lot to be said for committing to a change of scenery.

Let’s be honest, sometimes it can be hard simply staying in the same places and doing the same things every day.

Variety is, as they say, the spice of life. It’s a spice that I’ve not had enough of recently and I mean this both literally and metaphorically. That’s why I’ve made the difficult decision to move away from Great Hucklow. This has been my home for well over a century, but over the last few months I’ve felt that it’s been transforming into my prison.

These green fields, beautiful hills and stunning landscapes combine to create something akin to a paradise: so why is it that I’m unhappy here?

For many people, a life spent in Great Hucklow is highly desirable, after all, houses here aren’t exactly cheap. The peace and tranquillity that reigns here is something that many city dwellers would dream of. There are no street lights here in our little village, it’s often something that visitors comment on when they stay here for the night. With no street lights to pollute the night sky, the stars are given full reign to light the sky. Who needs street lights when you have the bright silvery moon, with thousands of stars to light your way home at night?

But that’s just the problem that I have with this peaceful, but beautiful village. There is nowhere to go home from.

If you weren’t aware before, Great Hucklow is conveniently placed in the centre of the Peak District. I italicise ‘conveniently’ because, other than beautiful landscape and barren wilderness, there’s nothing that we are really that close to here. Herein lies the crux of the issue, other than drinking down the Queen Anne, there’s really nothing much else for me to do here. The night life is non-existent, it’s hard to meet new people and there are precious few things to do in the local area other than walk aimlessly from village to hamlet to village.

So I’ve sold up my house. I’ve emptied the place of all my belongings and I’ve booked a taxi to take me out of this place. I’m going to pay through the nose for it, but I don’t care. I want to leave this village with nothing but a spare change of clothes, a bottle of water and my wallet.

Where do I go from here? That’s the real question.

I think I’m going to go and live in an honest-to-God city. I’m going to go where the constant hum of traffic plays like a soundtrack to my life. Where the sickly yellow glow of the street lights are reflected in the night sky, obscuring the stars. Where thousands of people jostle and bump for food, air and life. I can stay in hostels at first, simply soaking up the flavour of these city streets, drinking cheap booze and meeting travellers.

I’ll become a shadow, a ghost, pretty soon won’t be visible at all.

There's A Service For Cleaning Your Oven!

When I was young I remember a lot of fighting.

Fighting with fists, fighting with words, fighting with ideas.

Fighting with friends, fighting with family, fighting with myself. Fighting, fighting, fighting. I fought because I really had to fight, I was born at the bottom and I had to drag myself up. And to get myself up I had to fight. I didn’t have a choice, it was fight or fail. I fought.

And now look at me, I am so totally not at the bottom any more, I have money and I pay other people to do stuff for me. There’s a service where people come clean your car, so I use it. There’s a service where they come and look after your pets, so I use it. There’s a Service For Cleaning Your Oven, so I use it. I use it because I can and I want to. Because I don’t have to fight any more. Because I earned it.


I have no children, I don’t want to die with wealth. That’s wealth I could have spent, that’s a waste. Dying with anything would be a waste, it would be disrespectful to myself and the time I put in to working so hard to earn all of that money. That’s hardcore that is yes it is. Very hardcore. Such is the nature of the game, and the game is afoot!


So run!

I Don't Know

I don’t know what to write,

I don’t know what to think,

I don’t know what to say,

Because there’ll be no point,

In saying what I want,

So I’ll try and say nothing,

So I’ll try and say nothing,

So I’ll try and say nothing,

And it will be infuriating,

For you and for everyone,


But fine, be furious,

I can’t see how else you can be,

Furious at everything and furious at me,

And I’ll be sad.

Sad because you never want me,

You asked if I was fine,

And I told you it was fine,

And I lied,

Because is that even a question?

How could that be fine?


So go and be with all those other people,

I don’t know anyone in your life who has less importance than me,

I don’ know anyone in my life who seems to value you time with me less than you,

You know, I’m not a shitty waste of time,

I guess I’ve been to nice, to easy,

To desperate and needy,

I offered my self completely,

without qualification,

so you’ve taken me, for granted.

Well fair enough



Helping Hucklow

Great Hucklow.

That’s what we call ourselves.

But what makes us great? What is it about us that is so great? Why do we look in the mirror and feel pride and love for ourselves? Why do we believe that we are worthy of affection and high regard? Why?

Well, it is an ongoing battle. To maintain a good opinion of oneself should be an ongoing battle. If you find a way of granting yourself endless self esteem you’ve probably played a little mental trick that is completely inadvisable. Self esteem, self regard, it has to be earned and maintained. So, Great Hucklow, what are we going to do to impress ourselves?

