Castle Combe Grand National, Saturday, 21st June, 2014.

Vicky and Howard are convinced that the only reason David likes motorsport is for the 'food of the Gods' on offer in the paddocks.

'Come away now, David. It's only just gone 11:30am!'

'But I'm suddenly hungry, Vic'.

Open Class riders get ready to race.
Joe Burns (second rider from the camera) broke the lap record later in the afternoon on his Superstock Kawasaki ZX10R.

Interesting 'bikes on display.
An ex-Sete Ducati, an ex-Kenny Yamaha (not convinced that the 'Kenny' we have in mind rode a Yam 250cc in those colours), and an ex-Leon Ducati.

Yamaha 250cc in AMA colours but too modern, surely, to be one of Kenny's.
Lovely 'bike tho', whoever rode it back in the day.

Howard and some fellow lucky mascots.

Reg Squire about to parade his 1985 Honda RS125.

It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dum-de-dum-de-dum.
Vicky has the penne pasta with roasted peppers and tomatoes with salad and, um, David doesn't (and he had a sneaky beef pasty from another paddock outlet an hour ago to 'keep him going').
Yes, but you need fuel for the 2 mile walk 'round the circuit in the prickly heat, Vic.
Note David's chewing gum keeping 'fresh' for future use on the side of his bowl. Classy.

Vicky is impressed by this diversified business.

RAF Red Arrows Fly-Past as a tribute to Simon Andrews, Karl Harris, and Bob Price.

The Red Arrows were here.

Chris Martin exits Bobbies on his Honda RS 250 on his way to winning the ACU 250GP National Championship race.

We can only hope they're not hay fever sufferers.

This is Paul Jeffrey on his 600 Yamaha at the entry to Tower Corner.

Oh yes, he's feeling clever now after his pasty followed up with curry and rice but he wont be feeling so clever when Vicky puts him on starvation rations for the rest of the weekend, oh no.

Novice riders choose differing lines at The Esses.

Whose clever idea was it to walk all the way 'round the circuit in this prickly heat, Vic?
Yours, Dave.
Oh.

All circuits have features for which they are forever associated with and Castle Combe has its pylons.
Approaching 4:30 now and we are very tired and thirsty.
We can see food and drink outlets ahead, or is that a mirage?
If not, we'll have one more drink and then back home for tea (as long as Vicky reminds Dave to turn north up the M5 and not head straight on into Wales).

Evesham Cats Protection, Sunday, 15th June, 2014.

ECP is still on 'lock down' as the virus problem is still causing….um…..problems.

Not sure who this is or what's exactly wrong, but he/she is in the 'Medical Centre'.

I'm not going to smile for you or your cowin' camera, so there!

I'm under the bench, me.

I'm on a bed on a table, me.

11:00am and we're nearly finished for the day.

That's the great thing about the 'lock down': we can get home in time for MotoGP 

(not that we've got our priorities skewed or anything).

Come any nearer with that camera and I'll 'ave it.

Nice whiskers, that man!

Ziggy gets too close for his close up.

Worcester, Thursday, 12th June, 2014.

The English countryside is beautiful this time of year.

A carpet of lush grass and wild flowers stretching off as far as the eye can see.

Smashing.

Oh.

Honey Bees and Dragons, Worcester, Sunday, 8th June, 2014.

We've walked into town along the river, had a cuppa tea in the Boston Tea Room, and are now in the High Street where a swarm of honey bees have decided to nest on this tree.

The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains that his cunning plan is to get the swarm to move into the cardboard box he has placed up the tree. It's nice and dark in there but will they co-operate?

The Queen is amongst that little lot somewhere. The swarm won't move unless she does. 

The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains nothing is certain as the swarm has sent out 'scouts' and is waiting for them to return with news of a better location.

So getting them all into that box is by no means a given. It's a cliffhanger!

Some of the bees have dropped down onto the ground and appear to be either deceased or…ahem…..well on the way out.

The Honey Bee Swarm Removal-person explains that the bees have an 8 week life expectancy and they are so knackered after by their busy lives that they simply die of exhaustion.

Clearly, they need to form a Trade Union.

We've had to leave the swarm to its fate.

Even after some food shopping in M&S, failing to find suitable shorts for David but getting some for Vicky in Next, and some stuff from Boots, we are no wiser and have to leave the HBR-p to his vigil at the foot of the tree.

With fingers crossed for the bees we head back to the bostin' Boston Tea Room for another cuppa tea with bagels and cream cheese for David and Sam's Apple Cake for Vicky to fortify us for the walk back home.

Huge swarms of 'non-locals' crowd the banks of The Severn to watch some dragon boat racing. 

They come here from all over the place!

We have no time for this sort of malarky. We've gotta trudge home with our shopping, dodge the showers, and have a rest (well, David has a rest. Vicky never rests 'cos she's got to order David's shorts on line).

A Sunday plod, 1st June, 2014.

That's it. You two bugger off into town and I'll stop here in the sunshine.

Close the door on the way out.

Around the back of the Cathedral in College Green.

We've done some shopping (always an honour to give the local economy a boost) and are now hoping to see whether the Council have done a commemorative brick-thingy giving the height of the winter flood and how it might've compared to the record of 16-something-or-other.

Needless to say, they haven't done it yet.

Not surprising really. Think of how many committees and how many meetings it might take to approve the budget. Oh, the politics.

Hopefully, they'll do one eventually.

Dave. Stand over there by those nice flowers.

OK Vic.

College Green, southside.

The Boston Tea Room is a bostin' tea room and our favourite in Worcester.

We've plodded about two miles so far in the warm spring humidity and so require tea and cake before plodding the mile and a half back home.