Reflections

sitting thinking at Victoria Quay

I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. My life is my own.
Patrick Mc Goohan - The Prisoner

I am often reflective, apparently never contemplative, and I suppose that led to a different life path?

We down here have been blessed with some very hot and sunny weather. Apparently this weekend is going to be exceptionally hot and it is on days like this when I wonder if Greta has a point?

The water looks so inviting and I just look, knowing that my wheelchair might get ruined if it fell in the 'oggin'.

Today is a day of quiet, and I, am perhaps a Prisoner, in a town instead of a village? But to be completely frank, what a prison to be in.

Now before I get deluged with comments about likening Salcombe to a prison. Well yes you are right prison is far far worse.

It could be that a great white ball (which was called Rover by the way) will emerge from the ria and capture the poor unfortunate that tries to escape on the Tally Ho!

Another interesting fact is that the village newspaper was called the Tally Ho! Remember you are a person not a number on social media...

Be seeing you.