West Bay is actually fully enclosed in a bird net 4 miles in diameterā¦
I asked the owner if she had problems with seagulls and she said no, they have a way of managing them. Intriguing. And they didnāt bother us.
In Weymouth they put model kestrels on every table. No kestrels here. UHF white noise?
Maybe donāt look too closely at the battered fishā¦
My phone has been slow. Itās a decent spec Samsung mid range thing. But opening Sotonians, using the camera. Slow slow SLOOOOW.
I did clean ups, deleted shit videos and images. Slow slow slow.
Flying Ryanair next week decided to download a Netflix movie.
Went to my phone version. Bloody tons of shit all downloaded never watched, half expired but still hanging around like a bad smell.
20 minutes of deleting
Wow. My phone works again
Last day of the holiday so we deserve a seafood platter. (It looked better before we started) pretty awesome.
That looks yum.
Sure was. And half left for tonight, though the lobster is sadly no more.
Visiting The Waterside for a drive-by to spring Mum from Colditz to visit her sister and do lunch (at The Heath )ā¦and now on the way home.
Picked up an old MGB this morning. Havenāt owned an old style motor since I was 25, had a great time driving it home.
I was in the Heath last night the food was surprisingly good.
Funnily enough we were saying the same thing about the food.
I just found Charlieās Pie shop.
Homemade ENGLISH PIES!
I had Steak Ale & Cheddar it was stunning.
New fine dining venue sorted!
Looks to be in good shapeā¦stepping back into an old car is like stepping back in time. Just remember youāre an integral part of the crumple zone. Drive defensively.
Youāll be telling me to wear the seatbelt next
Never fear. Iād forgotten quite how exposed you feel driving one of those. I had one in the early 80s, itās all coming back now.
Iāve only got lap belts. You know what they say about those, in the event of an accident they keep the body with the car.
Backscratchers.
There comes a time in life when bits of you become inaccessible.
Itches on the back can be soul destroying, making you rely on rubbing up against trees, door frames etc like some ruminant lunatic.
I now have two backscratchers (3 if you include Mrs TB) one by the side of my bed for night time relief, and a telescopic one downstairs for the daytime urges, and, if necessary, for taking out to public places.
I may regret posting this.
Snap
Hmmmm