Location: Teignmouth, Devon, United Kingdom

I'm married with two grown up children and four grandchildren, My wife of 47 years is Sue and we are the same age. My two children are Pamela (blogging occasionly under and Roy,who was recently Paralysed from the waist down due to an Absys on his Spine. My 4 grandchildren are (oldest first) Gavin, Hayley, Thomas,and Zoe. Sue and I are both retired and we're disabled too, her with a badly Arthritic back and spine, me with lung (COPD) and Heart problems.I have always loved Fishing (all sorts) Sue started fishing with me about 8 years ago, now she really enjoys it too. We both love m'cycles and m'cycling, Sue owns and rides her own bike which is a Custom 1981 250 Honda.I own a 1979 Honda CX500. We are both members of this motorcycle club ( view or join our club on or see my blog post Dec 2007 blog "Getting old, never", of course we're badly resticted now due to our illness, only riding in really good weather.Just over three years ago we lost our best friend and Baby Mojo the border Collie, Gone but never forgotten. Please feel free to use any of our photo's but do let me know you have used them, thank you.

Friday, August 22, 2008


A few weeks ago we went with friends for a ride ending in Lynemouth, North Devon. Unbeknown to us it was the day of their Raft Race. We wondered when arriving around 5 pm why it was so busy we soon found out. The only real shame was we were in the Queue for some food when all the Rafts paraded by on the road, hence no photo's.
Below the start of the race with around 12 Rafts taking part.
Below, the harbour wall that holds a hundred or so people. Most of these are armed with flour bombs and a few water bombs too, all patiently waiting for the rafts to come into range.
Below, the first Rafts come within range of the far harbour wall. At this point maybe I should mention that all the Rafts are fully "Armed" with plastic water capsules and a few with heavy duty water guns + some odd flour bombs. As you can imagine they are fully capable of giving as good as they get.
Now nearly all are within range of both walls and the foot path bridge. You can see a fair few flour bombs flying around.
Below,as you can see a crowd of several hundred attended and most enjoyed it thoroughly although there are always a few who don't so try to spoil others enjoyment.
Below, Nearing the end now and flour and water litter the air, its almost impossible to come through completely unscathed.
So providing you are not in your best suit and don't mind a little flour and water, then mark this as a date for next years calendar. It is a really fun evening followed by live open air music, and a good Bar-b- Q.

A farmer stopped by the local garage to have his truck fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home
On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the cattle Market and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose.
However, struggling along outside the Market he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home.While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost and could he tell her how to get to Barton Place, The farmer said "as a matter of fact, my farm is only a little further down the road i would show you but i just can't carry this lot".The old lady said "Why don't you put the tin of paint in the bucket then carry that in one hand and put a chicken under each arm and carry the Goose with your free hand". "Why thank you" the farmer said and off they walked together. A little further on the Farmer said "lets take a short cut up the alley and across the field, it will save time".The little old lady stares at him for a while then says "I am a lonely widow with no one to defend me , how do i know when we go up that way you won't pin me against the wall lift my skirt and have your wicked way with me". The farmer immediately said "how the hell could i do that with my arms full of this stuff" The old lady comes straight back with "put the Goose down cover it with the bucket, trap it with the paint on top and give me the Chickens to hold".


Blogger Shammickite said...

Looks like all out WAR!
And lots of fun.

1:31 am  
Blogger Jeanette said...

Gday Bob. I must say that looks a fun day, Hope you didnt get covered in flour...

1:34 pm  

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