St Mary’s in Looe, Cornwall.

I am really bothered that my reputation is that I am a paedophile and that I ‘beat’ women. None of this is true. I think that it is really important to speak out against Cornwall Live news reporting and then, eventually, someone will close them down. Because what they are doing now- everyday – is putting innocent peoples lives at risk. That is not journalism. That is gutter press. I actually proved to the police that Leandra Stone, Sarah Soames, Margaret Pengelly, Deanne Jones, Nigel Kemp, David Bennet and Paul Powell were setting me up – attacking me and maligning me. And in that way – I feel better knowing that I managed to record it all.

I was ‘set up’ and in hindsight and objectivity it is a very strange phenomenon.

So, PC Hands of Looe and Liskeard Police was there in my flat with another officer and they are filming me. And I am distressed and we are trying to explore what it is that is going on.

PC Hands is also encouraging me to to ‘apologise and be the bigger Man.’ My Social Worker and Advocate are confused as am I. ‘Apologise for having your head in the way while they kick you and beat you Alyster?’ states my Advocate.

(my apologies for the changing past, present, future tense – It is because trauma is, perhaps non linear in terms of what we understand of time)

‘You’re not a paedophile Alyster, we (The Police) know that. Just ignore what they are saying.’

and then I start shouting and he tells me to stop shouting, which is fair enough. I turn it back to him and I am asking him so how would you like it PC Hands if they did that to you?

I tell him that it is systematic ‘Hate Crime’

Obviously I have my old battered laptops here and they have been returned to me since the eviction. I have access to the internet and while on Probation too.

I only ever took one photo of a child in the main street of Looe. A one of the beach skater gang he was giving me the most horrible Homophobic and Transphobic abuse and encouraging the other kids to laugh at me and all I needed to do was to go out in town and get food. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew it was wrong what he was doing. He then took to following me around and – Thankfully – tourists told him off and helped me. I sent his photo to the local schools so that he could get help and I made a crime report.

Margaret Pengelly is on film footage that I had to take for evidence of her harassment. It was shown at a safe guarding meeting with my Social Worker and advocate and others pointing out to to Sergeant Ian Chalmers and (Livewest Housing Manager) Sioban Armstrong that it clearly showed how Margaret Pengelly was encouraging others to malign and hurt me.

I am incredibly sad at this point because I realise that the Police in Devon and Cornwall and maybe further afield are part of the problem. Not PC Hands, but for sure in terms of Hierarchy – Policing in general.

And they know. They know about Leandra Stone, David Bennet, Paul Powell, Rosie Murray, Deanne Jones, Nigel Kemp, Alan Stone, Daryn Hills, Georgina Ramsey, Amy Lee Cooper, Alan March, Pippa newton, Oliver Best, Jamie Wright, Stephanie, Dr. Graham Southam and others too. They know.

They know about Paul Powell using a ‘Livewest’ LTD flat as a drugs den.

But there is fuck all they can do about it.

Paul lies to the Police, the town his Mother and Father. An incredibly dangerous man whom I was not protected from.

And that is why I challenge that ‘Livewest’ housing is a home for Everyone. For sure they ensure that their housing protects tenants involved in illegal drugs. And they protect the very near two businesses – a nightclub and a cafe.

On a 999 police call the operator said to me ‘Alyster are you being targeted? And is it the triangle there at the beach front? Of course, I replied ‘Yes’ The Admiral Boscarne Inn, Loowenna Cafe and St Mary’s Livewest Social Housing flats.

They are going to kill me – I write and say to the Independent Office of Police Conduct.

I never ‘beat’ Sarah Soames of Looe in Cornwall. She and others perverted the course of Justice and she went on to commit Perjury at Bodmin Courts and she and David Bennetts and Paul Powell were all helped by Pippa Newton and Oliver Stone. And they were all encouraged by Leandra Stone of the Admiral Boscarne at the Beach Front in Looe.

Lincoln de los bosques: Chapter 1

Lincoln of the Woods: Capítulo 1
Capítulo uno. Caballo.

