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Those are my grand daughters. Known to me inside my head as GD1 and GD2 because their real names are too embarrassing. When GD1 ran ahead near the edge of the harbour I hesitated before calling out her name aloud.

Yes, you can't buy a house there and there are no holiday homes, just a hotel and the odd B&B.

I asked about snow and ice and one of the people I spoke to said that as it is sheltered from behind and the sides and faces the sea it is very rare to get snow or ice even when surrounding areas do. It pissed down both before and whilst I was there so I walked very carefully on the cobbles, break a hip at my age and it's curtains. The water goes into the joints between the pebbles and so the tops dry quickly.

It wasn't too bad, the rain helped keep numbers down. To answer Pete's question, everyone that lived there I spoke to loved it. They said if anyone moves the whole village pitches in and uses the sledges when required. The super rich landowner walks through asking if anything needs fixing and sorts it straight away, rents are not too bad and if they work there as well pay is good. If residents get too old to walk the hill they get moved to the bottom of the village so that they can use the single access road in a vehicle if required.

Taken on my work phone, don't have a phone of my own.

I went to north Devon to visit my son and his family plus to have a little ride round and look at a bit of scenery. The weather report lied as usual, those wankers at the Met Office should have their soft dangly bits put in a vice. Whilst passing over Exmoor in the pissing rain on the way there was a bright flash off to one side of me and an immediate noise like a bomb had gone off. I though the army were firing shells, but realised quickly it was a close by lighting strike. I shit myself! Visited Clovelly, the private village you pay to walk in (no driving allowed). The shop keepers I met were all really chatty, they had visited and then got jobs and moved in, one had been there 20 years, but still had a broad Birmingham accent. All goods are moved about by sledge and most houses had theirs stored outside the front door, chained up to stop tourists taking them home I reckon. Later went to The Valley of the Rocks and left it at the other end via a £2 toll road. Road as a description was a bit strong, it was about 5 feet wide with a heap of mud along the middle all along its twisting steepness. Trying to keep my left leg away from rocks and tree branches meant my front wheel hit the mud in the centre sometimes and caused a few hairy moments. Couldn't even stop and take pictures it was so narrow with drop offs into the surrounding woods. I stayed in a B&B that used to be the old vicarage in Barnstaple. The two hobby horses pictured were hanging on the coat rack.

How weird, my current toilet read is set in Saumur(I can't just sit there without stuff for my brain to occupy itself). Is it the same Saumur as in the large armoured vehicle museum?

I only got home a few hours ago, still wading through ginger bike updates.

I've only been gone a few days and you've decided to change bikes. I'm still wading through all the posts, so not sure what the three strikes are yet.

I voted for that one just because it has a bush growing out of the throttle grip. That's class that is.

Noooo, not the monkey pox???

Love this if I'm driving.

From my sett laying detail drawing, including my rogue dog turd I try and pop in most drawings.

Ahh, the IKEA home assembly road kit!

Pockets are for:- Heart Pills Inhaler Spare truss Indigestion tablets Hay fever tablets The Observer Book of Polish insults Emergency Brasso bottle Emergency buffing cloth Spare emergency Brasso bottle Spare emergency buffing cloth Name and address written down in case he forgets who he is French Lesson cards for distribution around local phone booths (cash in hand) Bag of Werthers Originals (Grandad size extra large) Normal glasses Reading glasses Bi Focal glasses Spare reading glasses Teabag shop loyalty card with nearly all spaces stamped Castrol Oils loyalty card BMW Glee club membership card