I live in a land of myth. Neither fact nor fiction, transcending both. I live in a land of ancient gods and legendary beasts.
I live in a land laid waste by the EU. A land under a draconian Troika-imposed austerity. Where goods are short and services shorter. Where European enforced taxes kill businesses until whole communities are forced to operate outside the system.
I live in a land of bounty and beauty. I live on a mythical mountain, overlooking the sea. I live in a village where the spirit of the people cannot be crushed. The ancient deciduous forest around me has rich humus created over thousands of years. The sea below is full of shellfish, whose armour plating, once pestled and mortared, improves my soil. I live in a land of grey slate roofs, where rock dust is plentiful. At the bottom of my drive is a Saint's spring. Pure mountain water from the snow above, the remnants still glistening in the April sun.
The spring is surrounded by nettles and comfrey and borage. A perfect tea. Horestail ferns have now sprung from the wet spring soil. One of the richest sources of silica available. Another tea, for stem strength. Further up the mountain is a perlite mine. I told you it was mythical. It would be criminal not to mix good soil.
I live in 420 Magazine.
To old friends and new alike. For three years now I have had the finest support a chap could ask for. Some old friends have gone, but many are still here. My mentors. Gray 'The Dude' Tail; 'Relaxed' Lester Freeman; Lem 'Ba' Toast; da Tenshi the Auto Queen; Radogast, the Natural Wizard; 'Amigo' Jaga; lovely, lovely OldMedMan, these and many more have held my hand and stayed my seedling watering.
Mr Teddy is back. And it's time, my friends, to begin.
And praying already:
Peace be with you all.
Mr Teddy 
x
I live in a land laid waste by the EU. A land under a draconian Troika-imposed austerity. Where goods are short and services shorter. Where European enforced taxes kill businesses until whole communities are forced to operate outside the system.
I live in a land of bounty and beauty. I live on a mythical mountain, overlooking the sea. I live in a village where the spirit of the people cannot be crushed. The ancient deciduous forest around me has rich humus created over thousands of years. The sea below is full of shellfish, whose armour plating, once pestled and mortared, improves my soil. I live in a land of grey slate roofs, where rock dust is plentiful. At the bottom of my drive is a Saint's spring. Pure mountain water from the snow above, the remnants still glistening in the April sun.
The spring is surrounded by nettles and comfrey and borage. A perfect tea. Horestail ferns have now sprung from the wet spring soil. One of the richest sources of silica available. Another tea, for stem strength. Further up the mountain is a perlite mine. I told you it was mythical. It would be criminal not to mix good soil.
I live in 420 Magazine.
To old friends and new alike. For three years now I have had the finest support a chap could ask for. Some old friends have gone, but many are still here. My mentors. Gray 'The Dude' Tail; 'Relaxed' Lester Freeman; Lem 'Ba' Toast; da Tenshi the Auto Queen; Radogast, the Natural Wizard; 'Amigo' Jaga; lovely, lovely OldMedMan, these and many more have held my hand and stayed my seedling watering.Mr Teddy is back. And it's time, my friends, to begin.
And praying already:
Peace be with you all.
Mr Teddy x
cheers
