This Time Tomorrow, Where Will We Be?

On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across an empty sea….

Or in my case on a big white ship sailing across the Bay of Biscay, to Santander in northern Spain.  Yes people, the next adventure is about to begin!

Amazingly for the start of a Dookes trip, it’s not raining! How many times have I set off in the wet stuff? Can’t remember to be honest, but today looks like Harley and I will at least arrive at Plymouth Port Terminal looking smart! Weather forecast along our route looks favourable at the moment too, so screw it, lets ride!

I’ve got the usual mix of emotions before a big trip; excitement, nervous and just impatient to get going. Harley looks the business, continental headlight fitted and new rear tyre nicely scrubbed in all set to go. It’ll be cool if you all tag along again! The ship sails at 16:00BST, don’t miss it!

“Come on with me, tramps like us, baby we were born to run.”

Dookes

 

D-Day 70 Years On. Remembering Heroes.

When Harley and I visited Normandy earlier this year we were privileged to be able to visit some of the famous D-Day beaches and contemplate the events of 70 years ago when the liberation of Europe from Nazi dictatorship began. Much is said about the actual landings on the beaches, but I mentioned then about the contribution that airborne troops also made to the operation. Sometimes I feel that this vital contribution is not given the full focus that it deserves, because without it the whole operation would not have been the success that it was. I am not decrying what happened on the beaches, merely drawing attention to the oft forgotten massive contribution by the airborne operation

In the hours leading up to D-Day itself, 6th June 1944, 13,000 allied airborne troops either parachuted into occupied Normandy or arrived by glider under cover of darkness. They had set out from fifteen airfields across southern England and crossed over the English Channel in a massive stream of 220 aircraft that was described as being nine aircraft wide and five hours long! Soldiers from all of the allied nations were involved, but the majority were British and American. Let me tell you a little about one of those American soldiers.

Daniel L. Reiling was a classic Mid-Western American kid, he didn’t have the easiest of starts in life, he never knew his father and at times life was a little tough. Determined to get on in life he joined the U.S Army as a career soldier. He progressed well through the ranks and married a good-looking girl from Chicago, named Florine, whose father owned restaurants and whose mother came from Britain. By the time that the war in Europe was raging Daniel was a Sergeant in the 502nd Parachute Infantry Regiment. Soon he found himself and his men crossing the Atlantic to Britain on a troop-ship which constantly zig-zagged to dodge the deadly threat of Nazi U-boats. On arrival in the U.K. the troops were posted to various locations for more training and preparations. Some lucky ones managed to get leave, which Daniel did and took the opportunity to visit his wife’s family, though by all accounts the poor chap was suffering from influenza and spent a fair bit of his leave in bed being looked after by his wife’s uncle, my Grandfather William. You see now that there is a big family connection here!

Following his leave, Daniel returned to his unit and began the final preparations for the Liberation of Europe. His regiment was allocated to two airbases, RAF Membury and RAF Greenham Common. Unfortunately, we have not been able to ascertain yet exactly which one Daniel’s platoon was at, but we will! On the evening of 5th June 1944 the various airfields involved swung into action. At Greenham Common, General Eisenhower, the Supreme Allied Commander, dropped in to encourage the troops. IMG_0343Men and equipment were prepared and loaded onto the C-47 transport aircraft which at the assigned time taxied to the runways and began to take off. Sergeant Daniel L. Reiling and his men would have been dressed in full combat kit armed with a variety of weapons, they sat in total darkness inside the noisy vibrating fuselage of the C-47 as it took off and turned South towards Normandy.IMG_0342Once over the French coast the pilots took the aircraft down to the jumping altitude of 500 feet  The green jump light came on at 00:48 and Daniel threw himself out into the Normandy night, landing in a field near to Saint Martin de Varreville and set about making life difficult for the Germans! By 06:30 St Martin had been captured and shortly after the German garrison at Mésières was taken as well.  Five days later the town of Carentan was liberated after fierce fighting that included a bayonet charge. The 502nd then moved to assist in the capture of Cherbourg before stepping down for regrouping and rest, before rejoining the war and fighting their way across Europe, finally capturing Hitler’s private residence and many senior Nazis at Berchtesgaden in May 1945.

