You probably don't know but before 1964 nobody owned the seas surrounding the UK.
They were common land.
In 1964 they were all given to the King, so now all the Wind Turbines and Oil Rigs in the UK pay rent to him.
They should all be placed back under Government control.
It's a scam.
@QLoTII Well said, if they don’t like it here they can always go back to the States.
I think they have forgotten that this country doesn’t allow people to walk around armed with guns!
When Margaret Thatcher privatised our water, she told MPs to wait and see before judging.
Well, we've waited. We've seen (we've arguably seen too much). Now we are judging.
Water privatisation has been a monumental failure. Public ownership now
Just seen a distressing post about a dog and dead sheep. It's time people realised that the ONLY dog safe around farm livestock is a professionally trained sheepdog. YOUR DOG WILL CHASE SHEEP.
The dog means no deliberate harm. It's your fault if you let it off a lead!!
So Trump went for the weekend to Ireland to watch some golf with his very adoring assistant Natalie Harp, leaving Melania at home (Nothing to see here…😱).
He took with him an excessively large number (21) of U.S. military and VIP aircraft (including 2 Presidential jets, 5 cargo planes, 4 large military helicopters alongside additional support and VIP transport aircraft to carry his estimated 1,000-person entourage.
He also deployed a motorcade consisting of 34 vehicles.
The cost of was in the region of $5 million to the U.S. taxpayers.
The cost to Irish taxpayers, was in the region of 20 million Euros. ($23 million USD)
This is shameful…
Irish taxpayers could have better used this money in health and education. Instead this lump of lard made his way over to ‘watch some golf’
He needs to stay the fuck at home. 😡
Dog walkers who did not pick up after their pets have cost a New Forest farmer 18 of the 38 calves his herd was carrying.
Tom Gould is a commoner, keeping cattle on the Forest under rights first written down 800 years ago. He scanned 38 cows in calf in March, turned them out onto Wilverley and Longslade for the summer, and when they came back in only half of them calved. Blood tests found every animal in the herd had been exposed to Neospora caninum. Some of the calves that did come were deformed.
Neospora lives in a dog. It comes out in the faeces, sits in the grass, and gets eaten by a cow up to 6 months later. No vaccine exists and no treatment. An infected cow is infected for life, and she passes it down the female line to her heifer calves, so the loss runs past one year's calves and into the bloodline. Gould could not buy his way out either: New Forest stock has to be double tested for TB before it comes in, so a replacement heifer takes a season to get through the gate.
The New Forest Dog Owners Group, 1,200 members, said it was the foxes. The Moredun Institute, which has been studying the parasite for 30 years, says the dog is the definitive host and it has found no link with foxes.
The dog that carries it usually shows nothing. The owner who left it in the grass will never know he did, and he will walk the same path next Saturday with the same dog and the same bag in his pocket.
That is the quiet half of the damage.
Farm animals worth £1.95 million were injured or killed by dogs in Britain in 2025, up 10% on the year. NFU Mutual asked 1,407 dog owners about it in February.
57% let the dog off the lead in the countryside.
1 in 10 said it has no recall at all.
44% said it comes back some of the time.
72% do nothing to stop it chasing.
Nearly two-thirds do not believe it could harm an animal.
The law moved in March. Unlimited fines in place of the £1,000 cap that had stood since 1953, and the police can now swab a dog, seize it, and come through your door to do it.
Not one person in any of this set out to hurt an animal, and 18 calves are dead anyway.
Pick the mess up and put the lead on. It is the only request in British farming that costs nothing.
Trees 🌳 have been the original climate tech and carbon capture machinery for 370 million years.
No venture capital. No government wealth transfer to corporations. No rare-earth minerals being plundered. No 3-mile-long industrial vacuum cleaner hoovering up carbon dioxide. Just sunlight, water, photosynthesis, carbon capture, flood protection, wildlife habitat and a quiet determination to reduce temperatures.
They pull carbon out of the air like it’s their day job. They shade the pavement so cities don’t bake. They drop local temperatures. They breath out oxygen for us to breathe and create a place for birds to live as a bonus.
Governments have spent billions trying to invent a machine that does a fraction of what a 200-year-old oak has been casually doing since before we invented the wheel.
The most powerful climate technology already exists.
We just keep cutting it down.
