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The conversation was fast flowing, thoughtful and intelligent. All manner of topics were discussed - academies, finances in Education, relative living standards, perceptions of other countries, Insel culture and clotted cream - although we were struggling to keep up. Not that we were part of the conversation of course. We were busy earwigging from our neighbouring table as the group of five academics discussed the various weighty issues that faced the world as they saw it. From what we could tell, at least one of them was from a local university - Plymouth I expect - another was Irish, and two more were from Sweden - Gothenburg if the two plastic cups connected by a length of string were doing their job. They appeared to be talking around a joint presentation they had evidently been charged to prepare for. Well if you’re on an all expenses paid jolly you need to have something to show for the fruits of your Devon cream tea don’t you? Ali winced when they put the cream on first. Messes with the natural order of things in her book. I can never remember which version of the operation I'm supposed to be offended by.
I wonder whether the intellectuals noticed the two pairs of wagging ears at the next table. You see, Ali and I both worked at the same further education college for almost fifty years between us. In fact it’s where we met. Much of what we heard had an oddly familiar ring to it, and at times we almost felt as if we should be contributing. Now and again I felt that old sense of panic as I thought to myself, “I’m supposed to know about this. Hell, I’m supposed to have something clever to say on the subject at a moment’s notice. The principal and the governors are depending on it.” And then I remembered we were just wallflower snoopers, and that we had both long since retired. The only opinion I needed to offer to the world today was whether to ask for the cheese or the ham with my ploughman's lunch. I chose both. The only act of intelligence I had to carry out was to type Brenda’s registration number into the cafe’s new ANPR system without mixing up my zeros and O’s in the process. She has one of each and I’m easily confused.
Lunch over, we left the brains trust to work on their coffee fuelled collaboration and returned to the van, for the final episode of this latest adventure on the moors. I had a location very much in mind, one that would involve squeezing Brenda through a narrow stone gateway along a bouncing track, before wandering down the valley to the river that gave its name to the nearby village my grandmother was born and grew up in more than a hundred years ago. We came here as children, and I was sure there was a pool somewhere along the river, where we used to dive into the cool water on hot summer afternoons, years before having to muster up snippets of what I hoped might pass for considered insight on the finances of the education sector and whether the jam should be added to the scone first.
I hadn’t been to the river here for over forty years. Had I imagined it? I was beginning to think so as I tramped through the bracken along its course, trying to remember exactly where the pool was. Perhaps it was somewhere else entirely. Everything seemed much wilder all these years later, with a deal more vegetation to hamper our progress than I could remember - at least Mother Nature was winning the odd small battle against the human juggernaut in these untainted spaces. When finally I found it, I still wasn’t sure that this was the place. It seemed smaller, more intimate. And where was the waterfall? Had my memory made that bit up, or was the pool fuller in late August when we used to visit every summer? I sat on a rock a few yards down, wellies removed, dangling my feet in the water. And then I heard a small voice calling me. To my lasting surprise, Ali, who really doesn’t like cold water, had stripped down to her underwear and was wading into the pool. Before I knew it she was fully immersed, swimming across its width, catching her breath as the shock caught up with her. There was nothing for it. Within minutes I’d also removed all but my modesty and joined her, feeling the burning sensation of the freezing river gradually subside, to bring a cooling tingle to the heat of the Dartmoor afternoon. A group of cows arrived and grazed above the bank, watching us with bemused interest.
Once again we were reminded why we took early retirement to escape the endless business of trying to sound as though we knew what we were talking about. Here, on a Wednesday afternoon in a bathing pool high up on the moors, we wondered whether any of that had ever really mattered.
While a precise UK-wide figure isn't available, police seized over 120,000 vehicles for no insurance in 2023 according to the Motor Insurers' Bureau.
How it works:
ANPR cameras:
Police use Automatic Number Plate Recognition (ANPR) cameras to scan vehicle licence plates.
MID check:
The system checks the scanned number plate against the Motor Insurance Database (MID) to see if the vehicle is insured.
Roadside action:
If a vehicle appears uninsured, officers can stop the driver and seize the vehicle at the roadside.
Consequences for uninsured drivers:
Vehicle seizure: The vehicle can be impounded by police.
Fixed penalty notice: A £300 fine may be issued.
Points on license: Six points can be added to the driver's licence.
Court appearance: Drivers may face a court appearance.
Unlimited fine: A court can impose an unlimited fine.
Driving ban: A ban from driving can be imposed.
Wellington, Somerset, UK.
Gwent Police - Ford Focus ST - ANPR / Roads Policing Unit - CN13 CGU
Many thanks for the officer for visit and photos
GMP, BMW 330d Saloon xDrive, LJ64 BZE, ANPR Interceptor, Seen at the Trafford Centre 999 Day on the 6th of August 2015
GMP, BMW 330d xDrive Tourer, LJ64 BTV, ANPR Interceptor Dog Unit, Seen at Openshaw Complex on the 18th of April 2015
Another view of St Michael's Mount (well, you can't have too many, can you?).
This is the viewpoint that most people see of Cornwall's iconic tourist crowd puller from the beach at Marazion, near Penzance.
As with many other car parks down in West Cornwall, the main car park now has ANPR cameras.
The good thing is that the charges now are more in keeping with how long you stay. Previously it was a standard £3.50, whether you stayed all day or just 10 minutes – a bit expensive if you just wanted to grab a photograph or a pasty.
Now though, the charges (as of July 2023) are as below:
Up to 1 hour: £1.00
Up to 2 hours: £2.50
Up to 3 hours: £4.00
Up to 5 hours: £5.00
Up to 10 hours: £7.50
Sent to me by someone who used to work for strathclyde police, that now works for north yorkshire police.
West Midlands Police BMW 330D Estate BX58 NCF (Door code OPS09/Roof code [circle] 20/F33).
Another vehicle with mismatched roof/door codes.
Just caught this as the officers left Steelhouse Lane police station, Birmingham, Oct 2010.
7 Police Man Arresting 1 Man - City Hall - Coolsingel - Rotterdam - Holland
1 on top of him, 4 to hold his arms and legs and 2 for security
...the Moroccan man got crazy only after they asked him for his ID at a police control where the police showed the new ANPR (Automatic Number Plate Recognition) system to the press.... I was standing 2 metres from this.
He was a quite annoying at the control post. So the police only asked him for his ID. He freaked out and threw all the papers in his wallet over the street. He became very agressive to the policemen. So they asked him friendly to stop or to leave. He did not.....
Laying there he was screaming like a pig.