Jan's View

By HarlingDarling

Very few cms of space

This is a pretty tiny drawing, I put the centimetre ruler in there to show the scale. It had to be little because today was a day out and there wasn't a lot of time for big drawings. Such a pragmatic approach to creative processes! I was thinking about seeds and how all the potential for growth into fabulous flowers, trees, grasses, and so on, is contained in a tiny space. It really is incredible that the minute dots I planted yesterday will grow into something complex and wonderful.

We squeezed in a yoga session that I was struggling to do (sore hands and apparently no core strength at all) so I did my own versions and stretched and breathed. We had a swift breakfast indoors and were heading south earlier that we have left the house in quite a while! Rusta was our first port of call, the store where I spied some garden furniture of a similar design to our current chairs - bent metal frames (that allow a bit of rocking and don't punch holes in the lawn) and wooden slatted seats. 

Sadly, they are popping their welded joints one chair after another, and the rust is getting a bit wild. I bind up the popped joints on the frames, and mark those chairs with coloured tape, but I worry if someone heavier than me sits on one, and it doesn't hold & tips them onto the ground... I am a natural Elf and Safety person. We took the garden furniture over from the previous owners of the house in 1987. I think we paid about £10 for 6 chairs and a table, a couple of benches and a load of red cushions. All are still in use! (our summers are short, it is true - but this lot have to be 50 years old, at least)

Anyhow, it was a good thing we went to the shop before our walk with friends, as we got the last set of 4 chairs. With a bit of man-handling we slotted a flat pack table and 4 chairs into our car, cushioning them in various inventive ways to stop the rattling. Evidence in the extra. I think I have finally made it to adulthood, spending real money on a garden set, it feels quite grown up.

We met Annika and Lasse and Mika the short haired collie. we had fika, we walked, we talked, very nice to spend time with them, and to be in the sunny forest. It rained in the night, and is raining again now it's evening, but the day was lovely. Before saying goodbye we collected our two boxes of organically grown produce. Avocados and citrus fruits sent to us directly from the farmer in Spain. We ate one of the last delivery of avocados and it tasted really different to the ones we get in our shops...

A bought pizza was tea tonight, it's tiring to be out in the world, socialising, shopping. I think the impressions come so thick and fast I need to almost decompress when I get home... For a friendly, talkative person I am doing a fine job of becoming a bit of a hermit. This pandemic is making changes in so many ways.

Today was a sombre day of remembrance for this area, it's 100 years since 5 people were shot dead by the Swedish military, as they peacefully demonstrated against reduced wages. There was hunger and real suffering amongst the saw mill workers and their families, and the managers reduced the wages - leading to opposition and strikes. The owners brought in blacklegs, from England, to the fury of the local workers who demonstrated in various ways, some violent - stones were thrown, and there was fighting. A general strike was called and a huge march, with many flags flying and brass band music playing, set off from the mill to the strike-breaker's lodgings. 

The military were patrolling - some on horseback - to protect the strike breakers. Shooting started, 5 people were injured and 5 people died. The quick thinking of the trumpet player in the band saved lives - he blew the cease fire - and the military stopped shooting with their machine gun. Today we commemorate the 100th anniversary of this dreadful day, and the flawed decisions that lead guns to be turned on innocent citizens, armed with nothing more than banners and bugles. Here is what Wikipedia has to say. The poem below is my translation of the text on the gravestone of 4 of the 5 who died:

Here lies a Swedish worker
Fallen in peacetime
Unarmed, unprotected
Executed by nameless bullets
Their crime was hunger
Never forget them

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