Mrs Moggy knew Sally, liked her and was very supportive. We lived 200 miles apart, and even if we hadn’t Sal was never a threat to her.

What sparked it off? Anniversary really. It got to be a year since I did the eulogy at Sal’s funeral.

Still miss her. We kept up an e-mail friendship and my inbox looks hauntingly empty these days.

Moggy

Thats very noble of you, I feel very guilty about bringing the matter up, sorry to make an issue of it, your comments quite upset me.
Pete

Moggy
Whats sparked this off, you mentioned her in a previous thread, what does your current Mrs Mogg think of this rennaisance, does she know what you are saying on here, sad though it is.
My ex developed Luekemia a few years ago, despite our differences, it upset me a hell of a lot, funny, at one time during our divorce I would have rejoiced in her illness, but when it happens, things are different, though I sometimes think, was I being selfish by thinking Oh ****** do I have to bring up our kid completely on my own, possibly so, but not really.
In the end she recovered, but we don’t speak to each other any more, I looked after my son when she bogged off, now she wants me to pay his university bills, thats her problem, not mine, it’s a bit wierd though, he’s my big mate, but I’m in a situation now that I didn’t want to happen, I wanted us all to remain good pals, but it’s going to get complicated from now on.
Funny how she’s fallen out with all her family members too, well she’s shacked up with a dodgy millionaire so let them get on with it.

Very interesting information on Stow Maries, I’ve lived in this area for 30 years, had relatives living near the place but had no idea of it’s history.
You can easily pick it up on Google Earth, it’s NW of the village, presumably the take off field was situated to the east of the line of buildings.

I would nominate Biggin Hill for special status, still intact and in use, it must be the most famous surviving BoB station in existance, how much has it changed since 1940 in comparison to, say Duxford.
What is interesting is that if you look at it on Google Earth, the number of Learjets and their ilk on the airfield is quite amazing.

Another place worth listing must be Cardington as it is the only place in the UK with it’s airship sheds intact, is there such a place surviving in Germany.

Steve Rowell.
I don’t believe it, seeing her again after all those years, I’m stunned, I bet she won’t want to tell you about what we both got up to at THAT party, no way, it could ruin your marriage, sorry, but I had to mention it, after all the the things that she did and promised to me, no human being could cope with that, after all, the bit with the horse had me really worried, but she was well up for it.
Sorry, but I had to tell the truth, it would have haunted me forever otherwise.

Silly sod, my missus is pretty gorgeous too, but I wouldn’t let these divvies have the opportunity to drool over her.

Now thats what I miss about good old Pennine landscapes, it pales anything down here into insignificance. My stepson went down the River Blackwater, which is just over the fence, on Sunday and took some stunning winter pictures with his mobile phone, well, I thought they were till I saw yours.
I will say one thing though, the river here is about 5m wide, fairly deep and usually fast flowing, but it was virtually iced over during the weekend, in fact the old millrace just along the bank, was completely frozen over, very unusual.
Our nearest craggy outcrop must be Charnwood Forest which is about 100 miles away, what a pain.
I intend going to see my mother in a few weeks, I think this has persuaded me to take the old hiking gear with me, if I can find it, and dissapear into Derbyshire for a few hours.
Theres nowt like a bit of hill walking in the winter, as long as you know what you’re doing and have the right equipment. A few years ago my brother and I tackled Kinder Scout on New Years Eve, it was glorious, we found several a/c wrecks, including a Rapide, what amazed me were the number of people camping out in Edale, no way, I tried it once, when it snows your tent has a tendency to collapse, it makes it difficult to get out for a pee during the night, which you need to do having had several pints in order to make you sleep in such conditions.

Ah! Speer. His architecture bureau Albert Speer & Partners was quite successful in post-war Germany. The banking quartier of Frankfurt for example. And nowadays they are hugely successful in the Gulf States and China.

I thought you were winding me up at first, but I’ve Googled and it’s not actually the Notorious Nazi, but his sons practice, I bet they’re good at town planning, but some of their reinforced concrete could be a bit suspect, they obviously taught you just more than a few knots in the Hitler Youth.
It would seem that every male member of the Speer family is called Albert and is/was an architect, I think that when THE Albert came out of Spandau he was too busy bleating his innocence on TV interviews to put his backside next to a drawing board, ( see World at War episodes 1-100 ).
Actually, I was very surprised that Mossad didn’t get to him, or perhaps they did, they sure as anything would have got into any prison to sort out Mr Adolf.

But being the coward he was he chose the easy option and left others to face the music

Was he a coward, possibly, who knows for sure, being a ‘little’ unhinged towards the end doesn’t neccessarily mean that he was.
Perhaps he would have stated the same case as Albert Speer at the Nuremburg trials, pleaded guilty and got away with it as Speer did, just think how many lives our pleasant ‘Architect Albert’ snuffed out when he ran the Organisation Todt.
The interesting scenario would have been if Hitler had actually set up the so called SS last redoubt in Bavaria, with every army trying to get to him, it would have got quite nasty between the Allied powers I reckon, refer to the particular episode in Band of Brothers when our heroes were looking at every way to get to Berchtesgarten before the French, or was it a battle over Goerings wine.
I can just imagine Hitler on that stunning terrace at Berchtesgarten, pouring down fire on to the advancing troops below, who are weighed down with bottles of Chateux de Plonk 1894 in their kitbags, bodies of loyal SS troops piled either side, but good old Eva Braun feeding ammo into that steaming MG, despite her plaits getting jammed in the mechanism.
Could make a good Hollywood movie, Mr Speilberg.

We also decided it was a load of commercial rubbish and not to bother, but then I spotted a lovely, unique Victorian photograph in our local museum, of horses bathing in the sea off the Kent coast, well I had to order a copy for my equine orientated mate, and of course the truth got teased out of me, not the whole truth, but enough to make the silly girl make me a card, and buy me a very large bar of Galaxy, yummm, as well as the new Radiohead CD, Mr Rowell will shudder at that, but you should have seen them on Jools Holland the other week, awsome.
Unfortunately during my furtive trip to town late yesterday, the print wasn’t ready, so I had to wait for her to go to bed last night and make my own card.
Easy peasy, I down loaded a picture of a rare, period, ‘All you need is Love’ duvet cover from the Liverpool Museum web site and glued it to a piece of card from her art box, sounds crap, but it looked the business. She was well impressed and wondered where the hell I’d bought it from, so it all got a bit silly in the end, but a bit of a laugh this morning as we were staggering about in a daze, trying to make butties, feed dogs, while I’m downloading information on hydraulic breaking surface water chambers, romantic start to the day, huh.