A Dartmoor Walk: Wistman's Wood, West Dart River, Beardown Tors and Devonport Leat

A walk we did a few months ago and I've only just realised that I never posted it. It's a good reminder of a very pleasant day.

A dry day in prospect and, after a relatively dry spell (by dry, I mean not that much rain), a walk that could have involved a river crossing was a possibility. Thus, we went off to Dartmoor with a Plan A and a Plan B, which did or did not involve water respectively. In the end, Plan A prevailed and it was a good choice. Haven't walked this way for many years and it hadn't lost its charm.

We started and ended in the car park opposite the Two Bridges Hotel. From there we walked up the track to Wistman's Wood and, just north of that, dropped down to the West Dart River - just where the right hand red line bears left. This was the decision point for where we went next. We could gone up Longaford Tor to the right but, as the river crossing was OK, we headed left up to Beardown Tors and then dropped down to the Devonport Leat and followed this back to the car park. About 5.5 miles and, because of the nature of the terrain, I'd give it a 'moderate' in terms of difficulty.

Looking up the West Dart Valley, pretty much showing the entirety of our route. Higher White Tor is to the right in the distance and the mass of Beardown Hill is to the left. Wistman's Wood can be made out at the top of the valley

Wistman's Wood is a fragile protected area, as all these signs indicate. Despite all these, there are still too many people who insist on going into the woods to get close-up photographs for posting on social media. I know, I know, this is a social media post but I did not go anywhere near entering the 'forbidden zone'. I used a long lens to get close-up shots.

Wistman's Wood is an amazing group of trees growing among granite boulders. It is famous for its twisted and weathered dwarf trees, covered in mosses and lichens. The trees are mainly oak, but you'll also find mountain ash, hollies, and ground plants such as bilberry and woodrush, plus lichens, mosses, ferns and grasses. It is a rare relict of the ancient high-level woodlands of Dartmoor and is classed as a temperate rain-forest ecosystem. 

The downside to it being too popular is that measures have had to be taken to reduce the footfall of this delicate ecosystem. We can blame the Covid lockdown for this!

You can still walk around the top and bottom edges of the woods and there are places to peer in and carefully take photos.  And it is very photogenic because of its mystical looks and the opportunity for uniquely atmospheric images. Add misty mornings, shafts of sunlight and tales of it being haunted and you've got the stuff of mystery - and a magnet for tourists. 

The West Dart River, not that far from where it originates in the peaty marshlands, quite close to Fur Tor

Negotiating the river crossing at the Devonport Leat Weir Head. A modicum of paddling was involved, followed by balancing along a narrow wall. Luckily, the water levels were surprisingly low considering all of the rain we've had

The Devonport Leat was constructed in the 1790s to carry fresh drinking water from the high ground of Dartmoor to the expanding dockyards at Plymouth Dock (which was renamed as Devonport, Devon on 1st January 1824). This is where water is taken from the river into the leat. There are another two such take-offs at other points on the moor.

The leat runs parallel with the river for a while before...........

......contouring around Beardown Tor. And this is what happens when some are braver at leaping across leats than others.

Every now and again we'll come across a ‘sheep leap’ which consists of two projecting slabs of granite, each one set adjacent into the opposing banks and protruding about a foot over the leat. Their purpose is to assist a sheep when it jumps the leat by providing a launch and landing pad thus reducing the risk of it falling into the water and becoming trapped or, worse still, drowning. It might look like a collapsed granite 'clapper' but it's something quite distinct

The leat continues through Beardown Woods, which weren't there when the leat was built.

Green, green.......

..........and even more green. Isn't the eye wonderful that it can distinguish so many different shades, without even batting an eyelid?

Rough waters of the Cowsic River, which runs into the West Dart at Two Bridges. This is a relatively short river, only about four and a half miles in length. It rises near Devil's Tor and flows due south to the west of the Beardown Tors in a steep valley.

Thursday Walk: 3rd October 2024: Lowery Cross, Ingra Tor and Sharpitor Circular

 The sun was shining and it was a perfect day for this walk. The route was a near repeat of one we'd done earlier in the year and it was a case of "back by special request".  Now this is the way to spend a day. It had all that was essential for a good walk, or so an article in the Guardian claimed - something to see, somewhere to pee and somewhere for tea! Simple pleasures.

We started at Lowery Cross, just to the north of Burrator Reservoir, and then followed the old railway track up to Ingra Tor. From there, we headed up to Leeden Tor, skirted a bog to get to Black Tor and dropped down to the Devonport Leat by the Raddick Hill cascade. After about half a mile along the leat, we ascended the ridge between Sharpitor and Leather Tor and walked down through a plantation back to the start. My GPS gave 7.2 miles and I was happy with that. Not a hard walk but it had its moments.

A short distance from our starting point and looking across the Walkham/Tavy/Tamar valleys towards Kit Hill in the distance. Walkhampton church lies to the right in splendid isolation from the eponymous village.

