Being some background information to help highten your enjoyment of Septford and of my bucolic filosophical wanderings in Farmchair Filosophy.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Tractor Wheels
An almost poetic post in the manner of a nursery rhyme, but arising from a deepening sense of gloom. We are but livestock to be moved without warning or explanation from field to field, with no sense of our affinities and loyalties to our companions. It is as though those in charge have read "Animal Farm" and are so fearful that the animals have to be controlled in a thousand small ways - no humour, no online access to an increasing number of potentially useful websites, so many meaningless boxes to tick that do not reflect the reality of life on the farm.
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