Summer is slowly but surely crawling into its annual existance. In the past few weeks the trees and hedges around Calstock have turned into a rich green and the sun brings warm evenings best spent sat outside with a cold beer. Such a situation allows for a lot of pondering. With all the crap that’s going on in this world, it’s pretty easy to become dispirited and I’m really at the point in my life where big questions are being asked… I better not get started or I won’t stop! However, when it comes to advice about how one should live one’s life, I can quote a fine extract from A Man without a Country, the loose memoirs of the late Kurt Vonnegut, the American novelist and humanist who also said, “We are put on this Earth to fart around. Don’t let anyone else tell you any different.”
…I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principle complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
I’m off to visit my brother in Turkey for an undecided length of time. Wishing you all a lovely summer. Peace.



















