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Continue reading →: Summer Uralling
Today appears to be summer – so time to get out in the lanes of West Oxfordshire and do a bit of Uralling with a fellow Uralist down from The Wirral for the weekend.
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Continue reading →: “Council said ‘no’. Village said ‘yes’.”
Last night was the last Monday in June. To anyone on two wheels that means one thing – Cassington. If you have any motorcycling soul, you’ll be there to inhale deep of two-stroke oil, 20w50, petrol and the aromatic scent of warm, well-ridden old bikes. If you have any charitable…
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Continue reading →: The Big Society – red taped shut
Every year, in a little village west of Oxford, there is a bike event. It’s called simply “Cassington Bike Night” and it attracts riders from all over the UK and even a few who ride from continental Europe. I’ve been going to Cassington on the last Monday evening in June…
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Continue reading →: The RAF’s Revenge – Part III – RAF Broadwell
If one has any sense. one doesn’t mess with the spirits of a few thousand RAF servicemen. One doesn’t, particularly, thumb one’s nose at them by riding one’s German through-and-through R1100GS onto the middle of one of their airfields, even if they did technically “leave” in 1947. Sorry, chaps. I…
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Continue reading →: The RAF’s Revenge – Part II – RAF Broadwell
RAF Broadwell was one of the major glider launch sites for the DDay and Arnhem landings. It’s a place that’s pivotal in the history of the country. 515 and 575 squadron were based here. This is one of the many stories I’ve read about Broadwell: Harry Lingard’s story, like many…
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Continue reading →: The RAF’s Revenge – Part I – RAF Windrush
A gorgeous Saturday morning. Too good to head into the office, so instead I decided to head out and do some history. I’m lucky enough to live in probably the most airfield-dense part of the country. There are around thirty disused RAF stations around Oxfordshire and into Gloucestershire. I’ve always…
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Continue reading →: Tick, tock. Who owns whom?
Something about one of my other passions for a change – watches. I’ve been doing that thinking thing again. As ever, brought about by sitting with a glass of something red and looking out of the window, mind in neutral. A very pleasant way to spend some time when the…
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Continue reading →: Rotary Nortons, lunch and fifteenth century painting
It’s all Hugh Jaeger’s fault. As are so many things. It’s been mayhem at the office since January. The shells keep coming over. Every day we’ve climbed the fire-step, scrambled over the parapet and – bayonets fixed – charged the enemy. And now, this week, for the first time, there’s…
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Continue reading →: Broken-down Britain? Nah
So, there I was, broken down. Before we all forget what Winter looks like, I thought I’d just scribble a few words about one of those oh-so-typical winter breakdowns… Despite how rude people are about Russian motorcycle combinations (and they are rude), mine seldom protests the lack of care I…
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