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Lifeboats and Water Works

17 Oct

A few yards further along from the Spa is this new-to-me lifeboat station which with its white curves and windows pays a passing homage to the art deco-ish Spa. However a few yards further brings us to this piece that seems to be a relic of Rommel’s Atlantikwall, I believe it’s something to do with the sewage out fall pipe they were putting in a while back. It does make for a fine vantage point if you clamber up the top of it, and from there, of course, you can’t see it; so win-win. 

If you’re wondering why the RNLI needed a new station it’s because the old one (below) was a) not even close to the beach and b) it was across the road and traffic had to be held up and so on whenever there was a call out.

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Huis-clos

17 Oct

A trip round the bay

11 May

Though Pirates grow old
And their beards go grey
It’s never too cold
For a trip round the bay.

OK I’ll give up the doggerel and stick to the day job…

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

25 Apr

…In Rangoon the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun …

I write this as snow and hail are gently falling like a flensing knife on bare flesh to the merry accompaniment of thunder and lightning. It must therefore be April and springtime.
This crazy muttkin took a fancy to me and jumped in my bag some time so long ago in the warm hazy days of winter.

Questions, questions

21 Apr

By the harbour side and no doubt as part of some tourist trail or other these two figures appear demanding answers. I’ll start with the guy in the Arab head dress, T E Lawrence (of Arabia). It seems that after ruining the Middle East in WW1 he served in the RAF near Bridlington supervising the armour plating of power boats for target practice. I guess he was tired of all the heat and the camels. The other guy, well, that is Captain John Paul Jones of the Continental Navy. During what would nowadays be called ‘hard Amexit’ or some such aka the American War of Independence he took a small fleet across the pond and proceeded to cause a bit of mayhem in British waters. The Battle of Flamborough Head of 1779 rarely gets a mention these days especially now that the UK and US have a ‘special relationship’ and more especially since the British Royal Navy lost to a bunch of colonials so least said soonest mended.

A tale of two towers

21 Apr

I’m keeping out of the city of culture for a few days; they have taken to dancing in an old graveyard while stuffing their faces all the name of culture and it’s not a pretty sight. So I return to Bridlington Priory and its two odd towers. It’s looks on the face of it like it’s the real deal; an old Gothic building with a perpendicular tower. Well partly. The church as it stands is the vestige of Bridlington monastery which would have looked a bit like this in the early 16th century. As you all know if you were still awake in history classes the monasteries in England were dissolved by HenryVIII. Now the Prior of this place decided to take part in the Pilgrimage of Grace, a rising in Yorkshire against Henry VIII which did not end well. The monastery quickly lost all its valuables and gradually fell into disrepair until only the nave remained standing and that in no good condition.  The pictures below show it in 1786 and 1842. Note there are no towers by the front entrance. So enter our old friend and saviour of fallen churches Sir Gilbert Scott and his passion for the Gothic revival and up rises one perpendicular Gothic tower in the 1870’s and one stump of a tower as a permanent reminder not to trust planners …

The rear view, those buttresses are all Victorian.

I came across this helpful little site on my travels

A slight difference of opinion

19 Apr

I couldn’t go to the seaside and not take a picture of seagulls, well actually Margot took this but that’s just nit picking.

The parliament that England is the mother to has just voted for an election by 522 to 13. Now don’t get me wrong I’m all in favour of elections, have one every year (a la Chartism) if you will. Vote early, vote often is my motto. No, what boils my renal filtrate is the continual news media banging on, speculating, asking the same old same old rubbish of the same old so-called experts and commentators over and over and over and over for six whole goddam weeks. (I know other places have it much, much worse but that’s their problem) It should be the law that the news people announce the election and then STFU about it.

You might think that there is some subtle visual pun about the gullibility of the electorate in this picture, you might very well think that but I couldn’t possibly comment.