Well, I recently visited my cousin over in Liverpool, and over there in Liverpool, they are doing a lot of things with Wood Pellet Fuel, a couple of my cousins friends are trying to become completely off the grid by 2040. Now THAT’S a goal!


In the year 2040 where will Great Hucklow be? What will Great Hucklow be? Will we be using wood pellet fuel as an alternative energy source in an attempt to save our planet from the environmental apocalypse we are forcing on ourselves with our indifference and destructiveness?

It’s exciting times. So, my question to you is, what are we going to do?



What's Important? Safety Pool Covers, That's What

Everyday in the United States Of America (USA) 10 people die from accidental drowning.

Of that ten, two are children aged 14 or below. Drowning is the fifth most popular accidental cause of death in the United states. I don’t know what the statistics are for the UK, or more specifically for Hucklow, but I know that swimming pools in many way mean one thing: danger.


Now, what do we do with the danger in our lives?

Well, it seems quite clear to me, we do our absolute best to eradicate it at all costs. If you do not eradicate a danger that could have been eradicated and then someone falls victim to that danger, then their blood is on your hands. Think back… just how bloody are your hands, friend?


One way that you can seriously reduce the number of deaths from drowning in swimming pools is to cover those pools (i.e paramount safety pool covers) if pools have these covers on whenever they are not being actively swam in the chance of someone drowning in them will be significantly reduced. With a cover on, also, swimming becomes more of a ‘to-do’ as you have to get the cover off and on again, so people will simply swim less which reduces the chance of drowning when people are meant to be swimming.

And yet, it is not legally compulsory for people to have safety covers on their pools. Every day that it is not every pool death is on our hands.

On the hands of the people and on the hands of the political class.

Flying, Parking, Liverpool, Life

We used to dream of flight, it seems something almost essential to the human experience, this dream.

It appears, to me, to be a confluence of many of the facts of the human condition: the inquisitiveness we’ve evolved to help us invent and create to survive, our want to escape from where we are that has driven us to safety and to new horizons, our creativity and our imagination most importantly – that all humans, when looking at the sky, seeing birds soar through it, dream of joining them up their and flying freely with them.

That is a beautiful idea, undeniably.

I love the dream of flight, I think it is inspiring and beautiful, create and glorious, beautiful, beautiful indeed.

When I was young me and my father used to make those little model planes and fly them around the park for hours and hours. We’d watch it soar through the sky and just wonder at it. My Father wanted to be a commercial pilot, he had gone through the whole training program and had done really well, only to be told that he had a slight eye defect and that ruled him out of the whole thing.

I think it really affected him, it was one of the main contributors to his deep sense of dissatisfaction that drove him to such stress and anxiety later in life. I have no desire to be a professional pilot, but I sure do love to fly.

I drive up to Liverpool all the time and watch the planes (nightmare finding where to park your car at Liverpool John Lennon Airport, but I’ve managed it and so can you on Airport Parking Market) once I’ve parked the car.

I love watching those real full sized planes fly up into the big blue, up their where my Dad is now.

Living With Nature

‘Nature’ is a concept with a multitude of intertwined meanings.

Like the knotted roots of an old tree, these meanings are woven together, at the same time creating and being created by each other.

There is nature as it refers to those things which are natural, those elements which arise according to the ‘laws of nature’.

Then there is ‘nature’ in its more abstract; as the force and entity which holds the essential properties of naturalness, and bestow on elements the definitive virtue of naturalness, or to put it more neatly – the laws of nature themselves.

We also have now, with the rise of the urban, ‘nature’ as that which exists ‘out there’ beyond the reach of the city. This is nature as a place where the laws of nature reign freely, contrasted with the anthropogenic law and environment of urban settlements, which are seen as having isolated themselves from the tyranny of nature’s rules.


Etymologically the word ‘nature’ derives from the Latin natura, a philosophical concept close to ‘birth’, natura was used as a rough translation from the ancient Greek phusis, which itself was loosely related to the common verb for growth in the natural sense, as in the growth of a plant. These terms came together to, in the simplest terms, refer to things ‘as they happen by themselves’, without human interference. So here at an early stage nature is defined as foreign to man, and man foreign to nature. Nature is existence ‘sans l’humanité‘ without mankind. 

But nature is not without mankind. Mankind is a part of nature, as much as anything else is. We are as much subject to its rules and a product of them.

I live here, in the wilderness, in the wild nature. It persists, even now in this age.