A good example of recycling/upcycling/repurposing. What to do with a piece of old railway line? Make a fence post, that's what.

Originally opened in 1823 as a horse drawn mineral railway, this line ran from Princetown to Yelverton, and onwards to a wharf on the River Plym. It was converted to steam in the 1850s and was closed to traffic about 100 years later. Nowadays it's used as a very popular walking/cycling route and offers a gentle introduction to moorland walking, although, as ever with this part of the world, it's best not to take anything for granted as the conditions can change dramatically very quickly.

There were four intermediate stations (Dousland, Burrator and Sheepstor Halt, Ingra Tor Halt and King Tor Halt) between Princetown and Yelverton - all of which are long gone but all of which have remnants that can be traced if you know where to look. And what made a halt, a halt? The train only stopped if you stuck your hand out or told the guard that you wanted to alight there. We followed the line only as far as Ingra Tor Halt. A tea stop, a quick poke around the old quarry to admire the crane bases and then it was off up the side of the tor.

Ingra Tor, from the southern side, as we started the steady climb up to Leeden Tor. And the black bits on the side of the image is what you get when your lens hood falls apart. But it was a job that was quick to fix with the application of a little Evostick. Until the next time, that is, as it's about the fifth time that I've managed to break the hood. So much for permanent repairs!

Looking roughly westward, with, from left to right, Sharpitor, Leather Tor and Sheeps Tor. We were heading towards the ridge between Sharpitor and Leather Tor.

The Devonport Leat as it cascades down Raddick Hill. It is carried over the River Meavy by a metal aqueduct (replacing the original wooden launder). Quite recently, the powers that be decided that walking across the aqueduct was a dangerous process, so they've installed an ugly safety fence. Quite unnecessary to my mind. A great spot for a sunny lunch.

Looking back over the fading bracken towards Black Tor. A nice formation of clouds to frame the image.

The Devonport Leat curving towards the Stanlake Plantation. The granite sidewalls are obviously impressing Dora the Dog, who is probably thinking "how do I get back to the other side?".

, Leather Tor is a fin of rock rising steeply from the surrounding landscape and is great for a scramble. It's not one of the highest spots on Dartmoor but it has some impressive drops from its granite stacks. A poem from G.M. Potter, written in 1935, describes the tor's majesty well:

"Grim watchman of the Moor, so stark and still,
Like some great warrior, hewn out in stone
By heathen hands, with all the ancient skill
Of an old sun god, seated on his throne!

Thy form the ever changing mists surround
With pale robes swiftly turned to fairy gold
By hidden glories; and the winds around
Thy head wild tales of wonderment unfold.

We live and die; thou standest sentinel
Of life and death, a sphinx-like monument,
Pointing to heaven with a mute farewell
For days that pass, with joy and sorrow blent."

The views from the Leather Tor ridge are as dramatic as they are unexpected. We've not been up here before and it's a unique view of Burrator Reservoir. Look closely and you'll notice the silver sliver of Plymouth Sound in the distance and just a hint of the light reflecting the River Tamar to the right.

Views like this feed the spirits. Mindfulness, anyone?

Not what I expected of Keir..........

 

Keir Starmer stands accused of having off-the-charts hypocrisy. Over 43,000 Palestinians and Lebanese have died, the great majority innocent civilians, in Israeli attacks since October 7th last year, none of which have elicited much in the way of sympathy or concern from him. Yet when Iran launched its missile attack on Israel last week, he took to a televised address to the nation quicker than you could say “here’s some free tickets to the football” in order to condemn Iran’s disregard for civilian life. Israel’s disregard for civilian life doesn’t count apparently. The world is waiting to see what happens when Israel retaliates, as it assuredly will. Iran has promised that if Israel does so, it will respond with a “crushing attack” second wave. And so the dismal spiral of death and destruction continues to ratchet up.

A ceasefire seems further away than ever, not least because Benjamin Netanyahu is widely suspected of having a personal reason for keeping the conflict going. He rejected overtures from his US allies to attempt to reach a ceasefire. That’s because the moment there is a ceasefire, he will be out of office and prosecuted for his rampant corruption. He will not baulk at committing war crimes in order to avoid that fate. The International Court of Justice (ICJ) has said Israel’s action in Gaza could amount to genocide.

All attacks on innocent civilians are equally worthy of condemnation, but for all that Israel claims to be the victim, and it cannot be denied that Israeli civilians have suffered from some hideous attacks, this is a heavily asymmetric conflict. Many times more Palestinians die at the hands of the Israelis than the other way around. It is abundantly clear that despite the protestations of the Israeli authorities to the contrary, the Israeli armed forces don’t bother themselves too much with protecting civilians who might be caught in their cross-hairs. The evidence is there in plain sight for those who will see.

If a ceasefire seems impossible, a permanent solution to the world’s most intractable geopolitical problem is now the stuff of fantasy. Everyone says they want peace, but when the powerful men with guns and missiles and drones on both sides say they want peace, what they really mean is that they want victory.

