The Great Escape

it's a tricky time of year at work, and remains so until the end of March, so opportunities for coherent or creative thought are few and far between. Ironically it is also the time of year when my itchy feet are at their itchiest; however this year, with the ongoing 'economic crisis', it appears I may have competition. 

This glorious item from The Times yesterday ('Dig for Equanimity'!), reminding me of how tasty my grandad's home grown veggies were, picked in the morning and eaten for lunch (for some reason my own home grown food didn't taste as good); then today there is this in the Guardian, which makes perfect sense- how egalitarian is  the idea of 'guerilla gardening', although I might draw the line at producing food in a cemetery; and finally, most interesting of all, the forthcoming BBC series 'Monty Halls' Great Escape' follows the adventures of a man from Bristol who tries life as a crofter on the west coast of Scotland for six months. The quote from our erstwhile adventurer at the end of a 'Radio Times' article on the programme this week will doubtless send disaffected folk fleeing to the hills in search of living their dream(s):

'If there's one thing I'd like viewers to come away with, it's this: live the dream. People put off their dreams too easily,when they should just do it. When you're on your deathbed, you won't look back and be proud of your achievements; you'll just regret what you didn't do'.

If everyone is intent on fleeing the cities, maybe I will be able to afford that riverside flat with views of Battersea Power Station after all...