By the end of the conflict Daniel had been promoted to Master Sergeant and shortly after was promoted to Sergeant Major, one of the youngest in the Army. Later he was to see action in Korea and became an officer, finally rising to the rank of Major.

During WWII and the Korean War, Daniel was in a total of 13 major campaigns. In all that fighting he was wounded in the leg during the Ardennes offensive near Bastogne, but never received the Purple Heart. He won two Bronze and one Silver Star plus several other wartime decorations. Sadly, he died young in January 1969. I guess you could say he lived a full life, a real american hero, a John Wayne kind of guy. In our family we are all incredibly proud of him; none more so than my cousins, Florine, Peter, Paul and Marianne.

Over the last few weeks I have been able to visit the remains of both RAF Membury and Greenham Common. There’s not much left at either place to recall events of 70 years ago. There is however, another old base about 60 miles away from Dookes H.Q. that also played a prominent role in that airborne assault, RAF Upottery, here there is still quite a lot to see. Last evening I took the opportunity to make a pilgrimage with Harley and my mate Greg to the old airfield and remember the events that unfolded on that fateful night.

It was a super evening to be on a motorcycle and riding through the beautiful Devon countryside I pondered if it was like this all those years ago? An old sentry post is now a memorial to those young men who left to fight in mainland Europe. P1010770The old airbase was quiet and still and much has reverted to farmland, though the runways, control tower and a few other buildings remain. P1010774Just by luck we met the local farmer who gave us permission to go on the site. It was with some awe that I turned Harley onto the main runway, the strip of concrete and tarmac from which 81 C-47’s took off, this was hallowed ground indeed! It seemed fitting that an American motorcycle was visiting the place where so many young American soldiers took off, some never to return.

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In some places the grass is beginning to win.

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After spending some time soaking up the atmosphere, we decided to leave the ghosts of the past to enjoy the sunset. As we rode off the airfield we were aware of other people who were gathering to pay their respects as well. DSCF3394

Stopping to chat with one guy he observed that we have much to be thankful for, we have indeed; like a super ride home west into a crimsoning sky on a growling Harley Davidson! I’d like to think that those young paratroopers would have approved!

Dookes

 

The battle patch of the 502nd, I think that this will look good on my leathers!

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Dedicated to all those who came by air in 1944.

 

 

 

 

 

TT Tragedies

Yesterday I mentioned the famous Isle of Man TT races in my Blog post. These classic and historic races are run on closed public roads around the island, giving a circuit lap length of just over 37 miles. Average lap speeds usually exceed 125 mph, most races are three laps long and are run as road time trials. Generally there are no crash barriers, save for a few strategically placed straw bales, the drystone walls and banks lining the roads are particularly unforgiving to mistakes. The island is a magnet for racers and spectators each June when the world famous event is staged. Over the years the course has claimed the lives of many aspiring and established racers

Shortly after publishing I found out the sad news that Bob Price had died in an accident during Monday’s Supersport race.

Today the motorcycling world is again stunned as another star talent, Karl Harris, was killed in a high speed crash on the Isle of Man during the Superstock race.

My thoughts and those of the motorcycling community go out to their families. That they both died doing what they loved seems hollow consolation. Those of us that choose to ride motorcycles all know the risks, it is an inherently dangerous pastime but we measure that against the enjoyment riding gives us and the feeling of freedom we get out on the road. Nonetheless tragedies do occur, two bikers also died in North Wales on a pleasure ride only last weekend.

Bob and Karl, may you ride free, maybe one day we will all ride out together again.

Dookes

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I Wanna Live The way I Like!

