21 February 2015
To Tavistock via Princetown
Flurries of snow, a stiff breeze and brewing gale made for an atmospheric drive today in the Morgan with hood down and both of us dressed in warm woolies. From Ashburton we headed towards the high moor under threatening skies and some light snow showers before entering Tavistock for lunch.
17 February 2015
Princetown for all day breakfast
Destination Fox Tor Cafe today in wall to wall sun across Dartmoor via Bovey Tracey and Grimspound. Super scenic run on busy roads but not so busy as last month in the snow.
At 11.30 am we reached the favourite eating place in Princetown and found the car park at the rear to be almost full and the cafe busy. Helen bought a couple of books on Dartmoor walks as presents and we enjoy the warmth of two log burners going in the merry family atmosphere.
Towards home via Holne we stop at the Dart bridge for a photo session beside the river where to my exasperation the camera zoom lens of my Nikon malfunctioned for the second time in its two year life. Not something one would expect from a supposedly quality product.
I decided to head back via Exeter
Another victim of the internet revolution leaving me with the problem lens - I shall forward it to the repairers directly.
On arrival at the Harlequin car park in Exeter, Helen had a hilarious moment at my expense where we normally park the Morgan without incident. Backing into the slot I touch the steel armour gently with the rear of the luggage rack onto which I mount a fire extinguisher. To make sure it had not dislodged I check the fixing but it frees loose in the process. Falling from my hand, down onto its trigger the thing deployed with a shower of white extinguisher powder, which dusted the rear end of the Morgan. Helen dissolved in hoots of laughter.
Returning home I find the Devon Camera Exchange to be un-contactable and my lens invoice for its previous repair lost in the caverns of a failed filing system.
Yesterday my Pfaff sewing machine reverse lever jammed.
The third item broken in as many days.
To conclude my afternoon the engine oil and filter of the 4/4 is now changed.
One less job to do before we head away across channel in May.
Milo-meter reading 38,000+
At 11.30 am we reached the favourite eating place in Princetown and found the car park at the rear to be almost full and the cafe busy. Helen bought a couple of books on Dartmoor walks as presents and we enjoy the warmth of two log burners going in the merry family atmosphere.
Towards home via Holne we stop at the Dart bridge for a photo session beside the river where to my exasperation the camera zoom lens of my Nikon malfunctioned for the second time in its two year life. Not something one would expect from a supposedly quality product.
I decided to head back via Exeter
In full spate the river fills this arch to within 2/3 of the height of the roof. |
On arrival at the Harlequin car park in Exeter, Helen had a hilarious moment at my expense where we normally park the Morgan without incident. Backing into the slot I touch the steel armour gently with the rear of the luggage rack onto which I mount a fire extinguisher. To make sure it had not dislodged I check the fixing but it frees loose in the process. Falling from my hand, down onto its trigger the thing deployed with a shower of white extinguisher powder, which dusted the rear end of the Morgan. Helen dissolved in hoots of laughter.
Returning home I find the Devon Camera Exchange to be un-contactable and my lens invoice for its previous repair lost in the caverns of a failed filing system.
Newly made Ted for Sophie |
Yesterday my Pfaff sewing machine reverse lever jammed.
The third item broken in as many days.
To conclude my afternoon the engine oil and filter of the 4/4 is now changed.
One less job to do before we head away across channel in May.
Milo-meter reading 38,000+
12 February 2015
Preacher v Polititian
The Greater Bustard is a big bird and the Penduline Tit a small bird.
I once knew a Greater Bustard who turned out to be a Penduline Tit.
"Thought for the Day": Radio rants on the flavour of the moment, deftly turned into praise of an almighty unseen power! A conjuring trick, performed with the tongue by purveyors of heaven and hell who wield the carrot and stick of gentle persuasion. The term “gentle persuasion” is a term too gentle for the violence of their purgatory and the bliss of their heaven. Promotions akin to those of wrinkle cream or energy drink.
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