Remember remember ...

Halloween has passed with demons meeting in Downing Street to plot another Lockdown to commence on November 5th, when Parliament meets to approve the measures ... meanwhile, in the cellars, Guy Fawkes' successors are busy preparing a surprise for the politicians ... hmmm, maybe not literally, and anyway Guido was not exactly a progressive kind of guy ... still, let's see how Parliament performs, perhaps plots are already hatched to take down the unpopular junta and replace it with a softer kind of regime, more socially amenable, maybe a coalition with Sir Keir to bring the cleansed Labour Party in to help, though Blair rather stuck with his label of war criminal ... let's see on Thursday on TV for all to see, if you have a TV that is, or care to find one.

Meanwhile, the bastion of democracy across the pond votes to see which old white man will hold the reins next ... or if the whole facade will crumble and reveal the stench of a decaying empire in its death throes.

For readers concerned Wear&Dao has lost its bearings, fear not; politics is a major part of the human game and since we're here on Earth to play with humans, we'd better play our parts as well as possible, be convincing ... resting in the knowledge that once off the stage we get a break ... continuing the roles offstage a sure sign of madness ...

Facebook, collecting and kindly archiving data issues news that on this day six years ago the walk towards radical freedom began ... possessions stripped down to just what would fit in the rucksack, house, car, books, and all the clutter gone ... mind prepared to wander free with nowhere to go, except generally South since it was Autumn, specifically towards the River Dao in central Portugal, because Portugal called and Dao did too ...

The book of the blog starts to take shape as the new base for A Place to Be emerges on the edge of Stanhope ... library grows, peaceful ambience, warm, dry and simple in a contemporary way, with running water hot and cold, electricity some from solar panels, kind neighbours, food in a small garden and in woods and hedgerows all around ... a winter retreat this year perhaps?