Life in Brittany Here is where Maurice feels 10 years younger. Server2009-01-31T09:59:00ZMaurice Returning to The Real World<p>A few days with the The Horseshoe's landlord (Marcross, Vale of Glamorgan), 'let loose in Brittany' and my damaged brain appears to be returning to "normality" despite those three horrible months, last year, in the 'gulag of Bridgend', Caswell Psychiatric Clinic, part of big brother's South Wales Police penal servitude. I will address the jury, shortly, on what really happened in Cardiff Crown court.</p><img src="" width="1" height="1">Maurice IN BRITANNY<p>Due in Barry Magistrates 24th Feb to face a changed 'attempted burglary' charge to a Section 5 Public Order (UK Sus Law) and 'obstruction' charge whilst asking again for my FOA and DP Acts paid for medical records.</p> <p>Caswell Clinic, despite attempting with the aid of the Dr Tegwyn Williams' Report, which was created with the sole intention of obtaining an indefinite prison sentence in Broadmoor, continue to withhold Professor Roger Wood's report, for December Cardiff Crown Court, saying I had 'brain damage' as a 'drinking companion of Oliver Read', 'crashed in the Caribbean in Liberty Girl' and 'flew to Australia without a map'! Could Enid Blyton have done better? Also witheld are reports from Dr Sylvester, Dr Ruth Bagshaw and many more in the South Wales Mental Health Laboratory operated by the cabal consisting of Cardiff University, Swansea University, MAPPA, Cardiff prison, South Wales police. </p> <p> </p> <p>Enjoying peace in France having, at least, rescued my car that had been left on the quay for eight months...After changing the flat tyre, removing the Gendarme stickers I waved down the next motorist off the boat. Guess what, he spoke English as I connected my jump leads to his battery."Were you the chap who landed in a stubble field, 30 years ago near Taunton, to find a light for your cigar?". Tim had remembered the farmer's eighty year old mother's birthday , lighting my cigar and a quick flip around the Vale with me in my C172.</p> <p>I quietly told Tim I had just this week, met the same press photographer who had taken that photo for the Somerset County Gazette. This time he was taking post prison snaps for the Sunday Telegraph! Oh and another coincidence on the ferry, whilst talking to a couple over breakfast, who had just bought a property in France, she remembered my borrowing her husband's horse, from the Royal Core of Transport stables, for a days hunting, again at least 35 years ago!</p> <img src="" width="1" height="1">Maurice<p> </p> <p>I have just had a lovely steak, garlic and all the trimmings, in my local restaurant in Central Brittany only to overhear, on the TV in the main bar, both Presidents of America and France meeting at the 6th June 1944 D-Day landings near Caen, The razamataz, pomp and circumstance was, of course, at an American cemetery,  President Johnson's  response to Charles de Gaulle's demands still clearly ringing in my ears.</p> <p>For one hour, I noticed, not one Frenchman bothered even to watch.</p> <p>All I heard was how the Americans won the war ......single handed.</p> <p>Putting aside Bush Senior and Junior, stemming the tide of Muslim dominance, for which the thinking World should be grateful and they are not, I was  thoroughly disgusted with the absence and failed recognition of the allies who also laid down their lives. The yanks may have started a war recently but history records, generally, a different habit.</p> <p>Maurice </p> <p>PS  Prohibited airspace surrounding the spectacle meant the planned flight to a beach near Caen, to visit father's cousin's grave, was blocked to be adjourned for another sobering occasion. </p><img src="" width="1" height="1">Maurice Week Party When I'm 64 !!<p><b>When I'm 64 there must be a Kirk Family Party!  Bastille Week in Brittany ,,,,,,,</b></p> <p>There will be ‘knees up' for old friends, wives and children, known and unknown, of the last 60 odd years.