Early morning, car packed
with coats, and boots, and maps.
“Any word?”
CB turned down to hear the morning news
No word.
Laughs, and songs, and cigarettes
And roads, and friends, and craic.
Tape, and crowds, and whistles
And the cars.
King Fisher Blue.
No word.
Break it down, pack it up
and enroute, FAST
In convoy
to some hotel, late.
And there, we got the word.
For D
County Down, Ireland: September 1916 Responding to deft touch, the Sopwith Strutter prescribes a shallow arc from Carnalea. Barely above the telegraph wires. No conscious check of bearing – instinctively the pilot dips a wing, and there… K and the children are at the homestead. Waves, and kisses blown. Banking right over Helen’s Bay. Swinging […]
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The phone vibrated on my office desk. A glance to see the notification… email… subject line, “TT Film”. Curious, I locked the work laptop and read the message… it was about the Ards TT. Dear Colin, I came across your website in the course of doing some research for a film I am making for the BBC […]
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It’s 24 February 1932 – the event is the Rally Paris-St Raphaël Féminin – the woman is Renée Friderich. She is 20 years-old, and today – as her friend & mentor Hellé Nice sets fastest time – she will lose her life at the wheel of this Delage D8-S. It was a bad accident, perhaps […]
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