Bugger Bognor!
Dear Juliet
The above phrase was famously attributed to George V after he spent several months recuperating from lung surgery in Aldwick, near the seaside town of Bognor, West Sussex.
Bognor got a bit hopeful it might be able to add the royal suffix of Regis to its name, George reputedly got a bit irritated when asked about this and may have uttered the immortal line, "oh, bugger Bognor!"
His aides probably sweetened him up a bit, and today the town rejoices in the title Bognor Regis.
I've got cousins in Felpham, next door to Bognor, and have visited for decades.
So here are a few photographs of a typical British seaside resort, rather unlike Santa Monica...
“ 'She’s what?'
'She’s alive, Rupert! Drusilla’s alive.'
The watcher put his mobile down,
quite overcome. He’d been on a leave of
absence, driving and walking around the Home Counties, sampling old English ale
in 17th century pubs with low ceilings and exposed beams, staying
off the beaten track to try and find Blake’s
He had come to a viewpoint overlooking a place known as 'the golden valley,' purchased some fresh lemonade and strawberries from a roadside stand and, once parked, puffed his way up to the summit, cursing his sixty years and creaking knees, but forgetting his aches and pains when he saw the vista of valley, field and hedgerow stretching out over three counties. The kind of hills, some said, where Arthur’s knights still slept.
Giles knew, more than most, how
much blood had been spilt by knights and unknown soldiers since Arthur’s day to
protect his green and pleasant land, and for a moment he felt it had all been
worth it. Then the memories had come
upon him again. He’d seen the faces of
all the brave girls who’d died defending the freedom of the world, and his eyes
had misted up. It happened all too often
these days, and he regularly pretended to clean his glasses to cover up the
tears."
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