Barry Cornish reveals!
Goonhilly Satellite Earth Station
Grandson Alex, his dog Max, and me pausing during a walk along the Cornish Coastal footpath
Daughter Michele, grandson Alex, and me enjoying ourselves riding around Goonhilly Satellite Earth Station on Segways.
As I became older, my wife and daughters were unhappy that there was never anything that I wanted as a Christmas or birthday present. One day, I thought of a way to overcome this dilemma. I had various unfulfilled ambitions to do things that were costly, but I could not justify spending that sort of money on myself. However, if I were to have money as presents and save it in a ‘Fun Fund’, then I would not feel guilty about spending it. Here are a few photos of various ‘Jollies’ that I have enjoyed from the ‘Fun Fund’. I would still like the opportunity to drive a double decker bus – perhaps, one day!
Hot Air Balloon Flight
CESSNA AEROBATIC FLYING FROM BODMIN AIRFIELD
FLYING IN CONCORDE FROM HEATHROW
Tiger Moth, flying from Duxford
ON CONCORDE FLIGHT DECK AT MACH 2 This was a superb experience, which included a visit to the flight deck, whilst we were doing Mach 2 (1320 mph - faster than a rifle bullet) at 52,000 feet
STEAM TRAIN DRIVING- CLUN CASTLE- AT TYSELEY
FORMULA FORD RACING AT BRANDS HATCH
FERRARI DRIVING AT PRESTWOLD CIRCUIT
STALWART FP623 APC DRIVING IN WILTSHIRE
ABBOTT FV432 APC
Be careful what you wish for Barry
Flora Day Dance, May 2009, Grandson Alex centre
12 responses so far ↓
Dave H // March 27, 2009 at 2:02 am |
I expected to see Everest on the list Barry, and you at the helm of an MMG. Ha Ha!
Jack Madron // March 26, 2009 at 10:17 pm |
Well done Barry. What a lovely way to enjoy getting just a little bit older. To me, the best part was Clun Castle. Of course, I’m a little bit biased. Ha ha.
Derek Lovemore // March 26, 2009 at 8:36 pm |
DOUBLE DECKER BUS SENDUP
Couldn’t resist doing a mockup Barry, suits you well. The background is Elbow Beach – a little different from when I remember. Don’t know where the passengers are, probably off foraging under the command of Swanny!
Editor // March 21, 2009 at 10:06 pm |
RETIREMENT JOLLIES!
What do you do in your spare time Barry? Can’t get the smell of petrol and diesel out of the system – what?
Excellent contribution – just what we need as an example to the Old Bloggers. Let’s see if Swanny can beat this lot!
Swanny Swanson // March 3, 2009 at 4:46 pm |
Barry, lovely photo of you, your daughter, and grandson. If only Maj. Marsh (RIP) could see it, he would never have believed it. Those new scooter things would have been real novelties in our Bermuda days. Your mate the MT Sgt would never get over these modern machines!
Swanny.
Jack Madron // February 26, 2009 at 10:19 pm |
Barry.
All modernised I see. Better than walking. Were you into this bike craze, like the others?
Barry Cornish // February 27, 2009 at 9:58 pm |
Jack,
Yes, I too, was a biker.
My first was a 1931 Excelsior, with girder front forks and no rear suspension. It cost me £20 and I sold it two years and many miles later, when I joined up, for £18.10.0. It had no speedo but neither was it a speed machine!
What a contrast it was to do the ‘ton-up’ on the pillion of my friend’s Vincent Rapide along Hayle Causeway- one of the few straight roads around here, in those days!
Subsequently, I rode a variety of 250 & 350cc British bikes (not to mention the lethal motorized bicycles with the Italian engines, which drove on the front tyres, when we were in Bermuda), before I got married.
Later, I used a Kawasaki GPZ to travel to and from Goonhilly Satellite Earth Station, until I retired.
Now my adventures on two wheels are confined to Segways!
Jack Madron // February 28, 2009 at 2:12 pm |
Barry.
I’ve read everybodies comments about motorbikes. Twin carbs, girder forks, cams and things and I haven’t the foggiest idea what everybody is talking about. I’m not mechanical minded at all. Not strictly true, I suppose, being an ex machine gunner. They had a few working parts in them, but thats a different thing all together. Still, if people enjoy getting cold and wet and smelling of oil and grease, good luck to them. Each to their own thing, I say.
Terry Joll // February 26, 2009 at 5:18 pm |
Like the hosetops Barry, pity about the putties
Terry
Barry Cornish // March 1, 2009 at 11:11 am |
Terry,
Unfortunately, I had left my puttees behind and so had to resort to the old push bikers’ trick of tucking the bottoms of my trousers into my socks!
Dave H // February 26, 2009 at 4:31 am |
Hi Barry nice to see you.
Editor // February 25, 2009 at 11:33 pm |
Welcome aboard Barry