But, for us here in the UK, it’s the hypocrisy of Keir Starmer which sticks most in the craw. He has uttered scarcely a word of criticism against Israel for its genocidal attack on Gaza, an attack whose devastation and death goes far beyond “Israel’s right to self-defence.” He has uttered not a single word about Israel’s apartheid policies against the Palestinians living in territories it controls nor the continuing and accelerating illegal land grabs taking place at the hands of the Israeli settler movement on the West Bank.

We hear a lot from Starmer about Israel’s right to defend itself, the right of the Palestinians to defend themselves, not so much. Even though they are being killed or wounded in far far greater numbers than Israelis and their homes, schools and hospitals destroyed in a way that Israelis don’t experience.

As Richard McNeil-Willson, who lectures in the Islamic and Middle Eastern Studies Department at Edinburgh University noted about Starmer’s recent address when he again stressed Israel’s right to defend itself: “Even as a politics lecturer in a Middle East department, I am lost. Israel has a right to self defence, but Lebanon does not? Israelis have the right to be safe, but Palestinians do not? Iran can’t launch missiles into civilian areas, but Israel can? None of this is coherent. Starmer is incoherent in his total hypocrisy.”

I'll admit that I expected better things of Keir and am extremely disappointed. I am not alone in this.

Honeymoon? What honeymoon?

Back blogging again after a few month's off. And it's straight back to an old familiar theme - Starmer and his chums.

Before Labour’s inevitable victory in July’s Westminster General Election, I, and many others, had the feeling that Starmer’s government would soon become very unpopular as voters realised that the ‘change’ which he had promised was no real change at all. It was 'Tory-light'. It was simply the continuation of the same old damaging Tory neoliberal nostrums, delivered somewhat less chaotically and corruptly. What I didn’t expect was just how unpopular Starmer and co would become and just how quickly it would happen. But then I don’t have the benefit of someone giving me extremely expensive designer glasses. Mind you, Keir Starmer does and he didn’t see the backlash coming either.

Normally when a party wins an election and forms a new government, it enjoys a honeymoon period often lasting several months. This is particularly the case when the new government has just won a landslide and it had taken over from a massively unpopular previous administration. Starmer won his landslide in July and, in the normal course of things, he could have hoped to be basking in his political honeymoon period until Christmas. Yet here we are, it’s only early October and already the sheen has come off his government. A new poll out recently found that 60% of voters believe that Labour will not win the next General Election. The poll also found that a majority do not think that Starmer will still be leading the Labour Party by then, which is not due until 2029.

Of course polls are not predictions, and that goes twice for a poll about an event which is not due to take place for almost five years. Nevertheless, this poll tells us that voters are already getting fed up with Starmer’s Labour party and do not seem inclined to give him the benefit of any doubt that’s going. People are rapidly making up their minds about the new Westminster government and their opinions are not favourable.

Starmer’s crushing Commons majority, impregnable as it appears to be, is built on sand. Starmer only won his 172 seat majority thanks to a quirk of the first-past-the-post system. The last election was the least proportional in British political history. Labour only managed to win 33.7% of votes cast but, despite that, took 411 of the 650 seats in the Commons. Under a proportional system, Labour would have won only 219 seats instead of the 411 they actually won while the Tories would have taken 154, the Lib Dems would have 79 instead of 72, Reform would have 93 instead of 5, and the SNP would have 17 instead of 9.

But that’s not the way Westminster prefers. Both Labour and the Conservatives are wedded to the current system, not despite, but because of its unfairness. The two largest parties are the beneficiaries of that unfairness, they have a vested interest in keeping things just as they are. It is telling that reform of Westminster was not even on the radar when Starmer was intoning his mantra of change, he would not countenance any change that might threaten his chances of absolute control.

With a victory won on just a third of votes cast you might think a prudent politician would ensure that he deepened and widened his support base. But we’re talking about Keir Starmer, so no!

The new regime started badly with the vote to retain the two child cap on benefits and the heavy handed suspension from the Labour party of the seven MPs who dared to rebel even though there was never any threat to Starmer not getting his way. The move smacked of intolerant authoritarianism and bodes ill for the next five years.

This was quickly followed by the decision to axe the universal winter fuel payment for pensioners. The dust had not settled and we were straight into a scandal over Starmer’s addiction to freebies. An investigation carried out by Sky News found out that millionaire Keir Starmer is, by a very large margin, the MP who has accepted the highest value of gifts from political donors and companies since 2019. The value of the largesse enjoyed by Starmer totals over £100,000 in value, more than twice as much as the next gift hungry MP and more than the total accepted by the next five MPs after that.

Starmer has accepted free clothing and the services of a personal shopper for his wife, free suits and designer glasses for himself, and thousands of pounds worth of free football and concert tickets. In any other field these would be called bribes. As Starmer was telling the rest of us that the poor and the elderly have to suffer because his government is wedded to Conservative spending rules. And, despite his large Commons majority, he is too afraid of the right wing media to raise taxes on the rich and introduce any measure that smacks of the redistribution of wealth. At the same time, he was cheerfully accepting thousands of pounds worth of gifts for things he’d have no problem paying for himself. Not a good look and calls his judgement into question.