</p> <p>Come, all of you  and relax in France, eat Breton oysters and sip a good french Chablis or a clilled Gros Plant and sing the Beatles song...... those of Mountlands School (1948-51), Taunton School, (1951-63), those I met canoeing down Danube, Rhine and across English Channel (1963), Bristol University (1963-1969) [I am eligible for 3 years of annual graduation parties], the vet's first peddle car team, Royal Air Force, Bristol University Air Squadron (1963.... to infinity), those I met hitching around 9000 miles of USA and Canada on £5  (1964), around Australia, New Guinea and NZ in '67, parachuting friends across Europe, mountaineering comrades in Snowden, Lake District and French Alps.</p> <p> Bridport, Dorset, clients and friends  (1969-70), Taunton, Somerset, clients and family friends  (1937- to infinity), pilots on my CPL  course at Kidlington, Oxford (1977),  flying instructor's course, Goodwood, (1977), ATPL course, London (1978), shooting,  fox hunting, duck shooting and flying friends of Eire and Northern Ireland especially Michael's friends, from all over France while I was buying ‘real aircraft' (1970- until now), friends  from seven British prisons, Alderney, the whole island is invited, especially those who helped me load all those brandy bottles on Town Beach into my rotting £65  Shearwater 111 cat  and my special friends and voters of Guernsey who stuck with me for those 10 miserable years.</p> <p>South old clients and those who backed me, pilot friends and the honest few I met in court and police there, frilly knickers, helmets and all!</p> <p>My friends between Haverford West, West Wales and Sydney, Australia in the 2001 London to Sydney Air Race to that ‘coat hanger' bridge where those police helicopters surrounded me for, for some reason?</p> <p> AND those I met in around New Zealand Air Race, ‘flyabout' around Aussie, from Darwin, Australia to Japan1 Oh, special memories of Saba Flying Club, Borneo, Taiwan Flying Club, South Korea and magic people of Hokkaido, Japan while I waited for a 30 knot tail wind at 12,000ft for tghec 20 hour flight to Alaska...please all welcome, not forgetting a special chap from Japan's CAA {CAB}.</p> <p>USA boys and girls!  Florida, Maine!  Too many to count....And all those I met on flight from Sun ‘n Fun to New Orleans jazz {"Steamboat Willie BE THERE"} and on around Texas with Jo in NW with tool box!</p> <p>  And esp<b>eci</b>ally that lovely Deputy Police Officer who drove me in handcuffs, around 100 miles, from Waco Prison to Texas State Lunatic Asylum for there, family and all.   And let us not forget my friends of St Vran et environs de Bretagne.</p> <p><b> Venue</b></p> <p><b>Bastille Week 09....  11th July to 19<sup>th</sup> July</b> (or until the wine runs out) at ‘Le Puits aux Papillons', St Doha, Merdrignac, Brittany 22230, France. (Runway big enough for a real aircraft). see you tube clips</p> <p>ILS on 36R 200m, "going, good to soft", 60 ft trees both ends and suggest ask the famer, Pierre Marie, to move the cows first if multi engine or jet propelled aircraft are being considered.</p> <p>I will sort Customs, military Mirage Aircraft v low fly zone and the local 'chasse les sangliers'.....too early pour les fugis mais sera, peut-etre, les autres pour fume. .</p> <p><b>Accommodation</b></p> <p> ..... Hotels, B and Bs, caravan, a boat,  4 cottages  in various states of disrepair, a house, tents or ‘a' la belle etoille'!</p> <p><b>Transport</b></p> <p>Flights to Dinard, St Brieuc and Rennes, vessels to Roscoff and St Malo, trains to St Malo or Rennes....I will organise pick up by bike, motor bike, sailing boat or aircraft.... even a car!</p> <p>  I NEED TO KNOW NUMBERS IF YOU ARE YOU DROPPING IN  FOR CATERING AND BEDS! </p> <p>WATCH THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ....plans etc</p> <p>Just bring a tooth brush!   RSVP </p> <p><b>CONTACT</b></p> <p> UK: Tel +441446792109  UK Fax +441446796828   Brittany: tel +33296284741  Cell +447966523940    <a href=""></a>   <a href=""></a>                                          </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p><img src="" width="1" height="1">Maurice