Although if you believe the gloomier variety of pundit out there, we here in the Allotment Of Eden are going to be experiencing these things sooner rather than later, thanks to global warming. Or was it aliens? Anyway, thank you global warming for making our future so much more - exciting.
I see one of the prospective methods of preventing a hurricane, or tropical cyclone, was to literally blow it apart with nuclear weapons. I think this is a classic case of the cure being worse than the disease. "Hello, citizens of Savannah! Please remain indoors for the next 48 hours. Do not look out of the windows. Avoid getting wet. Any loud noise you hear will either be thunder or a W48 nuclear warhead going off. Stay safe now!"
Anyway, having introduced both weather and nuclear weapons, both subjects close to my fusion-powered pumping unit, I revert back to weather. Art?
The view from The Mansion's kitchen |
"Gun Button To Fire" By Tom Neil
Now we get to the Hurricanes, these being British fighter aircraft of the Second Unpleasantness. This autobiography is by one who flew into the jaws of death with the RAF; yes, the Battle of Britain again, as writ by one who was there. Art?
My edition |
For all the occasional terror and derring-do involved, there was also any amount of stooging around protecting marine convoys or, Tom's pet dislike, maintaining a patrol line between Maidstone and Canterbury, where "Lumba" (Air Traffic Control) would insist that there were Teuton aircraft about, when there weren't.
A Hurricane. Just so we're clear. |
Being another of Britain's tidal islands, which Conrad freely admits he finds interesting, and he hopes you do, too. Because you're going to get this article anyway, whether you like it or not. I'm horrid like that.
This particular island - it would help if Art could grace us with a picture -
Thank you, Art |
Here an aside. Nowadays we call it the "Ministry of Defence" but back in the days of Empire when there was none of this namby-pamby PC nonsense, we called it "The War Office" and meant it. Mess with the British Empire and we will wage WAR upon you! Yes by jingo. That put the shivers up the back of Johnny Foreigner; railways, the Gatling gun and the Royal Navy.
Burrow with the tide out |
Ah Yes The Cat
Looking at the photo below, one can imagine what is going through her head:
"Good lord, what was in that catnip?" or, more likely, "Why am I still hungry?"
The answer to that latter question, madam, is because Edna got up onto the table and ate all your food, whilst you were dozing in triumph in my Sekrit Layr.
Edna, unrepentant. Probably also rather full. |
* Do you see - O you do.
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