The backlash led Starmer’s office to announce that he and government ministers will no longer accept gifts of clothing. As though there was a black bin bag for clothing donations on the railings of Downing Street and it’s a huge concession to take it down. Nothing was said about the other gifts, worth many times more than the gifts of clothing. Starmer will continue to help himself to these. Labour was outraged when Boris Johnson did this sort of thing, but when Labour does it we get Wes Streeting – who has accepted over £175,000 in donations from private health companies – saying: “I’m really proud of people who want to contribute…their money to our politics. It is a noble pursuit.” According to Wes Streeting, donors buying designer clothes, Taylor Swift tickets and lending luxury apartments is the same as giving money to charity. You don’t buy political influence when you give £5 to charity.

Streeting also said that he doesn’t think taxpayers should be paying for our politics. So let me get this straight, Wes Streeting thinks that politics should essentially be privatised and those with the most money get to run the show. In fact, that’s exactly how it ought to work, the taxpayers are supposed to be in charge, not large corporations, banks and private funders.

Bribing politicians, noble. How Westminster is that. We know who’s in charge of the Labour party and whose interests it really represents. That’s why Starmer’s tough decisions are never tough on the rich.

Meanwhile at the Labour party conference, Home Secretary Yvette Cooper said that the Southport riots must not “silence a serious debate on immigration”. She added the government will bring net migration down, clear the asylum backlog, and end the use of asylum hotels. Only the Labour Party could look at a racist riot and think: “They kinda have a point though.”

I hold my head in my hands in despair. A Labour government caught up in a self-inflicted quagmire. Things can only get better?

Ruritania persists

It's that time of the year again when the issues to be presented to Parliament in the next session are announced and what a weird and anachronistic way to do it. One of the less attractive features of the British is our pathological need to ritualise tradition and today's State Opening of Parliament is a brilliant example of this. A wonderfully over-the-top gothic pantomime of epic Hollywood proportions. The King and Queen (gawd bless 'em) process in state from Buckingham Palace to the Houses of Parliament in a glittering coach, flanked by ranks of the Household Cavalry. In an elaborate ceremony with all the Crown Jewels on display, the King reads out a list of government bills from the throne in the House of Lords - note that it's not from the elected chamber. Only the British could still be doing this sort of thing in the 21st century! Either us or some tin-pot dictator with galloping delusions of grandeur!

It’s a colourful ceremony of seemingly ancient rituals (but they are not as old as you might think) where all the symbols and offices of the constitution come together under one roof. The Lords gather in their ermine robes and the Commons are summoned to attend in a famous door-slamming ritual played out by Black Rod ((by tradition, the monarch cannot enter the Commons). It is amazing how little things have changed in parliament over the last two centuries! It’s a grand pageant set in elaborate 17th century costumes of wigs, breeches, tights and ruffs. Pure high camp drama. The Crown, the Cap of Maintenance (the what?!), the Dutch Cap of Prevention, the Cruel Cap of Benefits (I'm sorry, I made the last two up. I just couldn't help myself) and the Sword of State make an appearance along with officials with extravagant titles like Garter King of Arms and, a particular favourite of mine, Rouge Dragon Pursuivant! The camp splendour of the royal procession through Parliament is quite a sight. The uniforms, gowns, robes and the Crown jewels themselves are spectacular but way over the top. More Ruritanian pantomime than serious government procedure.

The King finally takes his place on the Throne (titter, titter) in the House of Lords and the Commons file into the chamber. The Labourites looking smug, the Tories despondent and, I'm glad to see, most newbie MPs appearing suitably bewildered by the occasion. The speech (and it's not any old speech, it's the Gracious Speech and is read from a goat-skin vellum scroll**) is a turgid list of Government business and legislation, prefaced with a regal, “My government will…”. It’s dull and no one pretends otherwise - despite the fact that what's on this year's menu is potentially inflammatory.  As soon as the speech is complete, the King and his entourage process all the way back again (no, not backwards - sadly they spoil things by turning around) and the politicians get down to the serious business of making soundbites and point scoring - sorry, I meant to say the serious business of debating.

The one thing you can’t help noticing is how undemocratic the whole thing is. Only a third of those in attendance, the House of Commons, is elected by we plebs. The rest are hereditary or appointed. Within the ceremony, the Commons are conspicuously the least prominent. During the speech MPs (our representatives, remember we just voted them in) crowd in at the back of the room -rather like naughty school children, it's always struck me. Of course, it could be argued that any ceremony that makes politicians stand at the back must be a good thing!