Y allí estaba él, de pie bajo la lluvia, pero sin sentir.

Y allí estaba él, parado en el bosque, pero sin ver.

Y allí estaba él, de pie junto a su caballo, pero sin oír.


Lincoln de los bosques.

El viento cayó como un elefante en una tirolina.

Too Quiet se dijo Lincoln para sí mismo y no para sí mismo.

'Muy silencioso.'

Y entonces comprendió que los vientos habían llamado a Snow.
El silencio que estaba escuchando ahora era nieve

Lincoln of the Woods: Chapter 1


And there he was standing in the rain – but not feeling.

And there he was standing in the woods – but not seeing.

And there he was standing by his horse – but not hearing.


Lincoln of the Woods.

The wind dropped like an elephant on a zip wire.

Too Quiet said Lincoln to himself and not to himself.

‘Too Quiet.’

And then he understood, the winds had beckoned Snow.

The silence he was hearing now, was snow

Lincoln de los bosques

Lincoln de los bosques

1 de noviembre de 2021 + Sin categoría
Lincoln Of The Woods (Extracto)
por Alyster Gynn
Extracto de mi libro ilustrado (que no se publicará pronto), "Lincoln Of The Woods".

“Con un golpe de su cuchillo contra el pedernal, enciende un fuego en la nieve. La leña es de color ámbar y brilla como la luna de arriba. Los animales se acercan y se sienten aliviados al sentir el suave y cálido aliento de Lincoln. Esperan su historia y la cadencia de sus tonterías soporíferas.

Sopa de pan y calabaza. Lincoln lo esparce. Lo da. Lo calienta. Lo ofrece. Los viajeros perdidos y la mujer sin nombre lo toman, lo huelen y lo comen, e incluso el perro callejero sonríe a través de esos mordiscos sustanciosos y cariñosos.

... y su historia continúa

Digamos que el corazón es tan grande como los océanos que vemos y los océanos que nunca hemos visto. Digamos también que la capacidad de amar es más que esas estrellas. Más de 3.657 autobuses de dos pisos. Más de 178,800 rollos de papel higiénico apilados, más largos que un trozo de cuerda y más grandes que Elvis y más grandes que Levis.

Imaginemos que el Amor es eso.

(Bosteza. Un búho ulula. El perro rasca una pulga).

… E imaginemos que el Odio, en comparación, es del tamaño de una lenteja. Imaginemos eso. (

(El fuego en la nieve crepita, escupe, susurra, brilla y baila)

Se imaginan.

Es una noche estrellada.

¡Gracias a dios! reflexiona Búho - no hay tono burro rebuznando Kumbaya esta noche "

Lincoln av Skogen

Lincoln av skogen
Lincoln av skogen



1 november 2021 + Okategoriserade
Lincoln of the Woods (extrakt)
av Alyster Gynn
Utdrag från min (kommer inte att publiceras snart) illustrerade bok, "Lincoln Of The Woods."

"Med ett slag av sin kniv mot flintan tänder han en eld i snön. Tändningen är bärnsten och lyser som månen ovanför. Djuren närmar sig och är lättade över att känna Lincolns mjuka, varma andetag. De väntar på hans berättelse och takten i hans sövande nonsens.

Bröd och pumpasoppa. Lincoln sprider det runt. Ger ut det. Värmer upp den. Erbjuder det. De vilsna resenärerna och kvinnan utan namn tar det, luktar på det och äter det och till och med den herrelösa hunden ler genom de rejäla, vårdande betten.

...och hans historia fortsätter

Låt oss säga att hjärtat är lika stort som haven vi ser och haven vi aldrig sett. Låt oss också säga att förmågan att älska är mer än dessa stjärnor. Fler än 3 657 dubbeldäckare. Mer än 178 800 rullar toalettpapper staplade högt, längre än ett snöre och större än Elvis och större än Levis.

Låt oss föreställa oss att kärlek är det.

