It’s not so much that this is a diary, it isn’t really. It’s my meanderings, which you are kind enough to read. But there are times, moments I suppose of history, which are worth marking. The last and biggest for me was being in Berlin in November 1989, when the wall came down. I’m not going to write about that tonight, but I am going to write about Tier 4, just a little bit. Of course we are upset about the whole covid thing, the disruption it has caused. It is fortunate for me that I have been able to do by far the largest part of my job from home. I somehow knew that plans forChristmas wouldn’t last, and they haven’t. But we adapt, and survive to celebrate another day.
I went out for a walk today, down the railway line (as was, now a path & cycle track – and a good one at that). Along Clay Hall Lane, down to the waterfront at the Haslar Sea wall (the picture, unusually for me, the picture is relevant to at least part of today’s post. I enjoy going to the sea wall and spending a couple of hours there watching the ships, having a chat with people on GB3IW (do I need to explain that?), taking pictures of ships as they move. I usually take my full camera and my spotter scope so I can get a good look at things. Wrong time of year for anything other than a quick look.
I walked along Haslar Road that runs between the Qinetiq establishment and the now (non-operational) Haslar Naval Hospital, from Clayhall to The Submarine Museum, it’s just under half a mile of what is probably one of the most boring roads in the country, the road is bordered on either side by a (I think) 10 foot high brick wall. In the summer, it’s like walking across the Sahara, in the winter it can be like walking down a wind tunnel.
I only got rained on once. It was a very nice walk.