Helen and me enjoy a Sunday jaunt across the moor to see the kaleidoscope of tints along our favourite woodland trail and an all day breakfast at the Fox Tor Cafe. Its busy feeding dozens of lycra clad cyclists, racing about the moor from Plymouth. It's halloween and many are wearing fancy fascinators of the devilish kind. The run alongside the Dart from Ashburton to Poundsgate is not to be missed at this time, and in the Morgan 4/4 the canopy of russets and gold leaf a real joy.
Those eager to lead us into believing one thing or another are never far away. I shy away from religion and groups that shelter behind a cloak of respectability. My pension provider has lost two thousand pounds from my pension pot this past twelve months and says I may not have the 25% tax free drawdown promised by Her Majesties Government. "Telephone again next April". They say; "we might have more to tell you by that time".
I listened to a bishop berating a banker on Thursday but why the BBC chose to broadcast a sermon on the morals of a banker is a puzzle, when we know full well that bankers are no better than the rest. ( I would sooner hear what the bishop had to say about the actress).
The tools of propaganda crowd the airways night and day. Doris Archer and Ambridge Farm, leaves me cold.
Perhaps the BBC would have Eddie Grundy tour the Morgan factory, now that would be a tale worth telling.
Mogging along leafy lanes early in the morning starts from Greater Haldon. A mystery tour to follow colours of autumn but "tales of the unexpected" spill into a box marked "grumbles".
We have HS2 and HS3 but no Devon HS4. Seven million tons of beach sand and shingle are required to replace that which has been lost since 1841 at Dawlish.
"Swamped" by EU migrants, "Under Siege", "Under Pressure". Recent words from Downing Street.
Under attack from the EU - I say follow the Nordic peoples - Vote UKIP and we might get our independance back.
Bleeding the UK taxpayer, the EU penalty for our improved economy (including drugs prostitution and smuggling) seems to suggest we promote this degenerate group of high earners. Now the idiots are definitely in charge of the asylum.
I had to get that off my chest to continue my drive. Apologies for the digression.
But wait there's more!....the MMC seems en-route to self destruction.
Futuristic design ventures, exotic materials, racing campaigns and electric power. Adventures quite laudable for a manufacturer with excess funds to gamble but for a compact niche market company with less than two hundred employees simply reckless. At the heart of the matter, Morgan is blessed by a loyal following of enthusiastic owners happy to accept a few irritating flaws in its beautiful product. Perhaps some of us enjoy putting them to rights.
Now ousted from the MMC, Mr Charles Morgan may feel free to set up a rival company. I am sure that many an entrepreneur would leap at the chance to back such a venture.
A three wheeler powered by Moto-Guzzi? The 4/4 powered by Volvo?
Now where was I, Oh yes at Beer with a toasted cheese sandwich and tea on the beach.
