|Will and Craig, Sandy's Border Collies. 2 of the most intelligent dogs I have ever come across.|
4th March 2014
Whilst in Scotland at Mum and Sandy's place we took a trip down to John and Tim's new house in Cumbria. It is a work in progress but it is nearly finished and looks lovely. It is in a small village with a small river only yards from the front door.
|John and Tim's new home.|
|Karen and John in full pose mode.|
We returned back from Scotland and the family that look after out Landrover and caravan whilst we were away asked us if we wanted to rent a Mobile home off of them. It was parked in the garden and recently vacated by one of Peters sons.
|Simple but a great stop gap while we decide what we are going to do next and with our own house.|
It would have at least give us a base for a while, something that we both needed after 4 years of being Nomads. We took up the offer and moved in straight away.
So now we were to settle into village life in a place called Roydon. It is a lovely place and we are about 1/2 a mile away from the centre which has 3 marvelous old English pubs within 50m of each other. Bliss....
|Our favourite pub, the New Inn.|
The one we favour, the New Inn, sells Greene King IPA. A murky real ale best drunk at room temperature.
I took the slack time to do a thorough strip down and clean of Wallace. At one point all that remained was the frame, the engine and lot of black spaghetti wiring. I replaced the wheel and steering bearings along with some of the parts damaged from our crash in Argentina. Whilst in pieces, I also got Wallace's ECU (brain) reprogrammed.
Reassembly went back well till I tried to restart Wallace. Lots of farting, banging and odd noises. My heart sank somewhat as I thought that I had broken something serious. It turned out that I had swapped 2 plugs inadvertently and they are the only 2 plugs on the whole bike that fit each other. Wallace now goes like a scalded cat. Yeehaaaa....
30th March 2013
Trula and Jim invited us to the Carvery for a very pleasant meal and we caught up on the news over a few beers.
|Jim, Ray, Karen and our Daughter Trula.|
|And their offspring. Mikey (Jim's son) and Paige (Trula's Daughter/our granddaughter).|
26th April 2014:
I attended a long weekend up in Cumbria and Yorkshire doing some off road riding with some biker acquaintances. It was a lot of fun and nice to get the bike dirty again. We stayed at a campsite in Kirkby Stephen owned by Paul and Maria Holroyd. 2 of the worlds beautiful people.
|Maria outside her camp kitchen doing what she does best....smiling.|
|Wallace getting dirty again.|
|Wallace did better than this guy|
|A gaggle of contented riders at the end of a days mud plugging.|
30th April 2014
I took a day out to visit the Royal Engineers Museum at Chatham for 2 reasons. Firstly to find out what my Dads wartime history consisted of and secondly to reminisce as I was also an RE and worked my last 3 military years across the road from the museum and never got around to visiting it.
I failed to get any enlightenment regarding my father but on seeing the Falklands exhibit I spotted an Argentine ration pack that contained a small bottle of Scottish whiskey. I was taken aback as I had also come across one of them whilst serving there and I drank it when I got news of Trula's (daughter number 2) birth on the 21st of June 1982.
9th May 2014
Karen and I decided to go and fit in some twitching (an unfortunate name for birdwatching isn't it ?) at the local reserve. Being the time of year we saw many fledged birds and this one has got to be the weirdest one of all. A coot chick.
|This is one ugly duckling|
10th May 2014
Rebecca, the daughter of Karen's friend, Mac, had a bright idea to have an ABBA night to coincide with the Euro-vision song contest so we all dressed up in ridiculous outfits to attend Mac house and make complete fools of ourselves. The picture below shows just how uncomfortable I was....
|Ray, Rebecca, Karen and Mac.|
24th May 2014
Karen and Mac with many other ladies took to the fun fair at Southend. It was not my cup of tea so I tactfully stayed at home.
|Karen and Rebecca scheming as to whom to attack next.|
5th June 2014
Took a planned (this time - Doh!) trip with a load of old Army mates to the D-Day commemorations.
I rode down alone via the channel tunnel and the rest got the ferry all the way. I arrived at silly o'clock and got my bivvy bag and sleeping bag out for a few hours sleep. I was due to meet the others from the ferry at 8am so was up early and saw the sun rise over Pegasus Bridge. This was the first piece of real estate to be taken back by the allies on the D-Day assault. The photo shows the original bridge that has been moved about 100m, having been replaced by a new one. It was renamed, following the assault, after the 'Pegasus', winged horse, shoulder badges worn by airbourne forces throughout the world, including the Germans.
The first house to be liberated, at the end of the bridge is now a cafe and is run by the family that owned it at the time. The present owner was about 7 years old at the time of the action. She still runs the cafe.
A parachute drop had been arranged near the bridge the next day, the 6th of June. Many countries were involved, British, American, Canadian and French paras took part. All in all I estimate that around 150 personnel made the jump. It started with the British Red Devils display team.
