* SE Special Edition, FSI Fuel Stratified Injection
...it sounds like a GOLF!
It's Gods job to forgive the Taliban....it's the Royal Marines job to arrange the meeting.
The Qianlong-period vase dating from about 1740 sold at 40 times its estimate |
High FlightOh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untresspassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. | |
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee No 412 squadron, RCAF Killed 11 December 1941 |
the view from the poolside at the villa |
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Making the final approach...lining up with the center line |
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landed...straight down the center line, wings earned! |
This is me getting to grips with chainsaw and hedge! |
My brother Ed and my Dad deciding where to 'butcher' next |
Enjoying a beer in Loudon |
Sunset on Bournemouth beach... |
View from the office towards Swansea bay, the docks and marina area |
The Capability House...you will be evicted... |