I became diverted.

 Though it is all far far more interesting and evocative than any mere ordinary diversion.

But yesterday lunchtime I took a minor diversion up the street in my local small town and at last reencoountered the one and only woman whom....

Well the quickest rant:

But then at last yesterday, i met her again...Penny ..we can name her as i told her " ...in the front of it if i ever write it.... the tales of seven years of their fake care... there will be a line, ' for Penny .... the only one who had the bright eyes to tell it like it is and she alone kept me going '..... and i mean it, lass, you alone.... spoke truth to power the power in question being all your town mates pretending they care about the animals of the hills and ....[to be continued as she made me live again]"..This Quinn roams with no plan and just lives in the moment when the moment comes....always happy.....but then sometimes one has to knuckle down and do the bloody hard work:  fifty gigabytes.... it is all very good if you can absolutely let go and just be, in the moment, with them....but bugger me, what a malarkey just to find a signal .... and be so absurdly organised as to flip into work mode the moment one does. Because love, means, always, always no matter what...  and i know one thing for sure, when I am gone, a few Odysseys i undertook, partook, of as one was never alone... meaning in the consciousness sense even if the 'connected consciousness of the universe' does not stop my local high-in-the hills huge sanctuary  badger set I alone knew existed as i can track animals, and film them covertly, and then film the religious bigot churchwarden cunt who takes money to be an actual environmental steward.... bulldoze many live cubs 18 months  ago.... and Penny alone knew it is US  - no one else, us, at fault for never gathering in solidarity to make sure actual law is enforced "Pen if i grabbed your very-cute-for-a-65-year-old Bertrandineish bum... in the street, now, you would rightly have me in the assizes  and shamed all over the local newspapers... because it is against law people died to have in the statutes....  and yet law that protects these protected animals....no one will ever actually help us....and the worst of the lot the ones who have websites saying they are saviours of the beats when they don't even have the manners to reply to a quite sane message stating one could do with some help prosecuting actual holocaust stuff in the hills....with splendid actual filmic evidence..... Pen... forget this sceptic aisle..... i did all i could and now do need to be off..... sooner or later....as soon as i can marry an EU passport ...ooops Miss Taken Identity....find someone who actually meant what they say...")

("Pen.... they even pretend they read..... they'll have Silent Spring on their shelves but i bet  the pages are as rigid from underuse or never-use, as their fuckin god given sex drive...")

SOUL...

innem....

"Pen....soul.... your bright eyes plus soul....you now that only soul gets you through this wasteland of cant and vanity especially their fuckin self regarding nonsense they stick on their facebook... "

I told her. I told her all because she also understood: just a few, just two, standing up to the lawbreakers and the selfish liars who take money for environmental management then actually kill animals unlawfully, or worse: bury alive a set of young badgers, for example...

Penny knows there can never even be two - so much fear so much apathy. But at least there were two of us - her and I, whom would stand on the dreadful High St of pseuds and  fashionistas and eye to eye have no fear of ne another: me trust her to never reveal what she had been told, as if she did I would be hurt, and her trust me in that passion is very very different to a latent nutcase about to actually bite her bum.

But more. I know this tale - seven or eight years really giving every moment i can find to do a few right things  in respect of straightforward law that exists never mind better practice, so as to ensure healthier ecosystems and more... the complete and utter disingenuity, acedia.... didn't even tire me out, when there is a Penny. And after a period of adjustment, and yes leaving these pestilent lands. Those stories must be told. And i started at last....

The start will be soon. But if possible it must include a few laughs...misery and pity achieve nothing. As Penny too understood. The headline " [ church official and aristocrat and environmental speaker ] gets 6 months for brococide...wife tops erself at the shame..." achieves nothing... energises no one into anything positive. And is thus no restorative justice to the nature so cynically abused. In that case for literally a few quid. 

What a great present... I did not know her name before but always looked for her again. I knew who she 'was' but that's just again more of the 'problem' "do you know so and so.." all you hear. I know Penny. Penny knows me. Because we met eye to eye on something only she was fearless enough to be so open about. All the rest are fakes.