A Quiet Day

A bit of a quiet day really, It usually is at this time of year, just before Easter and the holiday season starting; the lull before the storm, the quiet before the nightmare, the slumbering volcano just before the Pyroclastic flow sweeps us all into .....what ever Pyroclastic flows sweep us into. It's always nice to see the visitors turning up again, depending on them so much as we do down here. It usually takes about a week or, in a good year, ten days before we start wishing they had gone to Spain, or Florida or Iran or some where really nice like Blackpool. But like I say, a quiet day. Not much except roadworks and I have been going on about roadworks a lot recently. So here is a picture of one of our local residents. (Note; I will probably get an email from someone who knows these things telling me that this bird wintered in Russia and is therefore a Summer visitor. If it is why didn't it go to bloody Blackpool for it's summer hols?)

Oh yes, sorry, can't leave roadworks alone. Here is the picture of that ambulance from yesterday's little tirade about roadworks.

And I don't really mean all I just said about summer visitors, not even the gulls.

Talking of Gulls, our local football team are know as the Gulls and they are now so far behind at the bottom of the football league that it would take several miricles or several extremly large bribes (and we don't do that here in Torquay) to keep them up. Not good news if you are into football or for the town A bit of sympathy would be nice.