It was cold this morning. With a negative temperature as I left the house and a stiff breeze blowing giving a -5C windchill, I could have done with a bit better cover on my head. I need to look out my balaclava, it’s a nice bright blue one. It’s somewhere about.
Tonight, I am supposed to write about my current book, but ordinarily I would be writing about one of my magazines, Country Walking turned jump last week. I’ve read it, and enjoyed doing so. But, unlike most editions, this month’s didn’t having me jumping up and down with enthusiasm. Normally, there’s an article or two that drives me to write.
We went out for a walk on Saturday. Not by chance, we walked past Richard Martin’s Gallery. For quite a while now, there has been, well not a book, a collection of leaflets by the Gosport Historical Records Society, I presume the fore runner to the Gosport Society. The leaflets were written in the Seventies. Fifty years ago. This is a history book.
I’m still on the first leaflet. The first article was a reproduction of an article written in 1802 about a person entering Gosport for the first time. Let’s just say it wasn’t very complimentary. It was mainly a sanitary affair. A very interesting read.