However, there is one element that is totally missing from all of the above. The people. Any government presentation outlining upcoming intentions and priorities should, in the modern world (Hey - it's 2024 already or maybe Black Rod and Rouge Dragon Pursuivant haven't noticed?), be aimed at us, the electorate. Strip away the constitutional flummery and you’re left with a governing party stating what it’s going to do in the upcoming parliament. That’s important, and it should be presented to the people in a clear, unambiguous way. It's weird that a day of such high politics should start with such an archaic royal ritual. How long is all of this going to last. Will we see a radical overhaul at the end of the current reign ? Will a forward looking King Charles scale it down or abolish it all together? Probably not.

OK, so it’s a bit of harmless constitutional glitter that pomp and pageantry junkies (and tourists) love. But does it really add any value to government in the 21st century? Would we not be better off with a State of the Union style speech to parliament and people by the Prime Minister? Isn't that what a representational democracy demands? Isn't that what the electorate deserve?

** I was being a little economical with the truth here. It is not on vellum anymore. It is on "goatskin parchment paper" but, confusingly, it's not actually made from goatskin. However it is very high quality, thick paper, which is why the ink takes several days to dry, and it then needs to be bound into a booklet, before being sent on to His Majesty for signing.

Wimbledon. It might only be a fortnight but it seems a lot longer.

Confession time. I'm not a tennis fan and Wimbledon Fortnight is not an event that features at all on my social calendar. It passes me by as a minor inconvenience. But, that doesn't stop me having an opinion on why Wimbledon isn't for me. Here's what I don't like about it.

The crowd 
Wimbledon is often the only sporting event that most of them ever attend, unless you include Celebrity Come Dancing. As a result, they think they're at a show, and have no idea how to behave. They shriek in the middle of a rally, and burst out laughing when a player lunges for a volley and impales themselves on the umpire's chair. Reminded by the umpire that they're supposed to be quiet during play, they applaud in a quite-right-too kind of way, as if it was someone else doing all the shrieking. Ask them the name of the current Australian women's singles champion and they wouldn't have a clue. That's because they aren't tennis fans at all - they're Wimbledon fans and that's a different thing entirely. They are there for the event and not the sport. I bet, in another life, some would have joined the tricoteuse and laughed as they knitted.

The crowd's bizarre nationalism 
Spectators often paint their faces with national flags, somehow suggesting the players are there on behalf of a nation. The problem is that these are professional tennis players: they spend their time wandering the globe in a hermetic bubble, moving from one identical event to the next, racking up the money and seemingly speaking American, regardless of their nationality. The last thing they think they're doing is representing their country. Tennis players represent only themselves - they're up there with golfers, Formula One drivers and footballers in the self-absorbed egomaniac stakes.

The entourages 
For the tennis player, the crowd is useful only when it gives them an advantage during important points. The rest of the time, it might as well not exist. Notice how players turn after every point only to their coterie of chums in their ever-present entourage for approval: this consists, at least, of their trainer, hitting coach, psychotic parent, and partner. They exchange speaking looks and secret hand signals, and mouth the word "focus". (Tennis players are the most focused human beings on the planet. They're so focused it's impossible to take a photograph of them that's blurred.)

The masochism 
The Wimbledon crowd don't care that the players ignore them and their love is unrequited - because in love, as in so many ways, they live to suffer. They sleep outside for days for the chance sit on tiny wooden seats with their knees pressed against the person in front, or to watch something on a jumbo screen that's taking place for real 30 foot away. They buy strawberries and cream at a slightly higher price-per-kilo than thallium. Heaven forbid, they even clap and sing along to Cliff Richard during rain breaks.

The tabloids 
For the tabloids, the tournament is no more than an extended opportunity for seedy journos to pass judgement on the looks of young women. True to form, last year one tabloid's website had its array of "Wimbledon Winners and Mingers". Qualification for the 'Winners' category was seemingly based on whether or not the photographer could get a nipple shot - or, even better, one of someone shoving a ball into the pocket in their knickers in such a way that they exposed a buttock. (Presumably tabloid editors still fantasize over the bum-scratching Athena tennis player poster.)

The BBC coverage
Convinced, as ever, that they know what the country wants in spite of all evidence to the contrary, the BBC insist of giving Wimbledon blanket coverage. They've got this wrong. 

The BBC's recruitment policy 
Further good news for useless British tennis players lies with current BBC recruitment policy. If any plucky Brit manages to win a match, there's a good chance they'll land a spot on the commentary team the following year. The BBC being a committed equal opportunities employer, it offers plum commentary contracts to retired sports stars regardless of the fact that they have the screen presence of a roll of lino and an inability to speak in polysyllables.

The BBC expert summarisers 
The TV audience gets to listen to former hapless losers magically transformed into experts by the simple device of not playing. They'll happily analyse the serves of players and discuss the intense psychological demands of big-match, high-pressure moments with John McEnroe and Boris Becker. And all based on a couple of matches that they'd considered at the time to be nothing more than an extended application for a coaching professional's job on the Costa Brava.

