A Gunnersbury old boy has sent round a school picture taken in 1947. This was nine years before I joined the school, but some quite familiar faces look out from it; masters, good and bad, mostly the latter. It is, of course, an overreaction on my part, but it all reminds me of Dotheboys Hall; and it’s not 1947 but 1847… Christ! I can see Wackford Squeers in the middle row…
Sunrise over Clacton
“Time and tide,” quoth the poet, “wait for no man…”, and one of the realities of sailing, which we need to constantly remind ourselves, we do for pleasure, is that from time to time it is necessary to get up really early in the morning to catch the tide. But there are compensations, because occasionally there are some wonderful sights to see.
Sunrise over Clacton (which it was) was perfect, with the sun’s disc clearly visible, bisected by the horizon. Some time later, and looking in the other direction, the wide angle of the iPhone was, unfortunately, not quite wide enough to record the whole of a complete rainbow with Bradwell Power Station at its centre. Perhaps I should send the picture to the Chinese embassy…
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