In this somewhat lengthy post I talk about/mention the following:
- My latest walk up Snowdon
- Lockdown, Social Distancing and Masks
- Track and Trace
- David Icke and Vernon Coleman
Back in May I found myself banned from various beauty spots, namely Snowdon, which is an hour’s drive away from where I live and a fun walk. I think that restriction was lifted some weeks ago and this week I fancied a walk, so off I went, up Snowdon.
There are various routes to walk on Snowdon but I picked my usual one (I have been enough times now to develop a ‘usual one’!) The carpark at the start is a peculiar one; most people pay but I don’t bother; it’s in two halves, the half I drive into has no signs indicating it is Pay&Display, whereas the other, smaller section does. Either the carpark makes a lot of money out of people wrongly paying, or they lose out each time to someone like me. Either way I wouldn’t pay to park; there’s another free spot to park further along the road, it just adds a bit to the walk.
Anyway, there were only a few cars in the carpark when I arrived at just before 9am, and for most of my walk up the mountain I was on my own, save for some cows and sheeps. There wasn’t much in the way of views since it was a cloudy morning.
At the top the elaborate (and expensive) visitor’s centre was closed up (as had been indicated by signage at the start of the walk). With shutters down it certainly didn’t look like it was worth what was spent on it!
I had met two or three people heading down as I was heading up, but there were a few more at the top. I downed some nuts and coffee I had packed for the walk and headed back down; the walk now happening more swiftly thanks to the assistance from gravity. The skies were also clearing up.
More people were met heading up. I tend to find different people intriguing, amusing, and entertaining. Some people are cheerful and say hello, other people are talking amongst themselves and don’t even acknowledge your existence. There are families of various ages, from quite young kids that are eager for the walk, or the ones that are stumbling about and still finding their feet. Then there are the ones that are ill-prepared. There was one at the top who had made the climb in plimsolls, fair enough if your feet aren’t going to complain about it as mine would! I set off back down with this small group but I soon nipped past them when I realised their slower pace (they must have set off pretty earlier to have arrive at the top just before me).
One dad of a dad and son group I met on the way down clearly wasn’t up for the walk, although he had dressed accordingly; him and his son quizzed me at a rocky part that was quite lose underfoot. “Is it all like this?” the dad asked. I said “it varies”. “How much further to the top?” he continued, pressing for a distance in kilometres; I didn’t have a clue in KM, nor did I know how long it would take them. From the tone of his question he seemed to think he was not far away now from the top we couldn’t yet see for the cloud, but I reluctantly replied that he was perhaps [only] 1/3rd the way… maybe he mistook my reply for 1/3rd from the top. I didn’t want to dishearten him. His son urged him to carry on walking, but he looked pretty worn out already.
That’s certainly not the first time I’ve been quizzed like that; one time I got it part the way up from a smoker who had stopped for [likely another] cigarette; it boggles me somewhat because there are clear display boards at the start of the walk about how long a particular route is likely to take, along with recommendations about clothing and equipment (I don’t think cigarettes are listed on that board). It’s not hard to figure out how far from the top you likely are if you know what time you set off or how long you’ve been walking for.
Other walkers on this occasion were a couple of strapping older gents; I would guess they were in their 60s, if not older, but they were the sort that keep themselves in shape. The only thing that really surprised me about them was that they hadn’t set off earlier; it seems to be that it is the families of less-prepared that set off somewhat later and I always wonder if they make it to the top or turn back early in order to get back down before it starts getting dark. These guys asked me how busy it was and I said I’d had a quiet walk up but there were a few people at the top and a few people ahead of them.
All in all the walk took me four hours. I myself hadn’t looked at the information board this time and I had assumed it was 3 hours to the top and perhaps 2.5 hours down; maybe that was for the other more demanding route I have taken. Either way, I got swiftly back down. The skies were clearing and the carpark was full.
On my way home I decided to do my usual stop for food. Ever since I was cycling round Ireland last year I’ve had a deal with McDonalds where I get a ‘Big Mac and Fries’ for £1.99 (I’m not sure how much that save you, perhaps only 50p!), I just have to leave them a review online after each visit. I didn’t actually have my receipt with me on this occasion (it has been sitting at home on my kitchen worktop getting grubby throughout Lockdown) but I had heard that they had a half-price deal going on so I thought I’d give it a try.
Sure enough, I could get anything for half price… providing I sold my soul.
It was quite busy when approaching the McDonalds and I had to navigate my person as one tends to have to do these days at the supermarket entrances, round various barrier and following arrows. I was explained the deal from the assistant behind her mask (she did a good job of making herself clear and what was required): Hand over details for ‘track and trace’ and you get your order for half price providing you eat in or outside. You can’t otherwise have a table but you can order a ‘take away’ as standard (and pay full price). A loophole, as was openly explained to me, was that I could order my food for a table outside, and then take my food away. It made sense to me, and so I sold my soul.
