Animal Farm. Southern Uplands Day Out.

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A day out with Alex and a trip to the Southern Uplands. Once upon a time, in a far away land, two small hills he had his eye on lived within a private estate but public entry and a network of trails made them accessible.

It was also children and family friendly down on the farm which suited me- not for the children though, It was cold, grey and closed with no-one around during our visit- probably opened at Easter- but interesting for the attractions that families like- as I like them as well... occasionally. I liked this mural for instance.

And the small pond with ducks, chickens and baby goats. Alex with a horny youngster.

Happy free range feeders.

Grumpy sheep- a stand in for Eeyore the donkey." Wot are you looking at!"

Me. My new selfie as they took my old one off, presumably because it was deliberately tiny and out of focus.... so no use to 'them.' Due to facial recognition technology anybody that's ever put a clear photo of themselves or anyone else online will be automatically tracked and ID'd, linked with everything they have ever done in their life from birth to death carefully charted out. This will be used to keep track of you for 'advertising purposes', for government files on every UK person and for companies selling data. Your data. Selling you basically. Which is why I try to avoid selfies. Already there are electronic spies in many households, placed there voluntarily by the residents. The next generation of cars may well record every journey you make as standard practice whereas now you have to willingly enlist a free app to do the job.

Another inhabitant of planet Earth keeping a low profile. Recently my Blogger account and Email account seems to be linked to various other companies- Google, auto blog, Huff Post etc- all things I never asked for but I get them anyway whether I want them or not. I deleted my Facebook account and signed up for Twitter instead out of curiousity but it immediately knew a lot about me already. I've never been on Twitter before. That pisses me off right away. Even house prices in every street... street views of front and back gardens and what's in them... everything you buy online is tracked and filed away. And anybody can find it. I might as well tell random strangers in the street every single thing about me and give them the keys of my house for safekeeping. Another reason governments and companies increasingly have you by the b***s will occur when paper cash disappears altogether. Happy Days. It's the modern version of ancient tribes that thought photography could steal your soul from you. Well, now it can.             'One image to rule them all... and in any darkness find them.'

Daffodils in the woods.

Black goat and ducks.

A young goat. Farmers tag their animals so they can keep an eye on them better. Goodbye freedom.

A secret empty mansion house in the woods. Home of the 'Raven King' perhaps. A notorious collector of lost souls.

Primroses.

Red Deer. Presumably farmed for meat here but they do not know that yet.

Red deer herd. Do you know of any other animals that are chip and pinned with their own individual bar codes children?

Springtime within the 'Grand Estate'.

Pond Life.

Village Church. And that is the story of Animal Farm boys and girls. Take heed. And thank you George Orwell for the heads up.

Probably pointless in the long run but I was born in an age of free range humans and I'd also quite like to die as a free range human. A simple wish to avoid stepping into the cage with inviting open door and a filled seed tray inside.
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