BENTLEY ARNAGE R.

A quick image of my new Bently Arnage R which replaced the previous one which was sadly written off earlier this year.

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WOODHALL SPA, THE PATIENT IS RECOVERING NICELY!

It’s amazing how quickly time flies as I think it is now three years since the last Woodhall Spa forties weekend was cancelled with rumours of embezzlement, fraud and all sorts apparently going on. However, we are not the sort of people who would let an event as good as Woodhall Spa go without a fight, so we returned the year after having arranged to meet two of our friends, Jan and Steve, hoping that others would join us and although I wouldn’t say the turn out was stunning, the dozen or so of us who made the effort were boosted by a local with his dog who commented that it was nice to see us. It seems that the rumours that the locals don’t want us there anymore are false, it’s only a large percentage of the committee who have gone off the idea it seems!

The following year there was a more organised event which took place at the Woodhall Country Spa caravan park on the edge of the village and from little acorns, large oaks do grow for although not the event it used to be sprouts of life were definitely seen on the tree.

Which brings us to this year, largely at the same venue together with entertainment at the Mall from Sallie Phillips and Kyle Evans, whilst at the Country Spa which could be reached by a vintage bus ride from the village, more entertainment, classic cars, vintage clothing sales and quite a large contingent of Army vehicles.

As usual we never think to take photos until it’s too late but I have uploaded the few to give you a taste of the event.

I seem to remember this is Angella and myself coming back to the hotel after eating and watching the entertainment at the Mall.

Some of the shopping at the Spa.

Entertainment at the Spa.

A particularly nice SAS Jeep.

Some of the classic cars.

It seemed entirely appropriate for me to wear this jacket in the Officers Mess in the Petworth Hotel as it belonged to a member of the 617 Dambusters Squadron.

Angella with Dolly and Aly, shopping!

Finally, a small selection of the vehicles that took part in the daily parade up the high street, just in case the local hadn’t noticed we were back in force.

To cap it all a fly past by the BBMF.

All I can say is, roll on next year when it will no doubt be even bigger and better.

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BROOKLANDS RELIVED WEEKEND.

Three weeks ago we went to Brooklands for the Relived weekend and took the old 1947 Bentley Mk VI and as usual didn’t got around to taking a photo of the car until we got home, just to prove it had ventured out of the garage.

We did however take advantage of getting our photos taken by Sian T photography in the rather lovely Barbara Cartland waiting room prior to having a drink in the Members bar.

I wore a jacket which I recently bought in a vintage clothes shop in Edinburgh when I went to pick up my recent Bentley Arnage, rather amazingly the jacket belonged to a member of 617 The Dambusters Squadron and came with history and whilst the owner Alexander Sinclair was not on the Dams raid he did take part in the raids to destroy the Turpitz, it seemed highly appropriate to wear it to the wartime base of Barnes Wallis.

To cap it all, Angella was dragged into the best dressed competition, something she is reluctant to do but the young man organising things was most insistent, resulting in a win as the best dressed overall. A nice drive home in the Bentley and a quick ‘ruby’ to finish off the day, what more could you ask?

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GREAT CENTRAL RAILWAY FORTIES WEEKEND.

What with one thing and another I seem to have become rather behind with posting things but I have been ridiculously busy with the minutiae of modern life and making a timed watering system for Angella in the garden, which is still a work in progress.

However, on to more exciting adventures, starting with our visit to the Great Central Railway forties weekend which was rather good, although not apparently anywhere as good as previously before it was cancelled because of Covid. Missing, were the re-enactors who previously manned each railway station with a different theme, but as someone who has not seen the event in its previous incarnation I thought this was a valiant effort in a step back to how it was and look forward to going again next year when I’m sure it will be even better.

As usual we forgot to take any photos, the following being the sum total of our photographic endeavours, starting firstly with a photo of a train!

Followed by a photo of Angella and myself which the receptionist in our hotel kindly took as proof we were actually there, although Shirl and her girls can vouch for our presence as we watched Shirl’s show and later joined in the peabody dance class with Alan and Julie. Sadly, no photos!

Here is an image of our friend Steve who had actually driven this rather splendid train and proceeded to tell us of some of its history.

