It’s been a long time since I sat and wrote a Blog Post.
A lot has happened in the world since then.
Many years ago this started as a motorcycle blog, a way to record my travels and if other people wanted to follow, comment or just have a look then I was very happy about that!
Over time the Blog has morphed into something a bit broader than just “This is a trip I did on my motorcycle.” It has become more of a look inside the mind of a chap who is growing older, possibly more cynical, but still has an enthusiasm for pushing the envelope…whilst at the same time ever more embracing the concept that he doesn’t have to/want to take any more cr%p from anyone!
It’s also a way of facing one’s own finite mortality and realising just what really is important in life.
Last week, Mrs Dookes and I were hoping to be in France. Unfortunately, the present Covid19 situation screwed that idea, but all was not lost as we took lovely holiday at home…admittedly living in a beautiful part of the world certainly helped!
One of the things that we did was to take Mrs D’s Dad out for a day. He’s been a widower for some years now and generally does OK. A diagnosis of prostate cancer and subsequent radio therapy earlier this year has knocked him sideways a bit lately. The good news, however, is that the quick and quite intense treatment appears to have been a success and he is now in remission.
A proud Cornishman, he was born and raised on the Lizard Peninsular in the very extreme South of Cornwall, so it seemed only apt that for his day out we should go there.
Lizard Point lies at the Southern tip of the peninsular. It is the most southerly point on mainland Britain. Thats a lot of South and Southerly stuff!!!
The point has for centuries marked the start and end of great Ocean voyages, being the last and first land that ships encountered.
On nearby Bass Point stands the former Lloyds Signal Station where, in the days before radio communication, semaphore signals were sent and received from ships in passage.
It’s also the graveyard of many ships and the final resting place of their crews as the rocks, reefs and currents here can be lethal to the unwary mariner.
A lighthouse, to warn seafarers of the dangers of the Lizard, has been present here since 1619.
The current lighthouse dates from 1751, though obviously has been constantly modernised since originally constructed. The lighthouse was automated in 1998, along with all others around the British Isles along with the splendid foghorns that date from 1908.
On a lovely day such as we enjoyed it’s hard to imagine how savage the weather can be on the Lizard. No trees grow here; it’s just grass, some wind stunted gorse, rugged drystone Cornish hedges and rugged Cornishmen… like my father in law!
“Although I wasn’t born here, it’s always home for me,
I love this land where red rocks and white waters greet the sea.”*
Catch you soon,
Hi D and Mrs D 👋🏻
Nice to see you around, although I have a cheek! I only came on WordPress to say hi. They’re going to kick me off soon!
Anyway nice to see you, and I’m sorry to hear about your father in law. Sending best wishes from this crazy country to you all.
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Thanks A, nice to hear from you and thanks for your best wishes.👍
I’ve been meaning to contact you, life stuff getting in the way again!🙄
Will email soon,