I have just returned home from sailing in Greece. As usual, it was very inspiring and challenging in the Ionian Sea. Liz and I went to Corfu, hoping to go to the Greek islands to the north opposite Albania but unfortunately the wind blew from the south, not the prevailing north west, and since there was little shelter on the islands from the south we decided to call it another day. We then went south via Levakda to the island of Meganisi before returning to Preveza where we left the boat on the land for the winter
I am now back home in East Devon, gardening, walking by the sea and finishing the second part of my memoirs. The first part had been published with the title Bognor Boy: How I Became an Anarchist and takes my life up to when I was 20 years old. The second part is from then until now. I am 76 years old and very aware of time’s winged chariot passing very close by. I have little time left. We are all born astride the grave, and one thing I early learned from existentialism is that we are born to die.
We all have to make room for the next generation and I have tried to pass on the torch of ‘enlightenment’ and to create a more just, equal and free world for all beings, both human and nonhuman. My generation in general has made a mess of things, particularly regarding the environment , and I have largely been a voice in the wilderness. Yet there is a significant minority of young people who wish and fight for a better world. There is still hope.