Firstly, I need to apologise for last nights post. It really was quite a dreadful piece of writing. I was supposed to write about the weather. I wanted to make it an article about meteorology rather than just the weather, but I lost it completely.
It was a case of just get something published. I usually try and write between 7 & 8 in the evening, like tonight, things had intruded to defeat me. I’m determined that tonight’s epistle will be of a better quality.
In terms of writing, apart from last night, it has been a good week. I had the episode of the trolly, let alone the emptying of the pond, which I found out last night was being emptied to be cleared of weed. Apparently, the Cockleponds are on a national list of model boating lakes, and the weed interferes with the boats, so it has to be cleared. Which is obviously a good thing, and is very good to know.
There has been a visitation of ships;
Of course, the emptying of cockle ponds meant the loss of “my pets” I know they aren’t, it I have enjoyed watching them and it has become entertainment amongst my amateur radio friends, so the loss is being sorely felt. I emailed the council to ask what was going on with the ponds. I might have had a reply today, I haven’t been able to check yet.
I had another problem with the book of the week. Bede’s Ecclesiastical History of the English People, first published nearly 1,300 years ago, is a remarkable piece of work for the view it gives us of lives in the centuries leading up its publication, where Bede drew upon the resources available to him at the time. I got myself well and truly ied up in there religious aspects, rather than the book.
And we ended it all with last nights seriously feeble piece. I’ll try not to let that happen again.
Today we paid a visit to the Weald & Downlands Living Museum, north of Chichester. Very interesting, and I think it would be even better if Covid had affected operations, and there had been more people living in character – not a criticism of the museum, it has been an unfortunate victim of circumstances. I’m glad that we contributed even if only a little bit to it’s operation.