Fotheringhaye is a small hamlet a few miles west of Peterborough. It is an unassuming spot that was pivotal in the history of England. It was the birthplace of Richard III (2 October 1452 – 22 August 1485) who was the last king of the three Century long Plantagenet dynasty. His defeat and death at the battle of Bosworth Field, the last decisive battle of the Wars of the Roses between the Lancastrian and York Houses marked the end of the Middle Ages in England. Thus commencing the House of Tudor and the creation of ‘modern’ England. Fotheringhaye Castle was also where Mary Queen of Scots was beheaded, another key moment in the formation of a nation.
Netflix Nite
We’re binging the latest short series on Netflix this evening. All the light we cannot see. It stars Hugh Laurie as a French resistance radio operator. His pillion is the protagonist helping efforts against the Germans. 1930’s New Map motorcycle is period correct and had a couple of good scenes.
Washington Island
We took the small car ferry over to Washington Island at the top end of the peninsula beyond Green Bay. 25 square miles of woodland, farming, vineyards, cabins. A harbor to the farther Rock Island, itself a nature reserve.
Interesting real variety of farm buildings, tools and cabin of the day. Bleating goats gave noise to the location.
No need to go fast. Perfectly paced for the go-slow feel of the place. Relax.
Six Score
– albeit a slight hiccup in the eighties, this marque has stretched from the Victorian age (The first prototype dates from 1901 so just makes it) to well into the Twenty First Century.
Museum
– individual bike exhibits were splendidly assembled each showing off the machines with posters, paraphernalia and provenance. A racing Norton; Knievel’s stunt bike; McQueens Traveller; Harley garage.
Gals Gang
– a lovely photo from someone’s family album. The lass on the right was someone’s grandmother who served as a nurse on Hawaii during the Second World War. The white socks and head scarves are pure period cuteness.
Narcos
Medellin Cartel
– we’re currently watching Narcos, about drug lord Pablo Escobar, who, at the height of his infamy, was bringing in $70 million a day from cocaine smuggled to the US. the image is a still from rare footage of him on a Yamaha dirt bike as he rode around his Hacienda homestead.
Day of Days
June 6th 1944
– a pivotal moment of the Twentieth Century when the Free World decided to take back what had been overthrown by the Nazis. Here’s a fresh faced army courier strapped into a Horsa glider, with his Matchless ride, bound for Normandy.
Chocks Away
Eureka Springs AR
– an adventurous sort tootling along the historic Main Street of a town that drew late 19th Century Americans to try the healing waters. Now it has fudge shops, t-shirt stores, trinket emporia, among other tourist attractions. Today also had the cacophony of open-piped Harley riders thundering up and down the traffic jammed narrow streets.
Pure Patina
– unpacking a 1960 sled once owned by racer Buck Smith. Acquired by Ace Classics in Lewisham southeast London. You can still see the grit and dust from the Big Bear SoCal arid hinterland.
Veep
– Today saw the inauguration of Joe Biden as the 46th President of the United States along with his Vice President Kamala Harris. Becoming the first woman in that role. After how long? She’s also the first of African and Asian descent. Thulasendrapuram, her grandfather’s village in southern India celebrated her elected success and today is certainly partying with the swearing in of one of their daughters.
The Unforgotten
.. although the legacy of The Great War is of death and pain some of ‘the lads’ did find camaraderie with the mundane tasks to keep the military machine running. Here are despatch riders from the Royal Signal Corp having a jolly old time keeping their Triumph Model H’s on the road.
Anonymous
– a 16th Century Catholic conspirator became the symbol of postmodern anarchism with the mask of anonymity. The individual biker is an appropriate use of the effigies face.
Apache Red
– halfway along Fairfield Road a little north of Volo sits this ragged red clapped barn. I’ve passed by it numerous times so decided to stop today and memorialize its presence on the Lake County outings.