Also making an appearance were a couple of WW2 Spitfires.
The first military drop was via an old DC3 Dakota.
And amongst others, a British Hercules. Ah......memories.....painful ones...but memories never the less.
That night there were fireworks over the town of Lion sur Mer. The french do put on a good display and this being the 70th anniversary, it is probably doing to be that last big commemoration where the soldiers that took part are still with us.
All along the Normandy beach front are plaques to all the units that took part. This one is to the Canadian Kings Rifle Regiment. Below it is a plaque to the British Dragoons, flail tanks that cleared the beach of mines and at the bottom is one to the British Royal Engineers who facilitated getting the tanks and vehicles ashore.
At every beach there was an are a set aside for a 'camp'. Here, WW2 vehicles and actors added to the atmosphere. This one is Gold Beach.
This is Wallace parked up on Juno beach.
This is the 'camp' for Juno beach and church at Sait Aubin sur Mer.
7th June 2014
We rode to the town of Saint mere Eglise, where the American paratroopers were dropped in error.
Being the American landing area, there was a full on Harley Davidson rally in full swing. Why British Police were on hand to make them behave themselves is completely beyond me but it was a nice touch.
If you look closely, you will see the commemoration to US Private John Steele. During the incorrectly dropped paras, he was caught up on the church spire and played dead till taken prisoner by the Germans 2 hours later. He later escaped, rejoined his unit and joined in the fight for the village. He was later awarded the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart for his actions and wounds.
This is a tribute to Bill Millin. A piper who piped and walked up and down this sector of Sword Beach as the assault was ongoing. Bill was the only soldier in a kilt and captured Germans later stated that they did not shoot him as they though he was off his head. The picture shows a Dutch piper emulating Bill.
8th June 2014
It was now time to head home and along with another guy we paid a visit to the Pegasus Bridge museum. On display they have this, a Bailey bridge complete with launching nose. I have seen many of these all over the world, but this is the fist in 'launch' mode. This was one of my specialties when in the Royal engineers and I go all silly when I see one.
Back on the Channel Tunnel train to England. 90mph and 250 feet under the English Channel.
13th June 2014
Having had a long term invite, I attended an old Police class re-union on the South bank in London. These guys are the ones I went through Police training school with in 1988. They all still have 4 years to serve till retirement. I did not gloat too much - honest.These, fortunately are the ones I liked. The muppets did not turn up. Why... because they are muppets. (Except Mark Harrison who turned up later).
14th June 2014
Today we set off in the car for a week-end away. Initially to Norwich as we have never been there and then on to Snetterton, nearby for some motorcycle racing. The centre piece of Norwich is its cathedral. It is an impressive piece of architecture.
|The outside view.|
|The inside view is enormous. It is like a Tardis.|
|The detail is incredible. This is one of the beam junctions in the ceiling.|
|How about this for a patriotic window. Onward Christian Soldiers etc..|
|And cap it all, Peregrine Falcons nesting on the roof.|
15th June 2014
After a proper English breakfast at our hotel we set off for Snetterton race track.
Once in we managed to locate a old double decker bus that had been converted into a bar. Needless to say, we needed to sample all of life's experiences so armed with a beer, from the lower deck we watched the racing from the bus roof.
There was a tribute to two riders that had sadly lost their lives, Simon Andrews and Karl "Bomber" Harris, in the last week and at the end of it, right on que, we had a visit from a B17 Flying Fortress, one of the type that flew from Snetterton during WW2.
The bike racing was as usual for British Super Bikes, very competitive and close. The bikes are so closely matched that it is the riders that provide the competition and not the manufacturers.
|James Ellison leading the pack.|
This rider (No 20) is Jenny Tinmouth. She is on her own bike, a Honda CBR1000RR Fireblade and she is the first and only female to own her own British race team. She currently holds the Isle Of Man TT female lap record at just under 120mph. The girl can ride and she is a looker too.... sorry Karen.
Sadly, the sidecars are always left till the end of the day and many people have left. However it is well worth staying for. The drivers are nuts and the passengers faith defies belief.
17th June 2014
I set off, Tuesday morning, on Wallace to an adventure bikers meet beside Donnington race track. Karen set off to her mums in Dumfries. The biker meet was part of a group called Horizons Unlimited, headed up by a Canadian couple named Grant and Susan Johnson who we visited in Vancouver last year.
I was part of the set up crew and thereafter was a general dogs body. I have not worked so hard for years, I was completely knackered at the end of each day and on day 1 my feet were blistered. Fortunately 2 of my very good biker friends also arrived for the set up and it made the task so much more enjoyable. Jane and Steve Banstead.
|Jane and Steve.|
|Grant and Susan on the left, Bryan in the red jacket.|
After the biker meet, I set off rapidly for Scotland as it was Karen's birthday.