This is really bad, it’s nearly a month since my last post on the Blog!

I am really sorry to all you good people for being so tardy at keeping in touch, lets just say that life sometimes gets in the way of a good ride….but not often!

Harley and I are well and getting ourselves organised for our next road trip and as you can guess we need a fair bit of practice out on the road together, it makes sense really! Last Saturday the sun came out just after lunch and it would have been remiss not to take advantage and do some head clearing! We headed West to begin, as I have said before I just love riding across Bodmin Moor, especially when the sun is out! Harley and I then hung a sharp left and swung towards the South East corner of Cornwall. Traffic was reasonable for the last weekend of school half term. We ended up at St Germans Quay on the estuary of the River Tiddy. Unfortunately the tide was out, so it’s more the Muddy than the Tiddy, but the view of the railway viaduct was pretty cool, you guys know that I love big bridges! In a previous career I once walked across that, honest!20140531_155842 …and looking downstream. 20140531_155941Anyway, back to the biking… The next trip starts on Sunday 15th June, so please put that in the old diary! We are going to take the ferry down to Spain; try to find Andorra cos it’s kinda small; then to the Camargue; Alps; Italy; Burgundy….you get the idea! I have promised to lighten up on the Blog this time, Big John thought the last trip got a bit “heavy”. Well, yes it did, but then it was a pretty emotional experience, but your support was great and I do appreciate that! So I will get back to the irreverent humour that I am notorious for!

Harley is going to need a new back tyre before we go away, that’s next weekend’s job, got 8000 miles out of the old one! With a new tyre comes the need to scrub it in with a few miles before going nuts with it. Oh hell, just gonna have to get out and ride again…life can be a real sod sometimes!

It’s TT week over on the Isle Of Man, lets hear it for Guy Martin on the Tyco Suzuki, crazy dude, but he deserves to win it! Sparky Paul and a few mates have gone over there camping, which means it will probably rain again! Thinking of you fellas.

Thinking of someone else, it’s a big “Get Well Soon” to Wilko Johnson, ace guitarist of amongst other bands Dr Feelgood, who has just got out of hospital after major pancreatic cancer surgery. Here’s hoping that you’re doing OK Wilko! …and for the rest of you, grab a listen to his album “Going Back Home” with Roger Daltrey, magic stuff! IMG_0336Catch you all soon.

‘I wanna live the way I like, sleep all the morning, goin’ to get my fun at night!’

Dookes

Maybe Holiday

Sometimes I get the urge to write, but then sitting looking at the empty screen with the cursor dumbly blinking at me my mind goes blank. What was it I was so desperate to say? Perhaps I just needed that interface with the means of broadcasting my thoughts? I dunno, often that’s the moment to say, “Screw it, lets ride!” Riding is sure a good way of getting the old head back together, you have to immerse yourself totally in what you are doing or you end up in the ditch!

This has been a holiday weekend in the UK, people everywhere heading for the D.I.Y. stores or the beach, still a bit cold for me on the beach for me at this time of year! Loads to do in the garden though. Saturday morning saw a quick clamber underneath the Dookes-Mobile car, to change the rear shocks. The left side had started leaking and its good practice to replace the pair, not a tough job, an hour and a half tops, I’d rather pay someone else to work on cars, but as this is a holiday weekend I had to do it myself, shot shocks are dangerous. I don’t exactly detest the work, but I can think of a million other things I’d rather do! Unfortunately the endless grass cutting that followed was not exactly high on that list either! I know I go on about the bloody green stuff of which we have nearly an acre, used to have more before I planted hundreds of trees, and yes I know how lucky we are to have the space…so I’ll shut up being disingenuous and enjoy the view when its all cut!

Number one favourite other thing to do being…yeah you know! On Sunday, Harley and I hit the road!

