I am a retired busybody, and I divide my time between Brum and Pompie; not necessarily in that order. That's when I can find the energy to make the drive to stay with relatives. I am now an armchair sailor. I sit in one of those robotic armchairs that Dame Thora used to advertise on the telly, and I dream of my halcyon days of yesteryear.
I am 78 now, and I was born on the lower
saloon of a Midland Red 'bus. It might have been worse, because it could have been a Stratford Blue, as that was where my parents had visited that fateful day. And if you believe that you'll believe anything.
I have sailed ever since I left the RN in 1964, but never got further than Powell's Pool in Sutton Park, Birmingham; although the true Sutton-ites will insist that Sutton Coldfield is actually in Warwickshire. I'm not a true Sutton-ite, but I agree with them. Birmingham Council have ruined the place. My sailing was in a home-built
dinghy; because I am a pretty good woodworker, and the skills were transferable! I didn't live in my little 'Windshear', but my wife kept telling me I might as well have done so, for all she saw of me.
Beside the by.
I have forgotten most of what I knew about sailing, except for the utter peace I felt whenever I got back on dry land; I get sick just walking over wet
grass. I never minded that and like many of my generation, I just carried on, after a brief internal rearrangement! I also
recall the great longing to sail around the world, (How original!) Not in Windshear of course, although that would have been a real adventure, agreed?
Looking forward to perusing the forum again; and I might even chip in, occasionally.
Thanks folks. Be well and happy 2017.
John