Susan Turner

By the way, this could not be more perfectly timed…

Britain has a major religious festival called Easter, the most important date in the Christian calendar. The civility and success of our country was built on Judeo-Christian values. We will not stay quiet if Easter is erased to appease a minority.

This is a Street Scar. We’ve all seen them: the freshly laid paving or granite setts, the Yorkstones lovingly laid on a slow street, or in front of a newly repaired parade of Victorian shops. Within months, weeks or, sometimes days, a slice or a square of them are pulled up thoughtlessly, cracked, smashed or, worse, thrown needlessly away and replaced by a scar of tarmac which lingers for months or years or forever and which seems to laugh at any local or neighbourhood desire to live in a place with self-worth. “I am authority,” it seems to say. “I am from nowhere. I serve the needs of a nameless, placeless corporation. I don’t care about you, or your neighbourhood or your friends. You don’t matter. Your local aspirations are pointless and petty. Get lost. I don’t care…..”

The Old Bakehouse 🏡

Activist: "A third of all crops grown globally are fed to livestock. That's obscene." Farmer: "A significant portion of that is crop byproducts and materials that don't meet human food standards." Activist: "Crops are crops." Farmer: "The broken biscuits at the factory. The oilseed cake after pressing. The sugar beet pulp. The distillers' grain after whisky production." Activist: "Still food." Farmer: "Not food anyone is eating. It goes to landfill or it goes to cattle." Activist: "Someone could eat it." Farmer: "The biscuit that broke in the factory could have been a fine biscuit. It wasn't. My cattle are its retirement home." Activist: "That can't be most of the figure." Farmer: "It's a huge chunk of it. The figure is regularly presented without that context." Activist: "Where did you read that." Farmer: "I feed the cattle. I know what they eat." Activist: "But still..." Farmer: "The broken biscuits are their favourite, since you're asking."

Apparently there's no link between migrants and violence against women and girls, according to Liverpool's Labour council in a "myth-busting" push – with critics being told not to believe their lying eyes. dailysceptic.org/2026/03/22/don…

Everyone: Please stop the boats Regime: Best we can do is a BBC drama casting you as the villains for noticing

Making Tax Digital MTD means from 6 April you are required to file digitally 4 times a year If you have Self Employed / landlord income of 50k p/a! Then in 2027 for 30k then in 2028 is 20k! They are pushing really hard to forced Digital ID all round (as well as tax us all into poverty) Make sure you do not use One Login - have an ACSP Accountant do it - and INSIST in run up to Local Elections there is ALWAYS an option to NOT use digital. This is why Together’s Digital Bill of Rights is so crucial Tell your MP, organise locally, get involved with events protests & calls to action Sat 25 April 4 Nation rally #notodigitalid @Togetherdec

Billions a year sent abroad for whatever they want Billions a year on illegal immigrants and asylum seekers, including those who clearly want to take advantage of free everything. But defence against missiles? Nah - defenceless, mate. What a shambles.

Beautiful everyday Ladybird things. Lloyd Loom furniture (although the pictures come from Ideal Home magazine, 1955)

Another 30 yards of hedge planted. 50% hawthorn, the rest dog rose, hazel, maple and blackthorn. I can hardly walk …

The BBC’s new programme suggest that submitting (FOI) requests and accusing the government of downplaying or covering up official statistics on undocumented migrants, amounts to extremism. If that’s the case, then according to recent polling, a large majority of the British public (often cited around 60-80% on concerns over illegal immigration and demands for transparency/deportations) would qualify as extremists. 😂

What kind of country have we become when a hospital bed is no longer a place of refuge but a place of risk? Let’s strip away the polite language and the bureaucratic fog for a moment. Children. Children. Sexually assaulted while receiving medical care. Not on a dark street. Not in some lawless corner of society. In hospitals. Under the watch of a system that exists for one purpose only, to protect, to heal, to care. And what do we get in response? Committees. Reviews. “Frameworks.” A quango promising to “monitor” the problem through a system the public can barely access. It would be laughable if it wasn’t so morally grotesque. This is not a failure of policy. It is a failure of courage. Because when nearly 80% of hospitals are not even reporting these incidents, we are no longer dealing with isolated breakdowns. We are looking at a culture that prefers concealment over confrontation. Reputation management over human dignity. Optics over truth. And here’s the brutal reality no one in power seems willing to say out loud. If you cannot guarantee basic safety in a hospital ward, you have no business lecturing the public about “care pathways,” “trauma-informed approaches,” or any of the other soft, padded language that fills reports while real people are being harmed. This is what institutional decay looks like. Not dramatic collapse, but quiet tolerance. A slow, sickening normalisation of what should never be normal. And don’t miss the most chilling line in all of this. Patients can choose whether to report to the police. As if the burden of justice should sit on the shoulders of someone who has just been violated. As if silence equals consent. As if fear, confusion, and vulnerability are somehow conditions for informed choice. No. That is abdication dressed up as compassion. A civilised society is measured by how it protects the vulnerable when they cannot protect themselves. On that measure, this is not just a scandal. It is an indictment. If this does not provoke outrage, if this does not force immediate, visible, uncompromising action, then we are not drifting anymore. We have arrived. And where we have arrived is a place where the most basic duty of care has been hollowed out and replaced with paperwork. Hospitals should be sanctuaries. Right now, they are failing to be even safe. And that should shame every single person responsible for allowing it to continue.