Not a mega ride, just a bit of head time on a glorious loop around Cornwall. For a Holiday Sunday the traffic was very light. Not too many Sports Bike People in their colour coordinated leathers and boots as well! Bodmin Moor looking good as always, I love that place which is just as well cos we live there!DSCF3378

Harley and I did about a hundred miles, like I said not the biggest ride ever, but you know sometimes it’s not about quantity, it’s quality that matters! My Harley sure delivers that in bucket loads.

Unusually for a holiday weekend the weather has stayed good. Today, Monday, I have promised not to bugger off again on two wheels; not to cut more grass and not to disappear into either the Man-Cave or Man-Lab….what the hell am I going to do?IMG_0348

Anyway, thinking ahead, I plan to be off on another adventure in mid June. This time taking in Spain, Andorra, The Camargue, Italian and French Alps…. you get the drift! Before that another family pilgrimage in connection with D-Day. Stick with me, this is just gonna get more interesting…again!

“I was born in a cross-fire hurricane….”

Dookes

 

 

 

Water, Water, Everywhere!

OK, hands up first of all…I know this is supposed to be a blog about travels on my Harley, but sometimes it’s also got to be about the bigger journey through life! Now I’m not about to claim that the following little tale is about anything profound, but it’s an example of how life can sometimes give you a good kick in the backside just for the fun of it!

Lets go back to last Wednesday evening, when I noticed a puddle of water appearing in the garden of Dookes H.Q.. Knowing that we have a water main passing through our land, I thought it prudent to give our local water company a call on their “Emergency Leak Line”. An hour and a bit later we were graced with a visit from one of their finest, who not only confirmed that we did indeed have a leak, the night’s lesson in the bleedin’ obvious, but by prodding around with his listening rod actually made water bubble up out of the ground at a faster rate! Then came the prize decision, that it would be OK to leave until the next morning, because “We don’t like to dig in the dark.” So that’s how at six o’clock on Thursday morning we woke to the sight of our splendid new lake, oh and the waterfall down into our neighbours gardens! Another phone call to the Emergency number saw the Water Company then take a further hour and a half to turn the torrent off! Good job it wasn’t gas!20140424_070019

Once the flow abated it was time to take stock. Two of our neighbours had twelve inches of water throughout the ground floor of their houses, another had water to carpet level in their study. We were much luckier, our house was spared but Harley’s home, my workshop, aka “The Man Cave”, had been under two inches of clay laden H2O! Oh well, out with the mop and fire up the de-humidifiers!

Fortunately most things were stored off the floor, but one or two items did not fare too well. My carbon fibre crash helmet, Mrs D’s bone dome and my spare biker boots were all swamped, along with some engineering tools and other bits and bobs. Our neighbours have had to move out of their houses whilst drying operations are carried out. After five days of consideration the Water Company have accepted liability, so good of them!

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Once dug up, the pipe was found to have a split that was 92 inches long! It took five hours to fix on the day, but the clean up will take weeks or maybe months! Harley was unscathed, just as well really…I’m not very nice when I get upset!

On the bright side, all this water and sunshine has brought the Cowslips on a treat!DSCF3312

Catch you all later

…and I hope I’ll see you soon, I’ll be home come hell or high water!

Dookes

True Hope Is Swift and Flies With Swallows Wings

Hello everyone.

Where has the time gone since we returned from France? Before I had got used to being back north of the English Channel, wham, it was the Easter holiday! I believe that here in the UK, Easter has now become the number one D.I.Y. weekend of the year. Oh yeah? Not at Dookes H.Q. with the weather forecast that we had, is wasn’t going to be!

Well OK, I did have to tidy up a small paved area between the kitchen garden and the house and then cut the grass…..then get out on Harley!

So Saturday lunchtime saw us flying east along the A30 to Okehampton and a quick dash around Waitrose for some essentials. The town is charming and historic, situated on the northern edge of Dartmoor. It grew wealthy through the medieval wool trade and still much of its life still revolves around agriculture, I really like the place. It’s also only about 15 minutes from home, depending on the right wrist twist! After our short shopping spree, Harley and I took in the scenery at Sourton Tor.