You had to place your order at one of the kiosks/walk hanging 90’degree-rotated-touch-screen-display things and pay by card and not cash, and input the designated table number at the final stage to ensure you got the discount, pay and then wait at the table for your order to be brought out to you. I felt a bit of ‘information overload’ at this stage; trying to decide on what I was getting, and how much the total would be, and that table number 53. Must not forget 53. Lucky for me I wasn’t part of a family with screaming kids. To add to the confusion the big screen (that I had not used before, as I prefer to order from a human being and use cash) presented me with an illustration of a table number thing which I’ve seen people carrying around on previous visits which are like large white plastic triangles; the screen was prompting me to take one of these (for which there wasn’t one in sight) and to key in the three digit number from this. I assumed it meant the table number but 53 was only two digits… so I keyed in that. My order total got halved and I paid the remainder. Success.
I then wandered around aimlessly until I was actually shown where table 53 was, right outside, so I stood there and waited, and waited.
The waiting for my order while it got prepared and seemingly handed to the wrong people at some stage and then prepared a second time sometime later when the helpful assistant realised I had perhaps been waiting too long, gave me time to ponder the whole track and trace/selling of my soul deal.
David Icke, Vernon Coleman, and others have warned of how freedoms are being eroded and certain things being made compulsory (in varying degrees and by various methods, stages and phases), like Lockdown, social distancing, the wearing of masks, and, one day perhaps vaccinations.
Being tracked and traced is part of this ‘agenda’ which is being seen to divide the population into those that follow along and those that don’t (the so-called Woke community I believe). We have been shown that in some countries the approach is far more strict and unavoidable; such as people being arrested or supposedly dragged into their homes, facial recognition and mobile phones being used to automatically track everyone. “Comply with our requests and it wont come to this.” we’re lead to believe. There is certainly a lot of fearmongering going on.
In other places the tactics are more subtle as in the case of what I experienced at McDonalds which has apparently been rolled out to all restaurants this past week, slipped in under the radar as it were.
The assistant at McDonalds explained to me that the government had ordered them (and others) to collect track and trace data (name and telephone number) of anyone eating at their premises. It seemed to me that McDonalds feared that some people would simply refuse without an incentive, so the incentive is the promise of a “discount”. What David Icke and others have warned of though is actually people not complying to be outcast and forced to pay more. Really, the two are the same thing; people who refuse to comply end up paying more.
I queried the track and track thing more with the assistant, such as who has access to the data I had already handed over, and was told it’s collected for the government and used by them for the purposes of track and trace. That seems all well and good, but that same data can also be used to keep track of who is complying, and how many people are complying. This is important to the system as various phases are rolled out; Lockdown was a phase, Social Distancing is an aspect, the easing of lockdown coupled with the requirement to wear masks in various places is a phase, and vaccination will be a phase. The vaccination phase will fail if the necessary proportion of the population don’t take it up, and I mean fail in two senses: fail in the efficacy of a legitimate vaccines purpose of “curing us of this virus” (if it can even do that) and fail in being another tool in the arsenal of population control. In this I mean that if the majority of people simply refuse to be vaccinated then the few that might aren’t likely to bother, or if they do it will be pointless. The opposite is also true in that if the majority are won over by the whole vaccination thing, then the few that don’t will be in a minority and will either be pressured into following suit, or worse, it will become a legal requirement. Track and trace data will give an indication of the level of compliance.
Of course, I could have given random data to the system; my name could have been Joe Bloggs, with a telephone number of 01234 567890. That may have been rejected on the spot. I need to develop an alias, perhaps something clever when read backwards.
What’s worse, someone else could use my name and phone number, or I could use theirs. What would happen then? Well, the whole point of the track and trace system, we are told, is to notify people if they have been somewhere were someone later diagnosed with Covid-19 has been. Then what? You’re expected to self-quarantine? All of the people you’ve been in contact with since that fateful meal-ordering/soul-selling moment get quarantined too? All because the system said so.
Testing has been shown to be unreliable. People can present no symptoms as yet test positive, or they keep testing until it says you have it. Tests are sent off to god-knows-where, fed through a systems, and a result drawn up. A result of which governs your fate or dictates whether you can step outside your ‘home’ for the next fortnight.
Perhaps it would have been better not to hand over legitimate details; I wasn’t warned about providing false information; I wasn’t presented with anything “official”. But that would really be futile, and I like that I got two burgers and fries for £2.38.
Also, by being forced to pay by credit card at a kiosk (gotta love touching these shared surfaces in the time of a pandemic) in a restaurant that is overlooked by CCTV, coupled with a WiFi and mobile phone networks all mean I can be further tracked and traced anyway, although the government perhaps doesn’t have simple easy access to those systems. The official “track and trace” system is the open-fronted approach, that you are lead to believe you have a choice about.