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Mmmmm…bacon


Funny thing about bacon. No matter how much I cook and serve to other people, when I step outside and smell it from someone else’s kitchen I always think, ‘Mmmmm…bacon.’

At the moment we are enjoying the calm before the storm. From next week the bookings really step up and it starts to get busy in hotel land. To while away my time  in this quietish period and to prevent boredom (ha! Fat chance of being bored with a to do list as long as my arm) I have been having a go at making some jewellery using the sea glass and shells I pick up on the beach and a few pictures. What do you think?

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Then we decided duet the bank holiday that we’d pop over to Brixham on the ferry to have a look at the pirate festival. Well, you can’t turn up in a car can you.  Any self respecting pirate would hop on a boat, so we did.

It was a cold and blustery day but Boofuls cheered it up by dressing as Woodstock pirate and I went as Adam Ant pirate.  A couple of tots of rum once we landed warmed us up nicely and we soon got into the spirit of it all. There is a video of  Lashes and I having a sword fight with a couple of  buccaneers, I’ll post that when I retrieve it from Boofuls’ phone.

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Taking a drive round Torbay the other day we were a little bit surprised to see this at the traffic lights.  A ship at the lights isn’t something you see every day, is it?

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Dougie the doggie was so excited, he thought it was a huge fish to play with. haha. Once he realised it wasn’t he looked a little bit glum. Not for long though. A quick dive into the water soon sorted him out.

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Guess what we did at the weekend? Here’s a little picture essay with just an occasional comment from me.

Some people found an innovative use for a fajita and a chip.

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Some people found a good place to store their cigarettes.

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Some people found useful storage place for their grog tankard

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We arrived at the camp site and flew ( kind of ) our colours.

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AAAARRRRRRRR!!!!

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Cap’n Jack Sparrow!!! One of many. Douggie was a bit star struck as you can see.

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Me, lashes and Cap’n Jack. Lashes was more than a bit star struck- as you can see.

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A spot of morris dancing.

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Some of the locals wanted a photo with us.

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And we wanted a photo of our little band of pirates. What exactly do you call a collection of pirates? A motley crew?

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A nice walk on the coastal path for me and Douggie. None of the other buggers would come with us. They don’t know what they were missing, it was fabulous. Such amazing scenery.

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Douggie got all over excited at the beach. We had to walk down 110 steps to get to that beach. Then we had to walk up 110 steps to get back on the path. Why am I not a size 10?  Oh, yes, because I’m greedy.

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Lashes, Munki and me on board the Golden Hind.

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Have you guessed where we were and what we were doing yet?

Give in?

The whole clan (almost, Big N didn’t come with us) went to Devon on our long anticipated trip to Brixham pirate festival.  It was BRILLIANT!!!!

We hired a couple of caravans, hoisted the Jolly Roger and settled in for a weekend of silliness and mild debauchery, we did have kids with us, after all. We loved the mass sailor’s hornpipe dance with hundreds of other pirates of all ages. We broke all previous records for the largest sailor’s hornpipe dance because it’s never been done before. Yay!

A memory I’ll take to my grave with me is of me, Len and Boofuls waiting for Lashes and Munki to come out of a shop  on the main shopping street in Brixham. We stood next to a busker who was playing Lou Reed’s walk on the wild side.  When it got to the chorus, you know, the do do do do do do do do bit, we started to sway and sing along. The next thing we know is that Captain Jack Sparrow and Calypso  have joined in and there were now five pirates in a row singing and dancing to Lou Reed.  Fair to say that such was the absurdity of the whole town on that particular weekend that we didn’t draw more than a second glance from passers by. Lashes’ face was a picture though when she realised that Cap’n Jack was mingling with us and she’s almost missed him. Ha!

Just to help you along with imagining the scene I’ve provided the very music for you to join in.