The moaning about players
In a staid, still mostly middle-class sport where wearing slightly longer shorts or a back-to-front baseball cap imbues you with wild-and-crazy rebel status, and where children take up the sport for the sole aim of retiring as multi-millionaires at 25, they moan about the lack of personalities in the game. Yet all it takes is for one player to swear in a moment of stress, and the BBC Complaints Department telephone glows so hot you could use it to cut your way into a bank vault.

The moaning about the tennis 
I find it odd that, despite their professed love of the game, nobody's ever happy with the style of tennis played: if a tournament is won by baseline hitters, it's boring, with never-ending rallies; if it's dominated by those who serve well, the game's being reduced to a serving competition with no rallies or artistry.

The on-court interviews
Anyone else feel like these on-court interviews after a match are really forced and awkward? Why, oh, why are players forced to endure such embarrassment? It's a contractual obligation, that's why, and they get paid for it. But, be still my beating heart, maybe Djokovic is starting a new trend with his recent outburst (that's a bit strong, actually) against a booing crowd.

What goes around, comes around

There's no little irony in David Cameron insisting that the Tories take their time over the leadership election to replace Rishi Sunak. He is clearly worried that a rushed succession would open the door to the far-right of the Tory party to bamboozle Tory members into backing a radical and undefined future for the party, while he thinks that a longer contest would allow time for more sensible old-school conservative voices to win the argument.

It's such a shame he didn't apply the same caution when he decided to gamble the entire future of the country in an unbelievably rushed six week Brexit referendum campaign back in 2016.

He was perfectly willing to rush a decision over the future of the country, despite the obvious danger of the right-wing lunatics on the Tory benches using it to set a radical and undefined process in motion.

But now, when it comes to the future of his beloved Tory party, he's suddenly urging caution and careful consideration!

Could you ask for a clearer demonstration of someone caring more about the future of their political party than the future of the country than that?  And that has been a problem with too many politicians in the past. Let's hope we see a change of focus with the new regime.

All good things come to an end

Say what you want about the last 14 years, but one thing  can all agree on is, that since I've been blogging about the Tories, no party could have asked for a better propagandist than me. If there has been one success story from the dark ages of Tory rule, my supportive blog is unquestionably it. I’m now watching people quietly leave without so much as a goodbye or a thank you for your service, Deri. As you can imagine, I’m hurting right now. When you’ve invested so much time and effort into telling the most embarrassing lies for them, blog after blog, it’s hard when the ride finally comes to an end

Coming to terms with the loss of Liz was one thing. You can imagine my reaction when it wasn’t just Liz, it was Therese too. Yes, our greatest ever Environment Secretary was also taken out by tofu-eating… anti… bollocks, I can’t even remember the stupid names she gave voters she didn't like! What matters is the cigar-smoking former bouncer has been one of the most vibrant MPs since she crawled out of a swamp near a nuclear plant, glowing like radium and leaving a glistening trail of slime. She is going to be one hell of a loss. Among Therese’s greatest achievements in a stellar political career were murdering the river Lim, flooding homes with untreated sewage, refusing to impose fines on negligent water companies, blaming seagull poop when dead sea creatures washed ashore in Suffolk, and declaring war on Greenpeace. Therese sensibly did away with anything that got in the way of corporate profits, such as public beaches and drinkable water, and she solved the Brexit food crisis by telling everyone to eat turnips. I don’t think we’ve ever had a more creative problem solver. Losing Therese was a crushing blow, but thankfully, someone saw sense and made her a dame, and not for being absolutely bloody useless either. At least I don’t think that was the reason. Presumably it was for services to algae overgrowth or something, but whatever the reason, going forward, this woman will be known as Dame Therese Coffey. I’m sure you will agree no one has ever deserved a damehood more.

Obviously, you’re feeling emotional so I’m not sure I should go on, but someone has to break this to you, it wasn’t just Liz and Therese, it was Rees-Mogg too. Poor Jacob is roosting in his crypt, feeling sorry for himself because he’s never known humiliation like it, and he’s lived for over 300 years. I just don’t understand why the public didn’t vote for him. He’s always clean shaven and meticulously dressed, despite having no reflection, and he wears a monocle to prove he’s better than you. Why isn’t that enough?

Jacob did so much for ordinary people and never got any thanks. He courageously fought to end working from home for the sake of the neediest members of society - corporate landlords. He was once given the job of finding the benefits of Brexit because they weren’t as obvious as the bus had suggested. During this highly-productive period, he spent seven months doing absolutely nothing, apart from fighting a war on woke and losing his mind when the word “fat” was changed to “enormous” in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Few have contributed to society like Jacob.

At this point, you are surely a sobbing mess so I probably shouldn’t tell you Michael Fabricant lost his seat and it caused ructions in his family. I’m told his hairpiece has already crawled away and filed for divorce.

Even worse, Gillian Keegan, who once cried her party didn’t “get enough credit for doing a f****g good job”, somehow lost to a Liberal Democrat. This just keeps getting more humiliating, doesn’t it?

Grant Shapps is another giant we’ve lost, but he wants to hide from the press so he’s changing his name back to Michael Green and returning to making dodgy websites. Michael will threaten to sue anyone who brings up his embarrassing past, so please let him forget being a Tory.

