Driving back from a friends wedding in Taunton last Friday I was struck by the number of CCTV cameras in place as you approach the Glastonbury site. On poles, cherry pickers and I expect trees. I was then talking with Jun as we drove to my aunt’s in Sevenoaks Kent, just how heavily surveilled we are in the UK.

Then we looked at some of the houses close to my aunt’s home,  high fences and walls, CCTV and cameras on the gates. Some private roads seem to have systems as well before you even get into the road. Is valuing your privacy so that no-one gets close without your approval or is it a fear the family Van Dyck might go missing when you go to Waitrose for the weekly shop.

It is all rather scary and brought to a head in a way by the Johnson Scandal this weekend. I will have to check that my neighbours little solar panels for their garden lights on the fence are just that. It seems that you cannot go far without being observed – electronically. We now notice houses in Wells that seem more akin to Fort Apache the Bronx than desirable des res on the edge of the city. It is all a sad reflection on our society.

Then someone trashed the tubs that my neighbour put together to try and make it a little more attractive where we live. Just to add insult to injury they came back and took our doorside hanging basket.  All rather sad, but following our local Police advice I am able to say, Big Brother is watching you.