The BBC’s latest high-budget fantasy: a “dangerous extremist” for the heinous crime of noticing boatloads of fighting-age men landing on our shores. In their warped world, it’s a radical act of war to want a border that actually works. They’ve got the dramatic music and stern-faced agents to tell you that you’re the threat for wanting a country that isn't a doormat. They’d rather spend your license fee dramatising patriotism than reporting on the actual consequences of their beloved open-borders piety. Pathetic, predictable, and paid for by you.

Dumfries residents are speaking out after a serious incident at the Mercure Hotel. Concerns are growing following reports of a sexual attack, the suspect's release, and police distributing alarms to young children in the area.

In the last week it feels as if Spring has finally flluttered into the hills and dales of the Peak District. The lanes are filled with blackbirds, the moors ring with the curlew’s song, the trees are proudly bearing their brand new green on every twig, and there are daffodils in all the verges. These weeks are some of the best of the whole year for me; when Nature feels poised, teetering, on the cusp of spilling over, but with all that promise still to come, still ahead of us. 📍 Peak District, England ©Peaklass, all real, no AI

A quintessentially English photo from 1983. Cricklade Cricket Club members punt to a Sunday match escorted by their loyal mascot Toby.

The front page of today’s Times newspaper anticipates a big surge in illegal Channel crossings. These pictures tell a story of a national emergency that should be leading broadcast bulletins day-in, day-out. Instead we have a slow-motion invasion normalised by a news cycle that can’t distinguish between what’s ephemeral, and what really matters.

It seems to be a uniquely British phenomenon where politicians will pass legislation that bans X and then deny X is banned. We see the same thing when British politicians claim the UK has free speech, despite teenagers being prosecuted for posting rap lyrics.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 1829. Five machines. One mile of track. The world was never the same. 🚂 In October 1829 the Liverpool and Manchester Railway held a competition. The world's first inter-city passenger railway was nearly built. Nobody knew what should pull the trains. The directors wanted stationary engines fixed to the ground. Hauling carriages with cables. George Stephenson disagreed. The directors said: prove it. A £500 prize. One mile of level track. Rainhill, Lancashire. Ten entered. Five showed up. One was powered by a horse. 🐴 The crowd favourite was the Novelty. Small, elegant, built in London. Never tested on a real railway before the day. Then there was Sans Pareil. Heavy, dark, powerful. Built in Shildon, County Durham. And the Rocket. Built in Newcastle by Robert Stephenson. George's 26-year-old son. Quietly confident. The Novelty went first. The crowd erupted. Then its boiler joints failed. Then failed again. Sans Pareil ran powerfully. Then its cylinder cracked. The Rocket kept running. Day after day. Run after run. Hauling thirteen tons. Then on the morning of the 8th of October they uncoupled the load. And the Rocket ran free. Thirty-two miles an hour. 🚂 The crowd had never seen anything move that fast. The Rocket was the only locomotive to complete the trials. £500 prize. And the contract to build every locomotive for the Liverpool and Manchester Railway. One year later the railway opened. A Member of Parliament stepped onto the track. William Huskisson, the railway's most passionate supporter, became the world's first railway fatality. The railway opened anyway. History doesn't pause. The Rocket became the template for every steam locomotive built for 150 years. Within twenty years Britain had six thousand miles of railway. It started in a field in Lancashire. With one family from Newcastle who believed a locomotive could win. Did you know this story? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 Nobody thought a locomotive could do it. One family from Newcastle proved them wrong. We tell the stories because we think they matter. Be Part Of Us. 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