In 2003 after retiring, my parents moved from the Midlands and as they wanted to be by the sea and the railway, Dawlish was top of the list.

My Dad had worked on the railways for as long as I could remember, In fact, one of my first memories is going to work with my Dad to a signal box (possibly Basingstoke) and helping him pull the signal levers.

In 2001 my Dad was a tour guide for Great Rail Journeys and loved doing this until he was taken ill in 2008.

Once in Dawlish, my Dad also continued his passion of helping out with the scouts and became a Group Scout Leader for the Dawlish Scouts.

In the Autumn of 2009 my Uncle Russell made me aware that this Christmas was probably going to be his last so I decided to leave Nuneaton and move down to Dawlish to help my Mum look after him.

During this difficult time I used to walk along the sea wall daily to clear my mind and was overwhelmed by the power of the waves hitting the sea wall. The thunder like thud used to send shivers down my spine.

I always thought that if there was a way to capture just a tiny part of that experience for people to see or hear, I knew they would fall in love.

My Dad passed away in early 2010 and I continued my daily trips to the sea wall at high tide still pondering on how I can share this experience to people that have never been to Dawlish.

A couple of years later I moved to Exeter for work commitments and really missed my sea wall walks. My friend had recently moved in to a house on the sea front and I asked if I could put a camera in their garden.

I got the OK and spent many months researching professional cameras for the job. Broadband was ordered and I had the activation date 3rd of February. The ISP delayed the install until March and then the huge storm hit. Sadly I didn’t get to record the storm but I still had a camera in tact.

We went live on the 4th March 2014 and had over 500 viewers watching as we turned the camera on for the first time.

My Dad’s ashes were scattered about 50 meters from San Remo cam long before SR was there, so I guess DB was meant to be.

Happy birthday Dad on what would have been your 72nd birthday. RIP

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