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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 Pam-bigbustybikerbaby.blogspot.com 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 http://www.cx-gl.org.uk/) 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.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

West Country Winds.

Todays post is about the Storm and high Winds that swept across South Devon last night and today. A few times every year the Rail line from London and the Midlands to Plymouth and Cornwall gets closed by these type of storms due to waves that reach 30 feet high and break up to 40 yards acrooss the lines and roads, also causing damage to them. The government have pumped millions in the last few years into trying to solve this problem with no real success.
This first picture is of The sea front here at Teignmouth, taken from our favourite sea front cafe.In this type of weather hundreds of people come to look at and run in and out of these waves. Here a wave has just broken over the sea wall on the left of the picture.
CLICK ON ANY PICTURE TO ENLARGE IT.
This picture below shows how close the rail line (with waves breaking across it) is to the sea, just a 7 feet wide walkway between the line and sea here.
The Rail line follows the coast for several miles here, from Starcross to Teignmouth about 6 miles. Its a fantastic coastal train journey. This piece of coast (pictured) is at Holcombe midway between Teignmouth and Dawlish, here it goes through a small tunnel, but note how close the line is to the sea, but today its sheltered from the storm here.
This picture is looking down on Dawlish, note the station in the middle, the line runs the whole length of the sea front, with waves breaking at either end.
The sea wall here at Dawlish (like Teignmouth) has no guard rail between it and the sea over most of its length. Look at the waves breaking over it all along.
Got a little higher here to show Dawlish town, with Starcross and across the Exe to Exmouth in the back ground.
I thought i would add this picture of the same Teignmouth sea front in nice, calm weather.
This picture was taken on Boxing day this year and is of the sea front Cafe where we took the first two pictures on this blog.


Joke of the Day.
(Sorry about the colour).

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD.WELL.. YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.


MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE
WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW
DENTIST I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS
FULL NAME.

SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED
BOY, WITH THE SAME NAME, HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL
CLASS SOME 30-ODD YEARS AGO.

COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON,
WAY BACK THEN? UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY
DI SCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.

THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED
FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER
HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED
FAIRVIEW HIGH SCHOOL.

'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A BULLDOG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.

'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.

HE ANSWERED , 'IN 1973 . WHY DO YOU ASK?'

'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN, THAT UGLY,
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED,
FAT ASS,
GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED,


'WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???