1. It ain't alf hot here in the black hills. 34degrees and rising, not exactly conducive to fast movement. It's more like pedal, pedal, stop. Fortunately the cafe culture is prominent so a cup of coffee is never far away followed by a litre of water.
2. It would take about an hour or more to walk into the city and there does not appear to be a bus route or at least I have not seen any bus stops near here. The Flora is mainly scrubland in rock with dried grass. A decent supermarket is just at the end of the road, which makes for a diversion if desperate. However, so far I have been sleeping for England.
3. The Young Man is at Kindergarten from 8 until 2 where he is rapidly learning Serbo-Croat. Amongst other internationals is a Russian and a German. I have been given permission to help out one day. Should be interesting.
4. A small tourist office exists in the centre of a modern, uninspiring architecturally city. They showed me where the one and only museum is. A small affair, but well laid out. A wealthy merchant Podgoricanin came to my attention. A 15th century man who wanted to put Podgorica on the map and was keen that people should be introduced to books. He constructed the first printing house in the region.
5. Several World War II photos were displayed. The City was destroyed by bombs and then occupied and the locals were put in refugee camps. Apparently further afield in the parkland other World War II memorabilia is displayed. Another trip maybe.
6. Montegnegro is a place for female trafficking and according to the supermarket owner 70% of men beat their wives. Alarming statistic if true.
7. I discovered a bookshop under one of the bridges which serves coffee and has international papers available and has a mottly selection of English books.
8. City Tours apparently do some tours so I may seek them out next week. I am able to take a train to Bari about 30 minutes from here and stop of at Lake Skardar where one can swim I am told. Would you believe I long for the cold water of Pells.
9. We are off to a medieval hotel at Kotor tomorrow so thankfully there will be a chance to swim.
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1 Many thanks for the report. A collection of events. Now the reporter reports what has caught the reporter's eye or ear. So what, I wondered, is the underlying framework, the underlying take (ideological perspective) which has generated that particular collection of reports.
2 I wonder why husbands beat their wives, why men beat women. I wonder if the beaters are drunk or sober when they beat. In what way is the beating validated?
2.1 As I key these thoughts, I recall that men and women in England bear children. Or some men do, some women do. Fifty years ago, I suppose that practice was more common than it is now.
2.2 I also recall that it is only ten years since the concept of marital rape was established in England. Before then, a husband had the unrestricted right to penetrate his wife: her consent was not an issue.
2.3 I recall too that the practice in the police used to be to regard some assaults as 'domestics'. Women's cries on a Friday or Saturday night were all part of life.
2.4 I wonder if the wife-beaters are predominantly of one religious persuasion.
3 I bought three new wipers for the Escort today. I feel more at ease about driving to Shaftesbury.
4 Driving to Bari? Across the water?
5 When you talk of the city, are you talking about South Grinstead. And the nearby supermarket - close to the house or close to South Grinstead?
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