Last weekend was fairly unremarkable as I started to, at long last, fall into an established routine brought on by retirement, winter and lockdown. The previous week had been most pleasant and I was able resume almost daily walking. On Sunday, the snow returned as an advent to a much speculated beast from the east.
I had intended to tune into Litchfield Cathedral’s Sunday Eucharist, but somehow, didn’t get around to it. Apart from going over the road for lunch on Sunday, I am not leaving the house until this present weather system has moved off…it won’t be here for ever.
Netflix series “The Durrells” came highly recommended. I chose to try it out, and although I will watch it to the end, I find much of it embarrassingly over-acted and unrealistically silly. But there’s just enough to endear me to the real-life characters. And it’s a good antidote to the endless interruptions of trailers and commercials on regular T.V.
In 1909, Fishguard on the South Wales coast became an anchor port for Cunard sailings from New York to the U.K. Speed was of the essence 112 years ago as it has always been. London could be reached at least a day earlier than if sailing to Liverpool and travelling from there. But, the advent of WW1 put paid to this short cut, and sailings resumed from Southampton circa 1920. However, commemorative souvenir mugs were created at the start of this short-lived service, which was much promoted at the time.
Thanks for reading, David 23.19hrs 9/2/21.
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