Bacchus wrote:
I remember melting snow to drink and wash...pipes frozen. Going to bed with hotwater bottle, dog and chilblains. Ice forming on the inside of windows, and plugs emerging from milk left at doorstep. Ah! the good old days.
Yeah, horse hair palliass, hob nail boots, starting handle for the car, Rayburn back boiler, run on other peoples card board boxes, left at the back of Wallis (old supermarket chain)
Nah, seriously - Young blood GK, nothing was going to bring us down
Ba, I never found any booty off the Cornish coast. Plenty of wonderful timber out there on the blue. But we did run into a few dead whales over the years. Regrettably large merchant ships would run them down. Also, before sat nav, large ships would trail a large brass prop log on a stainless steel wire. You could get decappitated by that wire, if you sailed close to the stern at night, the damn thing would trail out by 200 - 300 meters or more, and the ship would be doing 25 knots or so.
Navigation instruments are unrecognisable from the kit vessels had some 30 years ago. No decent radar except on the RN. Merchantmen could run you down unless you turned on every nav light possible on board. In a big and long sea off Cornwall, a 35 - 40ft mast head lantern dissapears into the troughs.
Great days - young blood.
Still snowing here - A foot and one third (there you are Ba) deep in places at the top of the grden, about 10 inches in my back yard between the roofs and on the patio. Quite serious for the local authority, one B road near here has a drop of grit on it. Many other tiny streets almost flat, you cant see where the gutter and curb stones were. Never seen this much, just north of the river. Very very quiet apart from the occasional overhead plane to the USA.