Beautiful Brixham! (1.9.2018)

My maternal grandfather – Arthur Gibson – served in the Royal Navy Patrol Service (RNPS) during WWII (stationed in the North Atlantic). He loved Brixham and wanted to retire there, but unfortunately he passed away in 1997 before this dream could be fulfilled. Once a sailor always a sailor! We always think of him when we visit Brixham! When we arrived in the Central Car Park on this day, however, Mei-An soon spied a ‘painted rock’ nestled in a small space in the very high car park wall. This rock has the words ‘Rainham’ written on it, and instructions to take it and move it to another location! This rock is now in Sutton, Southwest London!

Red Flag over Torbay – When the Dust Settles

The masses of people who live on housing estates of Torbay are hidden away from the view of the tourists on the seafront, and live in abject poverty. As they have no voice – they appear not to exist. This non-existence is designed to keep a stock of potential workers handy should the need arise – whilst simultaneously preventing them from gaining an education and accessing adequate employment and political power. Although there are obviously more workers in Torbay than the bourgeoisie (i.e. middle class), they appear not to exist because they lack any means to access the bourgeois system.

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