(Han gäspar. En uggla tutar. Hunden kliar sig på en loppa).

…och låt oss föreställa oss att hat, i jämförelse, är storleken på en lins. Låt oss föreställa oss det.(

(Elden i snön sprakar, spottar, viskar, glöder och dansar)

De föreställer sig.

Det är en stjärnklar natt.

Tack gode Gud! begrundar Uggla – ingen tonhöjd åsna som bräker Kumbaya ikväll’


I am so happy listening and feeding seagulls.

The Candle Of Hope

The Candle Of Hope.

Walking through the streets of Looe, Cornwall – the Christmas lights do look beautiful this year. Despite their flashing brightness – there is a jaded, less convinced feel about them.

A response to and from the Pandemic? A ‘do as we always do’ …but with some uncertainty? A little whisper of gossip, of trepidation. This year is unlike so many other years.


I like to see things from different angles. I am not saying it helps or it gives any insight. I am saying – I like to see things from different angles.

This is the lighting of the first advent candle. The candle of Hope.

And this is what I will call this picture, to be painted before Christmas day.

The photo was taken on Monday 6th December 2021 at about 2am.From East Looe side, looking toward the bridge. Inbetween The Petrol Station and The Old Bridge Surgery.

Kilminorth Woods

Early Morning Walk, Kilminorth Woods, Looe, Cornwall.




Refuse To Be The Scapegoat. If you are The ‘Fallguy’ a cobweb will catch you and bounce you and spin you into your own truth. Challenge and Change Will Happen. Live and Thrive in the Wilderness and come back telling Stories of Hope.

Alyster Gynn 2021

Rock That Look

I was late for Church this morning, but joined in half way through with the singing. It was quite wonderful. ‘Stir Up Sunday’. I was passed a big bowl of Christmas Pudding mixture by beautiful children. I gave it a stir and smiled a lot. I smiled and meant it with all my heart. I didn’t wear my usual Suit and Cornish tie. This time I went with a casual look. Pink Floyd T shirt, Denim jacket, Thermal long Johns, Pyjama Bottoms, Wetproof trousers and Nike trainers. It is a beautiful day. I sat on the beach front for a bit. I had a conversation with this cloud.

‘Lincoln des bois’ (extrait)

pas publié prochainement), 'Lincoln Of The Woods.'
« D'un coup de couteau contre le silex, il allume un feu dans la neige. Le petit bois est ambré et brille comme la lune au-dessus.
Les animaux s'approchent et sont soulagés de sentir le souffle doux et chaud de Lincoln. Ils attendent son histoire et la cadence de ses bêtises soporifiques.
Pain et soupe de potiron. Lincoln le répand partout. Le donne. Le réchauffe. L'offre.
Les voyageurs perdus et la femme sans nom le prennent, le sentent et le mangent et même le chien errant sourit à travers cette morsure copieuse et nourrissante.
... et son histoire continue
 Disons que le cœur est aussi grand que les océans que nous voyons et les océans que nous n'avons jamais vus. Disons aussi que la capacité d'aimer est plus que ces étoiles. Plus de 3 657 bus à impériale. Plus de 178 800 rouleaux de papier toilette empilés, plus longs qu'un bout de ficelle et plus gros qu'Elvis et plus gros que Lévis.
Imaginons que l'Amour est cela.
(Il bâille. Une chouette hulule. Le chien gratte une puce)
... et imaginons que la haine, en comparaison, a la taille d'une lentille. Imaginons cela.
(Le feu dans la neige crépite, crache, chuchote, brille et danse)
Ils imaginent.
C'est une nuit étoilée.
Dieu merci! médite Owl - pas d'âne de ton de ton qui braire Kumbaya ce soir'

Wonderful Church Day

Riverside Church, Looe in Cornwall. It’s was a wonderful Church day. …Aaaaawwww it was so lovely. The Church was packed. We sung ‘Love Divine’. The whole sermon by (Biddy Bishop) was about ‘Love.’ Off for a walk in the sunshine now.