Plant more trees. Protect the ones still standing. Trees are the most natural, long lasting, multi purpose and cost effective infrastructure of them all.
But sadly, government facilitated money transfers to corporations doesn’t grow on trees.
When do they start attacking firefighters for putting out the fires in the wrong houses, or paramedics for helping the wrong sort of people.
This shit with the RNLI is only the beginning unless we stop it.
Ne vous disputez pas avec les gens de plus de 60 ans. Vraiment, évitez.
Ce n’est pas seulement une question d’âge : c’est une véritable leçon de survie.
Ils ont grandi sans Google, sans livraison de repas à domicile, sans podcasts de développement personnel et sans bouton « Annuler ». Quand quelque chose tombait en panne, ils attrapaient du ruban adhésif, du WD-40, un marteau et affichaient un air tellement déterminé que même l’appareil en panne finissait par douter de lui-même.
Enfants, ils savaient exactement dans quelle humeur était leur mère rien qu’au bruit qu’elle faisait en posant plus ou moins violemment la poêle en fonte sur la cuisinière.
C’était la génération des enfants qui rentraient seuls de l’école, avec la clé de la maison autour du cou et des consignes très claires : réchauffer le déjeuner et surtout ne pas mettre le feu à la cuisine. À dix ans, ils étaient capables d’aller à vélo jusqu’à l’épicerie du coin, d’acheter une bouteille de lait pour la voisine, de nourrir le chien et d’avoir encore le temps de jouer dehors avec les copains jusqu’à la tombée de la nuit.
Leurs genoux étaient en permanence couverts d’égratignures, de bleus et de traces de désinfectant. Leur trousse de premiers secours universelle ? Un petit rinçage rapide sous le tuyau d’arrosage et un pansement. Tant qu’aucun os ne dépassait, tout allait bien.
Ils buvaient directement au tuyau d’arrosage, mangeaient du pain de mie couvert de beurre et de sucre, partageaient une seule bouteille de Coca à cinq et, mystérieusement, survivaient malgré cette absence totale de désinfection.
C’est la génération qui sait rembobiner une cassette audio avec un crayon. Celle qui connaît le suspense d’attendre toute une semaine qu’un film passe à la télévision, parce que si on le ratait… c’était fini. Elle se souvient des téléphones à cadran, des énormes annuaires en papier dans lesquels on cherchait le numéro d’une famille, et de l’excitation provoquée par l’arrivée de la télévision en couleur.
Ils ont connu les lignes téléphoniques partagées, les rubans de machines à écrire, les premiers téléphones portables gros comme des briques, puis les téléphones à clapet. Et aujourd’hui, il leur arrive peut-être de vous envoyer accidentellement un message vocal de sept minutes dont les six premières sont essentiellement constituées de leur respiration et de :
« Allô ? Tu m’entends ? »
Et ne vous avisez surtout pas de rire.
Parce que sans GPS, ces gens étaient capables de traverser la moitié du pays avec pour seuls guides une vieille carte routière en papier, une glacière remplie de sandwichs et cette conviction profonde que :
« La sortie ne devrait plus être très loin… »
Ce sont les maîtres absolus de la débrouille domestique. Ils savent recoudre, resserrer, recoller et réparer à peu près n’importe quoi. Et quelque part dans leur placard, ils possèdent un fameux « sac à sacs » rempli de sacs en plastique, probablement plus vieux que la moitié des gadgets électroniques que vous possédez.
Alors, laissez tranquilles les gens de plus de 60 ans.
Ils ont connu le monde avant Internet, puis ils ont appris à vivre dans celui d’après. Et pendant tout ce temps, ils ne se sont pas contentés de survivre : ils se sont débrouillés, adaptés et ont continué à avancer.
Et si vous fouillez leurs poches aujourd’hui, vous y trouverez probablement un bonbon à la menthe, un mouchoir soigneusement plié, un comprimé contre la douleur « au cas où »… et surtout une sagesse acquise à la dure qu’aucun App Store ne pourra jamais vous permettre de télécharger.
We’re living through the part of the movie where the scientists are sounding the alarm, begging people to pay attention, and everyone keeps pretending nothing is happening.
@GreenJennyJones This has been in the planning since the late 1990, as the large Cambourne development was built in the middle of nowhere without any public transport infrastructure in place.