Penny Mordaunt is another goner, even though she crowned our beloved king after Liz Truss murdered his mother. Penny will best be remembered for wearing a dress with the Poundland logo while putting a sword on Charles’ shoulder and resisting the urge to swing. Every government needs a woman with this level of restraint. If Angela Rayner was in that position, she would swing that sword and take that crown. We are entering truly dangerous times.

Dozens of Tory legends lost their seats, but I’m going to leave it there for now because you can only cope with so much trauma in one night. Just know that if you need a shoulder to cry on, I won’t be there for you because I’m offering my blogging services to Sir Keir Starmer at a discounted rate. I have absolutely no shame.

The Reform Vulture is circling Sunak

It’s obvious now who is going to win this Westminster general election and it's really just a matter of "by how many seats?". Despite the excited touting of some wildly outlying polls by GB News, Farage’s vanity company calling itself a party, Reform Ltd, probably won’t actually win enough seats to form the official opposition to the Labour juggernaut. But it is likely to make that all important psychological breakthrough of getting Farage, and possibly a handful of his acolytes, elected to Westminster for the first time.

I find the rise of the far right in this election real and concerning. A poll by pollsters BMG published this week put the Tories and Reform both on 19%, with Labour on 42%. This would give Starmer a majority of over 300 seats, the Tories would be reduced to just 53 seats and Reform would win 5. However we are getting close to the crossover point where the first-past-the-post system, which penalises the smaller parties, would start to allow Farage to pile up seats.

Farage has his eyes set on a larger prize, the attention seeking narcissist is not just trying to get into parliament in order to lead a tiny band of extreme right wing eccentrics on the opposition benches. With polls predicting the worst Conservative defeat in the modern democratic era, Farage intends to swoop down on the corpse of the Tory party and devour it. You’ve heard of vulture capitalism, this is vulture politics. Farage wants to transform the cadaver of the Tory party into an authoritarian hard right xenophobic anti-immigrant party led by himself.

Farage is thinking about the election after this one, betting on disillusionment with the Labour administration setting in. He could then be in a position to get the first-past-the-post system work to benefit him and, in that election, we could see a nakedly far right authoritarian English nationalist party led by Farage contend as the party of the next government. It’s quite possible that Farage’s position will improve even further by polling day in two weeks as he gurns his way through the media and the Tories continue to shoot themselves in the foot.

The Tory campaign has been a disaster, and continues to implode. It was already going poorly when Sunak decided it was a good idea to bugger off early from the D-Day commemorations in order to do an interview for ITV. One which will be remembered solely for the multimillionaire ex-public schoolboy’s ham fisted attempt to make out that he understands the deprivations of the poor and low waged in this cost of living crisis, his government bears much of the responsibility for, because his parents wouldn’t get Sky TV when he was a child.

The Tory campaign has been notable for the reluctance of cabinet ministers and big names to come out and defend the government, not least because most of those who have not stood down are eyeing up their chances of leading the party after Sunak’s inevitable resignation. It’s maybe just as well, however, as those who can be persuaded to crawl out of the woodwork do more harm than good. Who i their right minds in Conservative campaign HQ thought it was a good idea to send Michael Gove out onto breakfast TV on Thursday to tell viewers that he thought it was still possible that the Tories could win on 4th July. Cocaine does make you wildly over confident, but even Gove knows, deep down in that shrivelled block of ice he calls his heart, that no one is buying his snake oil any more.

Chris Skidmore, the Conservatives’ former net zero tsar and Minister for Universities under Theresa May, has defected to Labour, writing in the Guardian that he’ll be voting for Starmer’s party on 4th July because Sunak has been “siding with climate deniers” to politicise the energy transition.

It got worse for Sunak during the BBCQT leaders' questions. He got tetchy. He was dying on his arse as the audience shouted “shame, shame on you” when he talked about leaving the ECHR. An awful, out of touch man. Both him and his corrupt party will be decimated in two weeks time and he knows it. He looked lost and beaten.

Meanwhile at CCHQ, Tony Lee, the Tory campaign director, was forced to take a leave of absence after allegations were made that either he and/or his wife Laura Saunders, the Conservative candidate for Bristol North West, allegedly placed a bet relating to the timing of the General Election.

Saunders becomes the second (but certainly not the last - there will be others) Tory candidate to be accused of using inside knowledge of the date of the Election to make a quick buck. Tory MP Craig Williams, a senior aide to the Prime Minister, who is standing for re-election as the MP for Montgomeryshire and Glyndwr in Mid Wales, also reportedly bet £100 on the date of the Election just before it was called. Williams has admitted to placing the bet, calling it an error of judgement, saying: “I put a flutter on the General Election some weeks ago. This has resulted in some routine inquiries and I confirm I will fully co-operate with these. I don’t want it to be a distraction from the campaign. I should have thought through how it looks.”

