We All Need A Holiday

Why is nature being assaulted by the LGBT Lobby?

I really need a holiday. I think we’re all knackered. The social, political and economic landscape is so fraught with landmines it’s a wonder any of us is still standing. Lucky for us, it’s the summer holidays and in good time to! Time to take off and unplug. As you read this I will be on my way to view Italian vistas and to feast on delicacies and delights. I cannot wait.

One of the things that always recharged me and one of the things I fell in love with on my arrival on these shores 25 years ago was Scotland’s magnificent northern landscapes. I used to be considered a bit of a ‘free spirit’. Sometimes I would just wake in the morning, get a notion and head for the hills with no plan. This was before internet on phones -I literally had to figure it out in real time as I went along.

One time I ended up in the small town of Crianlarich just north of Loch Lomond in the Trossachs area on one of those unbelievably perfect June days where it’s nearly sunshine 24 hours and the sky is blue for miles.

I walked till I found a B&B which thankfully had a room, booked in and asked where might be a good place to walk? The B&B owner indicated up the hill that there was a good route to follow as long as I ‘followed the burn’. ‘Just follow the burn’ she kept reiterating. So I took off up the hill telling myself to just ‘follow the burn’.

It was glorious; the bumble bees were collecting their nectar, the sheep grazing in relaxed symphony, and me on my own walking up up up the hill in order to ‘follow the burn’. Some hours passed, I stopped and sat on a large boulder to eat my sandwich, the large yellow sun overhead. I was delightfully happy.

“Follow the burn” I said…. “What is a burn”? You see, dear reader, I had NO idea what a burn actually was. But the B&B owner has stated the phrase so enthusiastically, I got caught up. So there I was 3.5 hours up a Scottish hill with no indication of where I was.

Was I worried? Heck no! I had chocolate and I had hours of sunshine left. So I continued on my adventure with nothing but my curiosity to guide me. After some more hours (four, I was young and fit) I came upon a beautiful stream and proceeded to wade in the clear cold waters to cool off.

A nice family had parked at the base of the hill and we got talking. It was then that I learned that burn is a Scottish word for stream. So I had found it after all! (note: every day is a school day) They kindly drove me back to my B&B after that. I was in that moment, happily and delightfully knackered. Nature had provided me everything needed, and I was sated.

I reflect on this as I see the organisation who manage that particular area have teamed up with LGBT Youth Scotland.

“The National Park is for everyone”. I may have missed the burn but I certainly did not see any anti-LGBT gatekeepers in the park. This seems utterly bonkers to me. The whole point of nature is that it IS for everyone. Also why is an organisation that purports to work with teens teaming up with a national park? Also LGBT Youth Scotland are dodge city. They have a criminal history, they have current allegations of grooming, there have been direct connections made between their work and care experienced children being radicalised into gender ideology.

So what is this all about? By accident or design this constant assault of LGBT+ propaganda is corrupting what is good in life as it takes away the beauty that recharges us and that connects us to the picture that is bigger then ourselves.

When I was in my 20s I worked as a film producer producing such illustrious titles as “Gobshite” (how appropriate). When I had the very glamorous life working in film I would be jetting to different countries for production, post-production, film festivals and meetings all the time. I spent a lot of time in Los Angeles.

During that time I noticed that despite being a fit, healthy and attractive enough lassie in my 20s I started to feel ‘odd’ as the only female who didn’t have plastic surgery. I could imagine if I had actually lived in that environment it would have pressurised me to consider a ‘little of this’ or a ‘little of that’.

Luckily I had enough intellectual awareness to see how the social pressure (and contagion) would drive people to modify their perfectly fit bodies to match what was around them. And I did not comply. I went to Spain instead where I studied Flamenco and saw women who had clearly had lots of babies in their senior years own the floor as they rattled off their flamenco moves in the underground caves of Andalucia.

Travel does that. Seeing things outside of oneself does that. It is SO GOOD for us to be able to get off the hamster wheel. We must for our own sanity continue to find this. So I hope dear reader that you find “your burn” in the coming weeks so that collectively we can continue to find and build what is good for ourselves and our children.

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