Sunday, August 23, 2015

An Infernal Summer


What with die Schwiegermutter having been rushed into hospital at Bad Neuheim for emergency open heart surgery, a full programme of work for Mrs N during the summer period and infernal temperatures in der Mutterland, the immediate familly rallyed around in their usual helpful manner and I became der sprichwörtlichen Hausmann and improvisierte Katze Anbieter und Scheiße klarere Ober.



2 weeks after the surgery we take die Schwiegermutter out of rehab for a cooler evening up the local mountain

That's where we went


This is the lobby of the rehab unit

We strolled in the moon lit park

And here we are admiring Jugendstil sculture at the
Sprudelhof

Very soon  die Schwiegermutter was released back home much to the relief of the menagerie.


Mummy is home and alive - Two happy tomcats - The female "Misery Guts" was unphazed.

pipes

poops

The beautiful blue Rhine



Canoodling

What to do with a vacant shop?

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Midland Air Museum and International Bloggers Meet and Eat

The Midland Air Museum at Coventry Baginton airport presents an ecelctic collection of static aircraft, a museum of curios (including Frank Whittle stuff) and  most importantly a tea room.

I dropped in here on my way to an International Bloggers meeting.

Sir Frank came from Warwickshire, Leamington Spa to be precise.

Sir Frank playing around in his garden shed


Alvis Leonides 9 cylinder radial engine - this is a helicopter version with forced cooling.It was Britain’s last high-power production piston aero-engine when manufacture ceased in 1966


We are in Armstrong-Whitworth territory and here are the remaims of a crashed Whitly previously built at Coventry

William Beardmore and Company had acquired a licence for the use of the Rohrbach principle for stressed-skin construction. Using these principles and drawings supplied by Rohrbach for the RoVI, the Beardmore company designed, what was then a massive all-metal three-engined transport, the Beardmore Inflexible. Here is the wheel!
The first London Airport at Croydon - what this diorama is doing here at Coventry is a mystery but has prompted me to pay a visist to South London.
There are some interesting aircraft on display whose variety  deviates somewhat from the local Armstrong-Whitworth theme.




The Argosy freighter - local lass. The obsernat will note that there vis a classic MG car event taking place under the port wing.

DH 110 Sea Vixen - Hatfield


Fairey Gannet - Hayes Middlesex

There is nothing like the sight of perfectly forme bifurcated ducts to stimulate an anorak.

Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-21 -
Begovoy District, Northern Administrative Okrug, Moscow


EE Lightning - Lancashire

Vickers Viscount 601 - Weybridge Surrey


The author "flying" the Argosy


I decide to blow the hats off the MG enthusiats by increasing power on No.1....
Later that day we have an International Bloggers Meet and Eat...
Highwaylass is eying up a potential dog conveyance in case the Lomax does not make it.

We meet for lunch at what appears to be the spaghetti junction of the Midland's canal network

ScooterBob, Highwaylass, Chris Cope and author in a convivial embrace.


Saturday, July 4, 2015

The Isle of Man for Happy Holidays

 Not to be confused with the Isle of Wight where Queen Victoria went on happy holidays, we went to the Isle of Man for a few days away from the multiple stress factors in our lives currently. We chose to go after the TT week had finished as I don't like group riding. This is an interesting place to visit and it's ' not in the EU

Let the high speed cat take the strain -  It's less tha a  3 hour crossing  from Liverpool to Douglas. The island is in the middle of the Irish Sea and about 2/3rds of the way to Northern Ireland


An eclectic collection of vehicles waits at the Liverpool dock

On board the Manannan, a Tasmanian built catamaran made exclusively from aluminium

The author pointing in a scouse like fashion at the Liver birds.

Here we are on the approach Douglas, the main port on the Isle of Man

It was not raining and was too early to check in at the hotel, so we went on a tour of the south of the island. 
First stop - the aviation museum - a timely poke in the ribs from Mrs N. indicated that we should not stop long. I like the three legs on the tail fin.


Here we are at  the Calf of Man

This is the bike just in case you wondred how we got there!

The proverrbial cappuccino and at least one gluten free cake.

We did not exactly get a sea view at our Douglas sea front hotel

Nestling behind road works, we discovered this lava cooking restaurant


Queenies!  Scallops!

The cooking is diy on a hot lava rock

Evening stroll along the Douglas sea front

A manx cat of sorts

Our hotel is there somehwere

Octopus garden

Mrs N may have  spotted a siberian hampster but is not allowed to say *** due to local superstition

The Manaman sneaks in to port

The horse drawn trams run every 20 minutes along the promenande


I recall my humorous elementary French motorists phrase book "mon postiilion a abeille frappé par la foudre" but keep my mouth shut as the postillion looks distinctly grumpy

A coach blocks the way and the horse staring getting grumpy too - he had to be restarined by the grumpy condusctor

This is not a manx cat - it's a fluffy one

The tide is out and we stroll a bit to buy warm clothing


The electric tram to Ramsey arrives
We are relegated to the open sided trailer which is good as Mrs N can fiddle with the steering wheel.

The Lowry like pin man blows his whistle for departure

We are travelling north on the blue route- the route south in red is hauled by a steam locomotive and we'll do this next year.

This is not Lady Isabella, the great water wheel mine water pump at Laxey but a smaller one used to drive a mill. We were a bit cold and decided to stay on the train to Ramsey.


We took a  quick flick around Ramsey beforer returning to Douglas

The tram or is it a train runs close to the cliffs...


..and cuts frequently across the road

WYSIWYG


This is Snaefell Mountain taken in our hotel lobby but we will go there next year

Our hotel, the Ellan Vannin and an impersonation of the "three legs of (enebriated) man"

We went for a harbour stroll looking for  more queenies


This is the steam train station - a grand affair compared to the Electric Railway
 Dinner:
I forget what all this grub is now.


This is monk fish, and queenies in curry sauce.,




 Post dinner perambulation scenes:

 Early next morning:
Trying to look pleasant at 06:30 in the ferry queue...

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