It’s Partygate all over again at CCHQ but with betting instead of booze. It’s likely that the reason Sunak hasn’t taken decisive action over Laura Saunders, Craig Williams and Tony Lee (both Saunders and Williams are still Tory candidates), is because a whole raft of staff at CCHQ also placed bets for a giggle, and now they are all cacking themselves. The Tories have finally found a hill that they can die on, but no one expected it to be William Hill.

Gove popped up again on the evening news to say the behaviour of Saunders, Lee, and the others was “unacceptable” adding, “people shouldn’t be using privileged inside information in this way.” Is that what he told Michael Mone?

The Tories are in freefall and Vulture Farage is waiting at the bottom of the electoral cliff to feast on their battered remains. Look beyond July 4th and be concerned at what he might do. It could end in tears for all of us.

Let's not get too excited ..............yet!

It’s all over bar the weeping and wailing and gnashing of Tory teeth – Rishi Sunak can afford to go to a private dentist and has never needed to worry about the struggles involved in getting registered with an NHS dentist. So, as he ruminates upon the magnitude of the well deserved electoral humiliation which awaits his miserable party, he can gnash his teeth to his heart’s content without having to worry about losing a filing.

On last Wednesday evening, Sky News hosted a debate between Sunak and Starmer. Well, it was billed as a debate but the two leading proponents of centre-right Anglo-British nationalism did not actually debate one another, rather they were each individually questioned by host, Beth Rigby, before taking questions from the audience in the auditorium of the town hall in Grimsby. A town in which almost 70% of the population voted to leave the EU, so you knew that neither Tweedledee nor Tweedledum was going to be asked hard questions about the immense damage that Brexit is causing to the British economy.

Sunak had previously given us a cringeworthy moment during an interview broadcast earlier on ITV - the interview that he’d buggered off early from the D-Day commemorations to get to. As it turned out, the interview merely compounded his D-Day woes, as he began it by apologising for showing up a bit late, claiming that the D-Day events had overrun. The interview contained just one moment of note, the multimillionaire Sunak’s bid to get himself some relatability by telling us that he had to do without Sky TV when he was a kid. Such deprivation! Opinions are divided over whether this was because, as Sunak would have us believe, his parents were scrimping and saving in order to send him to an expensive private school, or because middle class social climbers in the late 1980s and early 1990s thought that having a big satellite dish bolted to the side of your house merely advertised how common you were.

This interview is what he left the D-Day ceremonies early for and the reason he’s so apologetic about that now is because he realises how little it was worth it.

But then it was on to the more usual political embarrassment. Sunak at times appeared genuinely lost and crestfallen as he was grilled on his failure to fulfil the five pledges that he’d told us to judge him by. You’d almost feel sorry for him if he wasn’t such a lying entitled shyster. He was genuinely discomfited as he was booed by the studio audience after he blamed striking junior doctors for the lengthening waiting lists in the NHS. Sunak had pretty much mentally checked out by this point, wishing he was sipping a Mexican Coca Cola on a private executive jet en route to his luxury beachfront apartment in Malibu.

Starmer, unfortunately, came across as his usual glib and evasive self, stammering a bit when asked by an audience member why he was such a political robot - must have been a glitch in his programming at this point. He gave a singularly unconvincing non answer when asked why he’d wanted Jeremy Corbyn to be Prime Minister in 2019. Beth Rigby asked him: “You said, ‘I do think Jeremy Corbyn would make a great prime minister’, did you mean that?” But all that weasel words Starmer would say in reply was : “I was certain that we would lose the 2019 election.” Perhaps, that would be in no small measure due to the fact that Starmer and his allies on the right of the Labour party were doing their utmost to undermine Corbyn from within.

It wasn’t that Starmer did well in the debate but that Sunak did appallingly. In that respect the programme encapsulated the general election campaign in miniature. The post debate poll found that 64% thought Starmer did best while 36% opted for Sunak, proving only that 36% of people are idiots. There’s no love or enthusiasm for Starmer’s Tory-lite Labour party, but the actual Tories are just so hideously appalling that everyone except that 36% are actively repelled by them. And even many of that 36% won’t vote for them.

The Tories know the game is up. Earlier this week the Minister for multiple personalities, Grant Shapps, warned of the danger of allowing Starmer to win a supermajority. That’s not the sort of thing that a man who is convinced his party is going to do well would say.

Meanwhile The Guardian reports that the Tory campaign on the ground is descending into disarray with a chronic lack of staff and volunteers and a rising sense of panic even in seats which were once considered so safe that the party had never had to campaign to keep them.The original Tory strategy was the so called 80:20 approach, mounting a spirited defence in their 80 most marginal seats while trying to win the 20 most marginal seats held by other parties. But this strategy has disappeared as Tory MPs struggle for political survival. One party official told The Guardian: “The 80:20 plan no longer exists, if it ever did. We are diverting resources to safer and safer seats. People in seats which have been Conservative forever are basically shitting themselves. There is no strategy – it’s pretty much disarray.”  Hooray for that.