I wrote this on paper while having a drink... It is Saturday the 7th of October and almost two weeks since we recovered the main and mizzen masts from where they declined for a couple of years. Girl Marion 's masts stayed at her old mooring whilst I moved her to a yard on another river - the Hamble. The number of available slipways in the Solent area have decreased massively over the last twenty years; old yards have failed as the modern fibreglass boat displaces her older wooden sisters. Girl Marion's long overdue refit is taking a lot more time and resource than I'd be proud of. I am ashamed to say that very few people expect it to be finished and that she has nothing but decay to look forward to. However... This is not how I have ever or do now intend things to be done. The reasons, good though they may be, are irrelevant and it is now time to get things going again. And so back to the masts. Girl Marion is a ketch blessed with a gaff rig. I say blessed because al...
Framing Questions for Interviews
The fourteenth century is not one which the English celebrate with any great pride - if, indeed, at all. The population had been halved by the Black Death, two kings wrested from their throne, and English dreams of empire had crumbled in the attrition of the hundred years war. Not quite the end of the world, but you could definitely see it from there. In the candlelit Kentish dark, and with his quill on vellum, the then Clerk of Romney wrote up his Register. Daniel Rough added a short epigram which may well have been his critique on the times in which he lived: Si sapiens fore vis sex servus qui tibi mando Quid dicas et ubi, de quo, cur, quomodo, quando. If you wish to be wise I commend to you six servants Ask what, where, about what, why, how, when. Some six hundred years later, the relationship with France was healing, the British Empire far exceeded expectations, and a journalist called Rudyard Kipling had a story published in a womens' magazine. The Elephant's Chi...