The influx.

It is Easter. This means, to many people, fluffy rabbits, eggs, and possibly some religious stuff. To me it means tourists! And not being able to walk the dogs with confidence and in a relaxed way, as we are likely to meet people every few yards. This means leads for pups, and that is hard work and not very good exercise for them.
So a lot of throwing balls and the like in the garden has resulted.
And a lot of listening to the amount of traffic trundling up and down the main road, even now, at midnight. I was in a local hotel earlier today (for a meeting, not pleasure) and was rather surprised at how quiet it was - judging from the traffic noise now it was the calm before the storm.
I must be one of a minority in wishing for rain over the holiday weekend - rain keeps the real numpties away, and limits the chicken bones and rubbish from discarded barbecues. Rain dissuades the walkers who toss their crisp packets and chocolate wrappers to the ground wherever they happen to be. Sometimes I like rain!

I know, I choose to live here, at least to some degree. And given I spent a while in the Lake District it is not exactly a foreign experience, all these tourists. But I still long for silent paths, and the chance to walk and not meet anyone at all. I miss listening to the birdsong without a constant bass and rhythm section from the ever-passing traffic.

This weekend I need to take some time to make some decisions, and then to act on them. Some for me, some for others, some in hope, and some in fear. We shall see.

Profit.

It feels as though all that matters to most people is the amount of money they get for or from something.
I have a deeply unpleasant situation to deal with at the moment, and that is what has triggered these thoughts. In this 'situation' the profit of a large company is being set firmly ahead of the cultural history and tradition of real people, and it sickens me. I shall plough on, but I doubt I will win.
In other news, the wee sausage (smaller of our two sibling dogs) has some relatively rare thingy
(Imerslund-Gräsbeck syndrome) wrong with her, and requires to be jabbed with a syringe of Vit B12 at regular intervals, possibly for life. However, the impact of this vitamin is stunning - our gentle wee dog is gaining weight and being a right little minx!
She is also on heat so being extra feisty of course.

And you see, this is so much more important than money. This is a life, a creature entirely reliant on us humans to keep her healthy and happy.
If only more people would think about lives and less about bank balances . . .

Returning.

That is coming back, retracing steps or that sort of thing. I've been away from this blog for no real reason, it just happened.
So today I am returning to it.
And musing on the lemmingness of people - all in a line heading south after, presumably, all being in a line heading north earlier on.
Today was fine, you see, good weather and all that. So the day trippers tripped up here for the day. I imagine Luss was hotching with people, I was far too antisocial to go and look, and that the various cruisers and stuff were doing good trade.
I took the dogs down to the gates this afternoon, and that is when I met the traffic, but there was no-one there and we had a lovely solitary walk.