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Lovely day, eh?

Anyway, Harley and I set off in search of a little more open road and it seemed a good idea to head north-west and take the long way home. That’s when it occurred to me that I had forgotten something from the shopping list. Oh well, better go a bit further out of our way to Holsworthy and another Waitrose store, did I mention that they give away free coffee? That’s when I noticed that we were being escorted aloft by those wonderful harbingers of summer, the dark blue Barn Swallows.IMG_0324Thanks to Malene Thyssen for the use of this lovely photo!

These are one of my favourite little birds and their return to our shores each year is a clear sign that summer is really on its way. I really felt good, lifted and content; Harley was purring along happily, the Swallows wheeled and swooped as if they were also enjoying the day. The warm spring sun shone on us, life can really deal you a good hand some days! It was just what I needed after the somewhat ‘heavy’ tone of our visit to The Somme. Big John told me that he thought some of my blog posts from the last trip were a bit dark; yeah you are probably right mate, but now:

I’m just glad to be here, happy to be alive!

Catch you all soon.

Dookes

 

Reflections

On Tuesday morning we left our overnight accommodation in Avranches and rode along the Normandy coast to Mont Saint-Michel. This is the famous island commune that lies approximately half a mile off the mainland and is now a UNESCO world heritage site. When I last visited, twelve years ago, it was possible to drive along the causeway virtually to the island. These days, in a bid to control the three million visitors a year, there is a park and ride bus service from a massive and superb car park. It was a shame that we couldn’t get any closer, so this photo will have to do!DSCF3286We then had a super sprint back to Roscoff, with a visit to the hypermarket and then the beach at Carentec for a photo stop, before boarding the ship for home.

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Our ferry crossing back started with a bit of a heavy swell, but soon the sea eased and with the setting sun, it was a very pleasant trip across the water.DSCF3306It’s now Wednesday evening at Dookes H.Q.. I just washed the Normandy mud off Harley and have had a chance to take stock of our frantic few days in France.

As ever the motor-cycling has been total joy, yes even when we got caught in the thunderstorm – things like that show how good your equipment is as well! The French autoroutes may be a bit tedious, but they pass through wonderful countryside, whilst the lovely ‘D’ roads are just that, as a dear friend of mine says, “lovely!”

For the remainder of our visit it was a real mix of emotions. The cemeteries are strange places, each seems to have it’s own specific atmosphere as indeed do the battle sites. We visited many of the Commonwealth War Graves, a couple of French ones and also the German cemetery at Fricourt. The latter is a most disturbing place, very austere and quite depressing, with rows of graves marked by stark metal crosses and only the chilling squawk of crows in the trees for company, there are no tended flowers or shrubs. I’m not being anti-German or jingoistic, it really did feel different. Here we saw four mass graves containing the remains of nearly 12,000 men, over half of whom are unknown. I noticed that one cross had a message from a German chap who had been looking for and found his Grandfather, just like me really, except that mine did not remain in the soil of the Somme like his. I did say no more cemetery photographs, but this is part of Fricourt, just so you can see what I mean. DSCF3192In the cemeteries of each nation we saw graves from many different faiths; Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Secular…the list is long. The French people are fantastic in their attitude towards remembering the Great War. There is a real sense of protecting the legacy and ensuring that the young are taught about the sacrifice and significance of what had happened in their country. On Sunday morning we saw a number of groups of school children being guided around near Pozières. I spoke to one of the guides, a local school teacher, who told me that all of the children in the local area are taught about the events of nearly 100 years ago as a matter of great importance. She asked if I had any link with the Battle of the Somme and when I told her about my Grandfathers, she thanked me for what they had done. I was humbled.

