Do We Somehow Absorb The Events Happening As We Are Born?
I don’t mean in an astrological way, as that is a load of old rubbish. But surely the state, feelings and emotions of the mother, must be passed to the child!
When our first son was born in 1969, everybody was on edge for the first moon landing. But it all turned out well! Gayle Hunnicutt whose own son was born at the same time, said her son was placid. Was ours? Perhaps as a young child, but not like how Gayle described her son.
I was born on the 16th August 1947, just a day after India gained independence. I am a few hours late to be one of Midnight’s Children. Has it affected me? I love India and most things Indian. I’ve been twice and hopefully I’ll go again. I’ve just watched John Sergeant’s excellent documentary on Indian railways, which talked eloquently about the tragedy and violence of partition, when around a 1,000,000 people died. It must have been in the papers and on the radio around the time I was born. I’ve also heard of this violence from a man, who at the time was a young officer in the British Army trying to move civilians to safety in soft-skinned vehicles. He wouldn’t talk about it.
In Sergeant’s documentary, we saw how the tragedy still continues, with India and Pakistan refusing to forget the violence and emnity and try to build a better future.
Today London showed how bad that relationship has become, with Pakistan playing Australia at the neutral venue of Lords. Judging by the fact that Pakistan are on top, they will claim victory, when in truth they have been defeated by the terrorists, who have forced them to play in England.
We must learn to renounce violence and surely the Indian sub-continent has seen enough in the last seventy years.
Dangerous Roads in the UK
This is an interesting report with some solid conclusions.
It also said.
Improved junctions and markings, along with resurfacing with high friction, anti-skid treatments, saw the number of serious accidents fell from 27 between 2003 and 2005 to seven in the following three years.
IT all goes to show we should analyse problems and then take the right actions, rather than just make a simple knee-jerk decision.
The Levington Ship
On the way back from Felixstowe, we stopped for a glass of Aspalls at the Levington Ship.
The Levington Ship
We actually arrived at the time I needed to take my Warfarin, so I asked the landlord for a glass of tapwater. IT was no problem.
But then you’d expect that sort of sdervice from a pub that serves beer in the traditional Suffolk way by gravity.
Gravity Fed Adnams
A Walk at Felixstowe Ferry
Afterwards we had a pleasant walk in the sun along the sea wall towards the golf course and the Martello Towers.
There are some more pictures of Felixstowe Ferry here, taken in worse weather.
Felixstowe Ferry
As a child, I spent a lot of time at Felixstowe Ferry. Yesterday, I was going to the dentist in the town, so before, we went to have lunch and a stroll there. We also had an excellent lunch in the Ferry Boat Inn.
Ferry Boat Inn, Felixstowe Ferry
The pub looks very similar to how I remember it as a child, but then it was a Tolly Cobbold pub, and now it serves mainly Adnams. But the lettering on the wall is still the same.
Inside is rather different, as the barrels of beer are no longer stacked behind the bar and there is a restaurant. But I have a feeling that the clock on the wall is the same, as I can remember sitting there with my father and Pete, who was an usher at my weeding to C in 1968.
Today, we had a glass of Aspalls each, with sea bass for me and proper fish and chips for my companion. Note that the sea bass was wild, not farmed, and apparently landed at Colchester
Lunch at The Ferry Boat Inn, Felixstowe Ferry
They knew their gluten rules too!
It does seem that this part of East Suffolk is doing its best to fight its way out of the recession, by doing things well.
Are Some Cars More Disabled-Friendly Than Others?
I’m not driving obviously, but the Jaguar did need its little check on oil, water and windscreen washer fluid.
I did it with ease and all the locks, levers and caps came to hand and were easily released with one hand. So has one car manufacturer thought about design for everybody, who might use their vehicles? Some of the new electronic systems I’ve seen in new cars, seem to have been designed by computer gamers, who have no idea how those over fifty think and behave! In any designs I have created, I have hopefully always taken the profile of the user into account. It’s rule one in design.
A Coeliac-Friendly Pier
As I walked down Southwold Pier, I saw this notice.
A Coeliac-Friendly Pier
If you can’t read it, it says that on the first Saturday of evry month, gluten-free fish and chips are served in the restaurants. I went to investigate and found that they had Aspalls on draught, coeliac-friendly crisps and that they always have gluten-free cakes available.
If you check the Pier’s web site, they have a Coeliac-UK logo on the front smd here‘s details of their fish and chips.
Perhsps we’re not so silly here in Suffolk.
Quantum Tunnelling Telescope
This quantum tunelling telescope is on Southwold Pier
Quantum Tunnelling Telescope
Find out how it was made here.
The Brewing Capital of the World
Milwaukee in Wisconsin claims, this but they don’t produce beer, but some form of pasturised chemical fizz, that has about as much in common with real beer, as CAMRA would know it, as petrol has with the finest Scotch or Irish Whisky.
I should say though that a Suffolk friend, once claimed that the sign on the outskirts of Milwaukee, proclaiming the city to be the brewing capital of the world, had been painted with a Chad and the phrase “Wot About Southwold”. I suspect, if it had, he’d done it himself.
Southwold is a sleepy seaside resort on the Suffolk coast, with a pier, a nice beach,a lighthouse, proper beach huts, restaurants and pubs and of course Adnams brewery.
After Dunwich, we travelled a few kilometres up the coast and parked by the pier, before walking along the front and having a coffee.
On To Dunwich
After Sizewell, we moved on to Dunwich, a city that disappeared into the North Sea. Read The Lost City of Dunwich by Nicholas Comfort for more details.
These days, Dunwich is just a beach, some ruins and one street with a good pub and a very good museum, that cost just a pound to enter. Surely, it must be one of the best little museums in East Anglia, if not in the whole of the UK. But then Suffolk people don’t do things by halves or wait for large amounts of Government subsidy. They just get on with it and use their own resources to do what is best.
Main Street, Dunwich
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