Books for reading, and relaxation, i.e. fiction, are in the second bedroom, but await being put in order (can't do it all at once - but will get there, eventually).
Sarah drove over and spent a day with us earlier this week. Yesterday we motored over to near Wisbech to see an old friend (in both senses) then met up with Roy, an old school friend and Janet, his wife. Had a pub lunch and swapped all the family gossip (always easy to pick up the threads with people you've known for a lifetime).
Must go - presence being demanded to help sort books.
P.s. Roy always asks to be remembered to Carl (i.e. Crowbard.)
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Fondest memories of Roy, his dog and the Dobbin... Annie Speechley and Mrs Pears are mixed in with those memories, not forgetting seances with the Overlunds. I seem to recall Roy's mother bellowing "Doont y g'nigh that 'oss!" across three fields.
You and Roy set me on the scientific pathway encouraging me to test the air-resistance of hessian from the top of hay-stacks and such-like heights. I award you nul points for parachute design!
Nul points !!!?
It came down, didn't it??
Nul points !!!?
It came down, didn't it??
It came down all too swiftly Mike. I fear you failed to grasp the GRAVITY of the situation in which you placed me!
I seem to remember making quite sure (well usually) that there was about four foot of hay as a landing point around the base of the hay stack from which the test pilot was descending holding on to the parachute being tested. Also this was in the early days of the Eagle Comic, you know - Dan Dare, etc. so all precautions HAD to be taken. when experimenting. Anyway, I think you were doing very well to land (tee-hee) the job of acting, unpaid, test pilot - think of the kudos!!!!
Kudos you can keep, Mike! Bruises still haven't entirely faded away, 65 years on....
But O. K. it was exciting too.
In fact you did keep the kudos, which at the time I took to mean payment in Spanish coinage, I thought you promised escudos.... gold.... doubloons... pieces of eighty (although I didn't really understand inflation at the time, I assumed it was another system of taxation).
I seem to remember doing something similar with a cousin of mine. We set up a rope and a block and pulley between two trees. We fought over who would go first. Being slightly the smaller I lost and had to allow him the honour of going first. Unfortunately we hadn't allowed for slack and the fact that there was a barbed wired fence between the two trees. One of the few fights I was very glad I lost xxx
No difficulty working out which cousin it was. Your childhood was not so much the Famous Five as the Naughty Nine (counting the cousins across the park.)
I thought the Venney's were across the park West of the coppice with the tumble-down solar and the cousins were t'other side of the farm... or was the cousins new-build across the park, set back a bit? It all gets a bit muddled since Tempus went and fuggited...
Dear Crowbard, Ann's senior Brother built a large modern house at the far end of the park, well away from the road. We retained the orchard, the pond, the folley, and about an acre of parkland, together with the old Manor House. Mick retained about seven acres of parkland. This gave the children, our five, and Mick and Erica's four a great deal of space to play in and should have resulted in an idyllic
childhood. Looking back, I think (to a large extent) it did. Listening to some of the stories they tell, It's surprising my hair didn't go white. Well, as you know, it did! but I mean even sooner than it did.
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