Interconnected

Interconnecteds
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Interconnected and living within complex thinking.

A life of dynamic systems,

filtering an advanced migration of monitored surveillance.

The psych of the universe governing over our world.

Traps for Trespassers

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Walking the streets of Dundee, in search for details, I have noticed the lengths people go to in protecting their property from unwanted guests. These deterrents – high walls, thorny hedges and spikes – are a potential cause of injury to unwanted guests. In 1926, Lord Justice Scrutton argued;

“The general principle is that he who enters wrongly enters at his own risk.”

Historically, people have been known to put broken glass along the tops of walls, or use barbed wire fences. This would provide a very inconvenient time for a trespasser who would incur injury from cuts and scratches. The trespasser had no right to complain as a person had a right to defend of their property!”

Time and Law has moved on, occupiers have a duty of care for the safety of visitors using their premises and this extends to some responsibility to protect intruders, including trespassers! However it may be possible to dismiss this duty of care with a sign, warning people about the danger.

 

 

 

 

The Downfield Line

A walk through January’s neglect, with feelings of retrospect.

On the Downfield line, citizens are a limited find.

Buried away – they’ll not play, not till later in February.

Not Just Any Street

Stobswell

Near Albert Street

Hair boutiques

And Beauty salons

Arbroath Fish Shop

Specific Security Training?

Shops that offer gents style

Campbell’s Dundee Cake Shop

Property Groups

And for meat, David Grewers and Sons

Shed59, Flowers, Ladbrokes

Pound stores

Nice and Spice for fruit

Ian’s the barbershop

Booze for you

Buttys to Take-away

SPF, Newsagents, So Good

Clarks the Bakery

And a Marrakesh café

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Seeing Clearly In The Mist…

 

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I walk the cold foggy streets and feel the path beneath my feet.

Yet the murkiness brings my attention to what is nearest,

darkness of the path I follow,

dampness in the air and the leaves drop like tears,

falling in a bitter wind.

Despair effortlessly encloses me and in that moment,

I see winter approaching and remoteness of dearest spring.