Axcliff

Though I lack talent to construct an interesting blog of my own, I ask permission to enjoy your creations. I delight in discovering the wit and jokes and imagination of all the younger folk here; also the travel, biking, and fishing blogs; and of course the charming women who display their sweet figures in the sunshine.

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Named Muriel after a dear friend we have recently lost.

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Why does Axe Yacht Club encourage a game of pirates? Are pirates not purely evil people with wicked intentions?

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River mouth, Seaton beach. Axmouth Marina, low tide. Neaps.

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Look Ma, no scaffolding!

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Elephants infesting Dorset resort.

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Welcome to my home, ‘Harbourside.’

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Axe Yacht Club displays a bare flagpole on Trafalgar Day.

Let’s just erase the Immortal Memory in Axmouth, shall we?

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A Cornish seaman would chuck you off his boat for wearing socks with rabbits or lagomorphs, he would not make any distinction.

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Sarah Jennings of this parish, aged 7, amid sundry grand- ancestors and infant sisters. My sweet lover at Oxford in the sixties; still adorable, hoping that sisters Annie and Sue with their men will come and make a lot of noise to help us celebrate our Diamond Wedding Anniversary next year.

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Future father-in-law back home on his Somerset farm, August 1963. Common Skate 70lbs caught in Lyme Bay on rod and line. Sadly no longer common, can’t think why.

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Not quite a Banksy. Fosse Way Court, disused toilet block in the Moridunum. For scale, that’s a doorway on left.

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Sarah before breakfast