What is the gun doing there? Is this a ‘PeakOil doomer site’?
Well yes and no. Yes that’s a gun. It has been buried beneath a load of junk since we moved from Ireland nearly ten years ago. It belonged to my wife’s grandfather, an old IRA supporter in the ’20’s. We brought it to France as a family ‘heirloom’ – a curiosity from a distant past. I dug it up again the other day because it seemed to me to be a possible element in my future. Suddenly it dawned on me that I might need to defend myself, or my wife, or our food-supply. That if I followed the logic of what I was reading – then the future was not necessarily going to be a peaceable ‘hippy-type’ scenario. The interim future might in fact be messy and violent.
If I am capable of thinking the unthinkable, then I might have to imagine doing the unimaginable. The idea of putting up barbed-wire to protect my carrots is one thing: the possibility that I might have to defend my chickens with a warning blast from a gun that has no sights and hasn’t been fired in a hundred years . . .
