I wouldn't describe myself as a political animal really, although in my younger years I did organise events and attend rallies and marches about important stuff.
Nowadays I think it's too easy in this modern world to think of 'politics' as something separate from the way we live. As something that only concerns the powers that be, those who are in charge of running the country. But I find myself becoming increasingly interested again about the folk who hold the power in Great Britain and how they weild it.
Post lockdown it has become clear to me that there has been a dramatic shift in our lives, it feels to me as though our great wheel has slipped out of its cog and nothing is running as it should be.
I've been following Neil Oliver (you know the coastal guy) and he seems to be talking a lot of sense about the goings ons and why we should all pay attention. As it is we who hold the power to change things or indeed to resist things.
On a recent visit to a National Trust property Quarry Bank in Cheshire, the Mr and I were taken back in time to the 18th century where workers in the cotton mill there were processed and used most abominably. Two thirds of the workers were children, orphans, escapees from the workhouse and some were even sent to work at the mill by their parents who thought they were doing right by them. I have often visited similar buildings before but this one made a big impression on me. I felt upset on their behalf, these poor folk who are long gone.
Some of the looms are still in working order and a volunteer had just a few on whilst we stood and gawped. The noise level made us both feel tight headed after only ten minutes or so and we felt the effects all day. How people survived in a mill like this when all machines were working simultaneously for twelve or thirteen hours a day is beyond belief.