During the course of the evening during dinner an American lady came over to our table to compliment Angell and myself on our outfits and during the conversation she explained the reason for her trip was to make a film about her cousin Charles ‘Eddie’ Burdick who had died during the war when his P47 Thunderbolt plane crashed in Shepshed which was just up the road. She had never met him but by a strange quirk of fate had come into contact with letters he had written home to his mother. I believe the film will be called, ‘Your soldier boy, Eddie.’ Her name was Arthene Lavalley should you wish to follow for more news on the story. https://www.facebook.com/arthene.lavalley Here she is, the lady in the hat, together with members of the film crew and a gentleman who has been researching the story for some years I believe.

That’s the best I can come up with photographically by way of a record of our weekend at the GCR, which reminds me of my school reports, ‘can do better,’ and ‘he sets himself a very low standard and then fails to attain it!’

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A RADIO PLAY I WROTE SOME MANY YEARS AGO ABOUT THE FIRST WORLD WAR.

Some years ago, I was somewhat surprised to find that during the First World War there was an extremely good postal service between the troops and those at home which caused me to write this radio play which gives a fascinating insight into the everyday lives of the troops, from the sheer horror to the most requested item to be sent which was socks. An odd request one might think, but dry socks could save a man’s life for trench foot which left untreated can lead to gangrene and sepsis and could be fatal.

The play was called Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori and was produced by the Wireless Theatre Company and I recently (20 minutes ago!) came across a ten-minute trailer for the play which I may have uploaded with any luck.

However, it seems I have been a right clever Charlie and managed to upload the full version!

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MELTON MOWBRAY FORTIES WEEKEND.

I did mention in my previous post that this one about the Melton Mowbray forties weekend would contain somewhat fewer photographs than my last post but nonetheless for that the quality will still be maintained.

Angella and Steve relaxing in the shade.

With friends, Shirley and some of her girls.

Mary the wonderful vintage vocalist who performs under the name of Lady Kingsnorth, very amusing and well worth seeing if you get the chance.

Angella with Chelsea Pensioner Roy Palmer. I have posted before that this 86 year old man is doing a wing walk at Sywell Aerodrome on 4th July to raise money for the Chelsea Hospital, as I said previously he should have his head examined to which he agreed. You are not too late to donate to this very worthwhile cause by following this link http://www.justgiving.com/page/roy-palmer-3

As usual we are always too busy enjoying the event to remember to take photos but this was a little taster of a very friendly event and one we shall be back to next year.

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TWO QUICK TRIPS TO EDINBURGH.

I recently made two quick trips to Edinburgh, the first to view a Bentley Arnage R to replace my previous one which was written off two weeks earlier, the first of which was to view the car and then return home and the second to return to complete the purchase and to drive home.

Three of these journeys were made by the excellent services provided by Easy Jet aeroplane, not I hasten to add in an effort to enrage the more woke members of society who may think I should have walked or gone by horse and cart but because it was a damn sight cheaper and quicker than taking the train.

This may be quite a long post as I have a lot of gaps to fill in, starting with my early life and being adopted at the age of one year old and my disappointment to find I wasn’t the long lost son of the Marquis of Bath and was next in line to inherit the county of Berkshire, although I have to admit I had realised it might have been quite a long shot in all fairness. Some years ago I had become curious about my heritage and set about through diligent research to find I was not the son of a single mother but one who had a father too, although neither had married at this point in time, which would explain my adoption as attitudes to single unmarried mothers was completely different in 1951. As I said, I was not expecting to find a fathers name on my birth certificate, nor was I expecting for them to marry and have more children, but they did, which means I have altogether two sisters, three brothers and a half sister. Before I found all this out I was married to a girl whose parents were Irish who had asked if I was Irish due to my liking for the Guinness and the music and the craic, so with my birth mother from Dumfries and my birth father from Ferns County Wexford in Ireland it all began to make sense. I quite like the idea I could have dual nationality as I am Joseph Wells the 3rd and Michael Nolan the 2nd, although I don’t need a fake passport in another name as I have no intention to sneak into East Berlin like Harry Palmer nor do I wish to assassinate the French President in the style of the Day of the Jackal. Sadly, the other skill which I had inherited from my parents was the ability to chain smoke 100 full strength Marlboro cigarettes a day, which seemed to be a habit all the other offspring had acquired too. I have kept in touch with my sister who now lives in Fort William so had arranged to meet her during our time in Scotland.

In my next post I shall continue my life story with the chapter, Joe Wells The Wilderness Years!

Unusually, I have taken quite a lot of photos so the thought occurred to me to make this a photomontage but I don’t have the computer skills to do such a thing so you will be presented with the usual list of photos of our visit to the Royal Yacht Britannia and various shots of Edinburgh, except slightly longer than usual.

