commune

37 days ago

I Am Not quite my hero Charles Ingalls in the Welsh summer rain

My mother was a self sufficiency nut in the spirit of John Seymour with whom she corresponded, a believer in  a sort of communitarian way of thinking. I spent a, not entirely happy, summer on a Welsh agricultural commune with her. Even then, aged six or seven I guess there must have been a latent capitalist and libertarian within me because I remember that I sensed unhappiness and impending implosion. There were loud arguments among the adults. Some folks worked hard in the fields while others listened to folk music and dreamed of the revolution. In the  end those who worked walked and those who did not had to go and find someone else to sponge off.

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