The former battle grounds are interesting, often for what still remains on view, aside from the incredible historic story. Beaumont-Hamel, a scene of tremendous sacrifice by Canadian troops from Newfoundland, has been bought by the Government of Canada to permanently secure the memory of what happened on that spot. The trenches can still clearly be seen, although now covered in grass, one or two are open to allow visitors to see where the Canadian troops once fought and died. It was a moving thing to quietly walk in there on such a pleasant spring evening. DSCF3248In nearby Delville Wood, where South Africans had fought from shattered tree to shattered tree, the shell holes are now covered in wood anemone and bluebells. It is a very tranquil place that I found imbibes a sense of well-being and contentment, most comforting. DSCF3225

France is currently gearing up to four years of commemorations linked to the centenary of the events of the 1914-1918 war. True, the cynics can say that there is a degree of cashing in on the whole Great War nostalgia thing. What I have seen, however, is a determination to mark the dates with dignity and reconciliation, whilst welcoming visitors from all over the world.

I believe that history still has much to teach us; both about the past and if we look hard enough, about ourselves now and in the future. Maybe sometimes we just need to look a little harder.

I’m just grateful that I ride such a wonderful machine whilst I keep looking!

I’ve got a silver machine!

Catch you all soon.

Dookes

 

Bridges and Thank You’s

Hello everyone it’s a cool, but fine, morning here. Looking forward to getting on the road, no rain forecast!

I forgot to mention that on this trip we have passed over another superb French bridge, Le Pont de Normandie. It’s a little tricky to get a descent photo, especially when there is rain brewing, as you can see!

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As is customary, I must say a few Thank You’s.

Firstly to Mrs Dookes, for yet again giving her impossible husband space to chase his dreams, merci mon amour, je t’aime! To Vifferman for his company, humour and respect for both my quest and the places and things we have seen, not to mention friendship for over fifty years, thanks mate! To my beloved Harley, for another great time and of course everyone who has been riding with us via this blog, thanks for your support and comments, it means a lot.

Next up, Harley and I will be off on another solo trip in June, it’ll be cool if you can ride along with us.

Well the nights busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere….

Dookes

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In My Grandfathers Shadows

It’s a cold wet night in Normandy. Today has been about one thing, riding motorbikes and doing it quickly. Time to let off steam after the intense emotions of the last couple of days, but also time to reflect on what has gone before.

I said at the beginning of this little odyssey that this was a personal pilgrimage to stand where my two Grandfathers had been nearly 100 years ago. In the roundness of the statement, I feel that I have achieved my goal, but at the same time I seem to have uncovered much more that I will need time to ponder and study. The existence of the book detailing the history of Siege Battery 94 and accompanying map were a godsend and we were able to pretty much pin point the exact position of the guns at each location.
This is “the sunken lane between Ovillers and the Bapaume Road”.

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We moved East from Albert to Mametz, where Grandfather Charles and his fellow field gunners supported the 38th Welsh Division as they made their assault on Mametz Wood losing 4000 men in five days. Today the wood is peaceful and alive with the new life of spring. Shell craters still lie in the undergrowth, a tangible reminder of the wood’s bloody history. On the ridge facing the wood, from where the Welsh soldiers started their attack, stands probably the most striking memorial on the whole Somme battlefield.

20140407-214319.jpg Y Ddraig Goch, The Red Dragon, stands defiant facing Mametz Wood, it’s claw tearing at barbed wire atop a three metre plinth. Awe inspiring and strikingly simple. It made me very proud, yet at the same time very sad.

Thank you all for riding along with me on this, very different, trip. I have needed to do this pilgrimage for a long time. No more cemetery, or memorial photos for now, but maybe I’ll share some further thoughts in the future. Please do two things for me, eh?

Remember them, the ordinary soldiers, who became extraordinary men and who died by their millions. Remember them, not just once a year but all year, because the poem is true; “For our tomorrows, they gave their today.”

Thank you, Dookes.

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