I quite like this photo of my sister and I as it makes me look six feet tall, whereas in actuality my sister is very short.

You start the tour of the Royal Yacht on the bridge and here I am sitting on the Admirals chair where I was thinking, ‘it can’t be that hard to drive this thing!’

You have to admit, that’s quite a nice bell.

The rum ration barrel, sadly ceased in July 1970.

The Queens bedroom which was surprisingly small.

Prince Phillips bedroom, somewhat more masculine than the Queens.

The only double bed anywhere on the ship which was specially requested by Prince Charles for himself and Lady Diana, you can draw your own conclusions of the significance of that.

I believe this was the officers mess.

One of the many clocks on board stopped at one minute past three, the last time the Queen was piped ashore.

The state banqueting dinning room, it must take quite some time for the port to reach this end of the table if it starts at the other end.

Rather a fabulous outfit for Riviera Swing I thought, once the property of Prince Philip.

Very English country house, very relaxing, I’d be at home there.

A Rolls-Royce which was kept on board to be used on arrival.

The rather stunningly clean engine room, judging by this the whole ship must have been awash with asbestos which was probably the reason a refit was too expensive.

We went sightseeing in Edinburgh where I bought a fabulous jacket once owned by a member of the famous 617 Dambuster Squadron but more of that later. This image is some sort of museum for Harry Potter, of which I know nothing so that concludes my comment on the place!

I’m fairly certain this is the backside of Edinburgh Castle but we didn’t have time to go up and have a look.

A monument to Polish troops from WW2 but I forget the significance of the bear but as you can tell it’s supposed to be good luck to rub his nose, which I of course did.

The monument in town to Greyfriars Bobby the famous dog who guarded his masters grave for fourteen years after he passed away. Once again the lucky rub.

When Bobby finally died the people of the town gave him his own grave too. That’s quite some story.

As you can see from my slightly unkempt hair it is quite windy in Edinburgh.

That concludes my travelogue of the city of Edinburgh, when I have some more time I will get around to our weekend at the Melton Mowbray forties weekend which will contain considerably fewer photographs.

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KELHAM HALL, SOMEWHAT BELATEDLY!

We went to Kelham Hall in April and due to circumstances beyond my control I am finally uploading some photos which were taken when we were there by the rather splendid Anna Marriage from Marriage Photography.

I have to say Angella came out particularly well, however as my agent used to say to me, ‘you have a very good character face’ which sounds good but actually means quirky and although not handsome it did earn me a fairly decent living for some many years, so I can’t complain.

Here are a selection of some of them.

Angella looking pensive

In this one I seem to be heavily back lit as if anointed by some heavenly glow, one has to wonder was I being called for some higher purpose?

I think this may be my version of looking lovingly into Angella’s eyes, either that or I’m laughing at one of my own jokes, which is entirely possible.

I’m not sure why Angella is clinging to my jacket in this photo, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.

This is a rather good one of our friends Jan and Steve and that pretty much sums up our visit to Kelham Hall, good fun meeting friends, shopping and a quick dance with Alan and Julie.

Same note to self as usual; must try to remember to take some photos of our own when we go out!

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ANOTHER STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.

Some of you may have read my previous post about our rescue cockapoo Barnie who within the first week of his arrival had bitten every one of us, however we are not the sort of people who give up that easily and today we may have passed another milestone. I certainly hope so!

He was five years old when he arrived and we noticed straight away that he preferred women to men and he was quite nervous and was a resource guarder which meant he would guard the chair in the kitchen and would reluctantly share it with the women but woe betide any man foolish enough to sit with him.

However, today he came in as I was at my desk and I gave him a little fuss when he placed his front paws on my legs and the attempted to get on the chair with me, somewhat surprised I reached down and helped him up and there he sat as happy as Larry.

I quickly called Angella in to take a photo, just in case this was a fluke, but I’m hopeful it is another step in the right direction. Well done Barnie.

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THE UK SHIPPING FORECAST AREAS.

I was on Facebook earlier and someone had posted a map of the UK shipping forecast areas, my favourites of which are North Utsire and South Utsire which caused me to think, there are two things on the wireless that are quintessentially British and somehow strangely comforting that all is well with the world no matter how bad things may seem, one is the shipping forecast and the other is Desert Island discs, neither of which should ever change their theme tunes.

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