you should have been with mrs and I down Cornwall in May... We were walking down the quayside in Looe and a seagull, who must have been a spitfire pilot in a former life, swooped down behind me, came in right over my shoulder, and took my whole ice cream cone right outta my hand.

dirty bugger... I remember what he looks like too !! I'm gonna have words with him next time !!
:o

Carry a camera. I have found this is the best deterrant.

I spent ages trying to get good seagull pics - they are extraordinary feathered acrobats. But bring a camera out and they all disappear!

Mum worried about me putting bread out for them, or throwing it into the air, trying to get a good photo. She thought they might snatch me bald-headed in their feeding frenzy. Nope. Now I realise I should have had ice cream.

Also, please don't mention Cornwall.
All we heard on the weather forecasts all last week was "The best of the weather is in the West..." Argh! When we went camping in Cornwall (okay, it was about 1979) the winds were so fierce it blew our neighbour's tent away. They had to cancel a yacht race because too many boats crashed. We booked for two weeks and came home after five days (and we were hardy souls).

Bloody Cornwall.

We went to Devon the year after.

you go to a bloody holiday camp in Great Yarmouth and complain about a little breeze in Cornwall !!

( personally I prefer the beaches in the winter as the gusts are up and the emitts ( tourists ) are down.

Breeze?
Gale-force-bloody-wind, killing yachtsmen!

Actually one of the times we went camping in Vauxhall, the tent next to us burned down.
We were allowed to sit up, so that we weren't scared.
I wasn't scared, it was exciting.
I seem to remember hot sweet tea as well.

Ahhh the resilence of childhood.

don'cha know me love.. down Cornwall that be called a breeze

( my true Cornish neighbour would kill me he ever heard me talking like that )

In Weymouth, tourists are called grackles.
So my Weymouth-born friend tells me.

grackle if I remember my birdwatching days is a sort of small noisy blackbird..

emmit is Cornish for ant ( or so my neighbour tells me )

Or a tall, slim gay man (Queer as Folk US)

And here we are! Movie time!
Self explanatory.

Regent Road from the top and bottom.
Obviously on two different days!

Home to many purveyors of tat.
As kids we loved it, having pocket money and buying rubbish.
As adults my parents still love it, seeking out the strange and useful (Dad got a top to put on an open drinks can - something he's been looking for for ages and wasn't sure existed).

I saw a great squeaky bird puppet - available in many bright colours, but it was the black one that really appealed to me. Mum promised that we would come back on the last day and buy one (I wanted it for teaching Tiger) but we both forgot. Nothing similar on the internet :( I am now looking out for another greedy crow for £3.99.

A tower, on our walk into town.
Sorry to give no more info, it just is what it is.

It's nowhere near the oldest building in Yarmouth, which has visible Roman walls.

And the end of the pier, with bumpy slide.

What are those wires above Regent Road? It almost looks like the nets they have underneath trapeze artists.

How lovely. What a gorgeous place. Thanks for sharing. :)

Almost as good as being there without the sand in my underwear ;)

Emmets and Grockles

(I like the word grockle bait :angel: )

Here's a shot from a 1838 dictionary which quotes emmet as English word:

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