Ilfracombe

... got Rebecca online as well.

I think your swim that you did from Ilfracombe to Swansea, you were a warrior on that one.

I was following that, and we will talk about that, and that was a world record, later in the show.

So congratulations on that, and for your p- part in supporting Nick.

[laughs] So Rebecca, you mentioned the Bristol Channel there, and that was a swim, an epic swim.

I was part of the WhatsApp group that was following that.

So Ilfracombe to Swansea.

You nearly didn't make it, but you did in the end and set a new world record.

So one of the more major incidences comes in 1932.

It's the Ilfracombe

incident.

Again, apologies if I'm mispronouncing the name.

I think there's probably a difference between modifying the memory of Norm from across the street who just saw this thing and was like, hey, that looks super odd.

Whatever.

Or all of the muggles on that beach in Ilfracombe with the Welsh green.

That's a hard memory to displace.

I really want lots of places to live.

But I seem to have discovered Ilfracombe.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

The way that it just sinks into the sea.

toothpaste

um everything just literally as much stuff as i can get um in two trolleys back and forth to the car for a couple of hours and then where our test goes is you've got like a curry's a b&m all that stuff yeah go up there again stock up clothes shoes um anything that i think will help me and i'm driving back to north devon to a place called watermouth castle which is like in between Coomarty and Ilfracombe and it's like a day out for families but it's in a massive castle and out the back of it there's a load of lodges so it's like a lodge holiday park

to get

to it you've got to go up the hill and it's surrounded by woodland and literally across the road from Wartmouth Castle is Wartmouth Cove which is a harbour with a shit tonne of boats in so my thoughts are hold up in Watermouth Castle the lodges are there so there's enough room for family so bring your family along start a little community then I can use the boats to get to Ilfracombe and get to any shops that are there that need ransacking but also to do supply runs

so is this on an island or is it

no it's on the main road but there's one entrance in one entrance out so So you can police it.

foreword this little volume the result of meditation and experience is not intended as an exhaustive treatise on the much-written-about subject of the power of thought it is suggestive rather than explanatory its object being to stimulate men and women to the discovery and perception of the truth that they themselves are makers of themselves by virtue of the thoughts which they choose and encourage that mind is a master weaver both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they may have hitherto woven in ignorance and pain, they may now weave in enlightenment and happiness.

James Allen, Broad Park Avenue, Ilfracombe, England.

End of foreword section one of as a man thinketh by james allen thought and character the aphorism as a man thinketh in his heart so is he not only embraces the whole of a man's being but is so comprehensive as to reach out to every condition and circumstance of his life A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.

As the plant springs from, and could not be without, the seed, so every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought, and could not have appeared without them.

mind is the master power that moulds and makes and man is mind and evermore he takes the tool of thought and shaping what he wills brings forth a thousand joys a thousand ills he thinks in secret and he comes to pass environment is but his looking-glass forward this little volume the result of meditation and experience is not intended as an exhaustive treatise on the much-written-about subject of the power of thought it is suggestive rather than explanatory its object being to stimulate men and women to the discovery and perception of the truth that they themselves are makers of themselves by virtue of the thoughts which they choose and encourage that mind is a master weaver both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they may have hitherto woven in ignorance and pain, they may now weave in enlightenment and happiness.

James Allen, Broad Park Avenue, Ilfracombe, England End of foreword section one of as a man thinketh by james allen thought and character the aphorism as a man thinketh in his heart so is he not only embraces the whole of a man's being but is so comprehensive as to reach out to every condition and circumstance of his life a man is literally what he thinks his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts as the plant springs from and could not be without the seed so every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought and could not have appeared without them this applies equally to those acts called spontaneous and unpremeditated as to those which are deliberately executed

act

is the blossom of thought and joy and suffering are its fruits thus does a man garner in the sweet and bitter fruitage of his own husbandry thought in the mind hath made us what we are by thought was wrought and built if a man's mind hath evil thoughts pain comes on him as comes the wheel the ox behind if one endure in purity of thought joy follows him as his own shadow sure man is a growth by law and not a creation by artifice and cause and effect is as absolute and undeviating in the hidden realm of thought as in the world of visible and material things a noble and godlike character is not a thing of favour or chance but is the natural result of continued effort in right thinking the effect of long-cherished association with godlike thoughts an ignoble and bestial character by the same process is the result of the continued harbouring of grovelling thoughts man is made or unmade by himself in the armoury of thought he forges the weapons by which he destroys himself he also fashions the tools with which he builds for himself heavenly mansions of joy and strength and peace by the right choice and true application of thought man ascends to the divine perfection by the abuse and wrong application of thought he descends below the level of the beast between these two extremes are all the grades of character and man is their maker and master of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this that man is the master of thought the moulder of character and the maker and shaper of condition environment and destiny as a being of power intelligence and love and the lord of his own thoughts man holds the key to every situation and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills man is always the master even in his weaker and most abandoned state but in his weakness and degradation he is the foolish master who misgoverns his household when he begins to reflect upon his condition and to search diligently for the law upon which his being is established he then becomes the wise master directing his energies with intelligence and fashioning his thoughts to fruitful issues such is the conscious master and man can only thus become by discovering within himself the laws of thought which discovery is totally a matter of application self-analysis and experience Only by much searching and mining are gold and diamonds obtained, and man can find every truth connected with his being if he will dig deep into the mine of his soul, and that he is the maker of his character, the molder of his life, and the builder of his destiny, he may unerringly prove if he will watch, control, and alter his thoughts, tracing their effects upon himself, upon others, and upon his life and circumstances.

He added, Ugh.

So, like I was saying, the latest round of attacks, or at least as far as I'm aware at this moment, was in Devonshire in a town called Ilfracombe.

This is from the article I was talking about in Devon Life.

It's written by Bethia Wyborn.

[suspenseful music] And George hadn't reckoned on Detective Inspector Martletub.

First the town of Ilfracombe, then Bognor, now it's Paignton, all some miles apart, yet all the same way and the same man.

Hmm.

Well, Inspector Martletub, still studying those stuffy accident files? Whatever do you see in them?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

And did you not have two other similar accidents prior to that? One with Elsie Natley at Ilfracombe, and one with your first wife, Violet Laystall at Bognor.

I won't answer that.