Dear Readers,


I hope this final edition of our newsletter for this year finds you equally as well and content as I’m sure it usually does.  Apart from the few freaky wintery warm weather days we’ve been having recently, the cold weather, I’m happy to say, is on its way back.  I do a lot of walking around visiting various places in my job and quite frankly walking around in December without a warm overcoat on, rather having it folded over my arm as I have been doing lately, and with more warmth on my back than is normal, is not the sort of weather that I should be walking around in, but I am because it’s what the world is currently producing.  Whether the warming of the globe is something that has been created by mankind or whether the world was already on course to get hotter or whether it’s a combination of the two is still under discussion and it’s being heavily debated, but the bottom line is that the earth is changing as it’s getting older, it’s heating up: the Arctic is heating up twice as fast as anywhere else on this planet and we have no choice but to accept it and adapt to the different effects that the climate change is having on the earth as a whole.  Apparently, 2017 is going to go down as one of the hottest years in history, so maybe by the time we get around to this time next year I’ll be walking around doing my sales job with a short sleeved shirt on, more heat than recently beating down on my back and with my suit jacket folded over my arm – the thought is a very worrying one, and sadly it’s not beyond possibility.  As always, I shall continue to do my bit as far as treating the earth with respect is concerned, but if the earth was already meant to warm up during my life time then unfortunately there isn’t a lot that can be done to stop it – negotiating with companies to change their approaches to manufacturing to try to reduce the amount of pollution that they are still releasing into the atmosphere is not impossible, but when it comes to dealing with what mother nature has on her agenda then that one is completely non-negotiable.


I would like to take this opportunity to wish all our regular readers and those not so regular ones a Very Merry Christmas and I hope you have a Very Peaceful and Prosperous New Year.  We look forward to welcoming you back to our newsletter in 2017, I believe the first one we will send out will be on January 12th.  Just before I sign off for 2016 I would like to leave you with one or two lines of seasonal poetry if I may.  Until next year, keep well and keep safe, and if it happens to snow make a snowman and if it goes the other way get your shorts on and have a barbeque in the back garden.


A poem for Christmas

Young watering eyes, bright red cheeks and a mouth full of mostly second teeth mildly chattering inside a very cold head tilted back
staring up at heavy, ready to burst clouds of soft and almost weightless flakes of whiteness.
Lots of snow in the sky, but none on the ground as yet.
I’ll bet it won’t be too much longer before the flakes start to fall.
And here they come, with little to no wind blowing, the delicate flakes of snow rapidly fall meeting the ground with the sound and calm of quietness.
Melting at first, quenching the ground’s thirst, and then settling to form a white soft blanketed surface ready to accept footprints
and be slid upon by children wo will eventually go home with soaking wet shoes.
At the rate it’s falling it won’t be long before it’s a couple of feet deep and it’s bound to keep falling long after you’ve fallen asleep.
With one hand over her mouth to allow her yawn to begin and end without being seen, and the other hand reaching out to open the curtains,
she lets into her bedroom a Christmas morning that only ever seems to appear on the fronts of greetings cards some of us send to each other at this time of year.
Halls of houses decked with boughs of holly to cater to the Christmas cheer and family folly.
What a jolly old time most of us will have this Christmas, but please spare a thought, as we ought, to the ones less fortunate than ourselves.
There are families out there with very little food on their shelves and not enough money in their pockets.
No money to pay for power to regularly heat their homes, but the plugs on their old and tired heaters remain switched on in their sockets.
When we imagine our stomachs are full we can go another day without food, when we imagine we are clothed in warmth we naturally help others come in from the cold.
A poem by Stephen Austwick.