Oh that was just one beach!
It goes on for miles.
I’m going to Lymington tomorrow.
I will take some pics. X
I’m jealous you have Summer on the way.
I prefer the heat myself.
Some like it hot. X
Jem you didn’t mention Yucatan - Irish horse for Melbourne??
Good Night Possums. X
your beaches go on for miles ?? - ours only go on for kilometres that’s why we’ve got more of them!
Jem; Jem come in Jem - I thought you were staying up for the bloody race?? mon?
You got it Gummy, nice to see you metering out the logic, distance is “relative”, bit like a distant relative.
I set up a new business doing Water Divining, I was surprised at the response, I got more work than you could shake a stick at!
Shake a leg. X
I’m off to take some pics for you at Lymington. Less of the Km I like miles of smiles. X
were’s that miserable bugger Jem giving me a bad tip for the Melbourne Cup??
My Father would only bet on a Grey such as Nicolaus Silver so back in 63 when an hairdressing friend gave me a sure fire tip, Ayala owned by Raymond Besone ‘Mr Teasy Weasy’ I placed my one and only bet on his horse.
My Father simply said “No chance”
Ayala romped home and I won what was in those days a very large sum. A win for me meant a win and not a penny went back into racing as watching your horse race is tantamount to wishing a heart attack on yourself 
Heh Spits what about this for a new slant on a famous 1960’s band done in a modern jazz idiom with a female singer??
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PROGRESS HAS PASSED ME YEARS AGO
Sorry about that Gummy.
I tried me best to stay awake in the armchair but I nodded off at about 2am, the race was on at 4am our time and I snored all the way through the whole shebang.
I see a British horse won it, Cross Counter, well done! and well fancied it was too @7/1 it was trained by that great trainer Charlie Appleby, another British horse was second.
Sorry about putting you on the wrong track, but my excuse is I was only being patriotic backing an Irish runner, whereas had you been patriotic to the old sod you would have been away in a hack.
(from the old saying ‘Away in a Hackney’ meaning doing well for ones self) just in case that might not be an expression in your neck of the woods, tink yo.:-)
Nice little video Solo.
The Phoenix Park racecourse was only a fifteen minute walk from our house and we were regular visitors there, my Uncle Davy my brother and me had many a good day there back in the 50’s, it’s a housing estate now.
The old white side rails at the race tracks used to be made of heavy wood and it caused a lot of bad accidents, even deaths, to both horse and jockey, if there’s one thing I’m grateful for with plastic it’s the plastic flexible rails of today.
The Tower poppies was a wonderful sight and now they are doing a very poignant ‘Deepening Shadow’ candle display to commemorate the centenary of the end of the first world war. Each night for eight nights between 5pm and 9pm the Tower moat will gradually be filled with thousands of individually lit flames.
The installation will begin with a procession led by the Yeoman Warders, who’ll emerge from the Tower to ceremonially light the first flame. Volunteers will then light the rest of the installation over four hours, gradually creating a circle of light, radiating from the Tower.
The display will be accompanied by a specially commissioned sound installation. At the centre of this is a new choral work, with words from war poet Mary Borden’s Sonnets to a Soldier.
Looking back I see we have abbreviations.
These days there are so many.
PPI what would we make of that years back? Then we have PIN, I used them for sewing, or pins were legs. 
Spitty will come charging in with his din sockets I know that
NOK we all have them.
I wonder Nokia is based on NoK?
Could be a NOK off?
Or even a NOK effect.
Do you know all the text abbreviations!
Or even the forum ones?
I bet Gummy has a few of his own.
I saw this in a shop in Lymington today.
Of course I thought of Gummy. X
The Soldier
BY RUPERT BROOKE
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Wilfred OWEN
Perhaps the most famous anti-war poem ever written.
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.