On This Deity

January 3, 2017

On the final day of 2016 I went for a walk in Bluebell Woods. Parts of these woods date at least to the 1200s. I wrote on Christmas Eve about the large woods which once surrounded Cottingham, these are pretty much all that is left of 'em. They used to stretch all the way to the village and were full of animals and shit. King Edward I came here to hunt and so did Henry VIII. Probably lots of other unimportant people too. The woods were finished off around the time of the parliamentary enclosures acts in which the government stole most of what little remained of our common land. Forgotten by most, but I don't want to forget. I found maps from the 1500s as part of an art project at university which showed the amount of common land that surrounded the Bricknell estate where I live. Acres and acres, all stolen and no one knows that it was ever ours. I plan to walk the land as it is now as part of a project.

 

It's funny because 2016 saw a few more of our freedoms being stolen by the government with massive new snooping and surveillance legislation, all in the name of fighting "terrorism", all passed with little more than a whimper from its millions of victims.

 

It's been a bleak year in so many ways and this place felt perfect--a small dying stretch of spindly trees, huddled together against the encroaching cash crops. A pathetic, scrubby little shadow of its former magic. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last dance of 2016:

 

 

 

 

I thought it'd be funny to take snaps of 10 years of my NYE Facebook posts using the "On This Day" app.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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