Stuart Austin

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Category: Personal

My Retirement Home

When I retire completely I want to move somewhere with a lower living cost and nicer weather. A while back I spent some time in West Texas and fell in love with the small towns around Big Bend National Park. So now I often look at real estate listings to dream on. This house is offered by West Texas Realty and was built approximately 1898. Originally this adobe home was the home of a French family though now it is used as a B & B, it could be converted back to a residence. The main building has 3 main bedrooms, 3 upstairs, each with a private bath. There is a large sitting area that opens out onto a large covered balcony. This balcony was added later on by the present owners. There is a family suite downstairs with a shared bathroom. Outside is an additional room with private shower. Outside there is a private courtyard with an eight-person hot tub, barbeque area & a great place just to relax with a good book. The courtyard enclosure is made from the doors of an old Irish prison. It is on for only £165,000, which seems a hell of a bargain to me!

Ted enjoying his bath

I Shall Wear Midnight by Sir Terry Pratchett

Sir Terry has a new one out and given his health issues we can only hope that there are many more to come. The new one is called I Shall Wear Midnight – US link/ UK link and features Tiffany Aching the witch from the Chalk.

I haven’t read it yet so most of this is from the publisher’s puff pieces but I have yet to be disappointed by Sir Terry’s work – with the exception of ”Nation” which was pants! This new story is about a man with no eyes. No eyes at all. Two tunnels in his head …It’s not easy being a witch, and it’s certainly not all whizzing about on broomsticks, but Tiffany Aching – teen witch – is doing her best. Until something evil wakes up, something that stirs up all the old stories about nasty old witches, so that just wearing a pointy hat suddenly seems a very bad idea. Worse still, this evil ghost from the past is hunting down one witch in particular. He’s hunting for Tiffany.

And he’s found her…

I Shall Wear Midnight – US link/ UK link is apparently a fabulous new Discworld title filled with witches and magic and told in the inimitable Sir Terry style, “I Shall Wear Midnight” is the fourth Discworld title to feature Tiffany and her tiny, fightin’, boozin’ pictsie friends, the Nac Mac Feegle (aka The Wee Free Men).

Leith Hill Tower

Yesterday we walked up to Leith Hill, situated to the south west of Dorking in Surrey. The hill reaches 294 meters (965 ft) above sea level and is the highest point. The books say that it was on the summit of Leith Hill in 851, that Æthelwulf of Wessex, father of Alfred the Great, defeated the Danes who were heading for Winchester, having sacked Canterbury and London. It seems a bit unlikely that two big armies would choose a pointy little hill to fight on but what do I know?

On the summit of Leith Hill is an 18th century Gothic tower, with panoramic views northwards to London and the English Channel to the south. Richard Hull of nearby Leith Hill Place (once home to the composer Ralph Vaughan Williams) built “Prospect House” in 1766, later to become known as Leith Hill Tower, with the intention of raising the hill above 1,000 ft (305 m) above sea level.

The tower is 19.5 meters (64 ft) high and consisted of two rooms “neatly furnished”, with a Latin inscription above the door announcing that it had been built for not only his own pleasure, but also for the enjoyment of others. Hull provided visitors with prospect glasses, similar to a small telescope, through which to survey the extensive views towards London and the English Channel, each some 25 miles away, and thirteen counties on a very clear day.

When he died in 1772, at his request he was buried under the tower, however, following his death, the building was stripped of its contents, doors and windows, and fell into ruin. As a result the tower was filled with rubble and concrete, and the entrance bricked up. In 1864, Mr Evelyn of nearby Wotton House decided to reopen it, but the concrete made this difficult, and so the additional turreted side-tower was added to allow access to the top of the tower.

The tower was fully restored by the National Trust in 1984. This restoration included the removal of rubble and concrete, fitting safety features such as a handrail along the narrow staircase and converting the lower portion of the tower into a national trust shop. Leith Hill Tower is open to the public, with a comprehensive display explaining the history of the tower and giving opinions and memories of local people. Unfortunately it closes at 1700 and we were too late so we didn’t manage to ascend the 180 odd steps and instead went to a charming pub in Ockham at the bottom of the hill.

Martyr at the Tower

And here is the beautiful Marta at the Tower with a rather nervous looking Stanley.

Stanley in Wood

We walked up to Leith Hill Tower today – the highest part of South East England. We took loads of pictures including this one of Stanley peeping through some public art:

Stanley tastes the grass!

This was his first ever time lying on grass. As you can see it is all very interesting for him. But, then again, it is very posh grass being so close to the Queen’s house.

Also, despite what I look like below, I was not either drunk or high!

Stan swings

Stanley loves his new swing!

Regrets of the dying

There is fascinating post up on Inspiration and Chai written by Bronnie who for many years worked in palliative care. The writer worked those who had gone home to die, spending the last three to twelve weeks of their lives. When the dying were questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

  • I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
  • I wish I didn’t work so hard – apparently especially true of the men but s not a worry I have!
  • I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings – don’t carry resentments.
  • I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends – something I am very poor at doing.
  • I wish that I had let myself be happier.

Bronnie concludes that life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

Out of America by Keith Richburg

I am reading Out Of America – US link/UK link at the moment. I first heard of this book when it was first released back in the nineties but was unable to buy it as I was living in Central Africa. Then I forgot about it and just remembered it a few weeks ago. What a great and brave book it is.

In Out Of America – US link/UK link, Keith Richburg takes the reader on his extraordinary journey that sweeps from Somalia to Rwanda to Zaire (now now as Congo) and finally to South Africa. He shows how he came to terms with the divide within himself: between his African racial heritage and his American cultural identity. Richburg was an experienced and respected reporter who had paid his dues covering urban neighborhoods in Washington D.C., and won praise for his coverage of South-east Asia. But nothing prepared him for the personal odyssey that he would embark upon when he was assigned to cover Africa. In the book he shows how he came to terms with the divide within himself: between his African racial heritage and his American cultural identity. Are these really my people? Am I truly an African-American? The answer, Richburg finds, after much soul-searching, is that no, he is not an African, but an American first and foremost. To those who romanticize Mother Africa as a black Valhalla, where blacks can walk with dignity and pride, he regrets that this is not the reality. He has been there and witnessed the killings, the repression, the false promises, and the horror. He concludes following his horrific experiences:

Thank God my nameless ancestor, brought across the ocean in chains and leg irons, made it out alive, he concludes. Thank God I am an American.

The conclusion is even more moving because of Richburg’s experiences of American University education during the Seventies – the height of the ”Black Studies” experiment. And especially so given the rise of Obama who came up through that, almost, separatist ethos.