Another Second Blog of the Day!!!!

I just wanted to slightly qualify my blog in that my observations regarding the Isle of Portland did not take into account two factors that could have enhanced substantially my appreciation of the place.

1. Quarry Sculpture
I diverted from the coast path to pass through a disused quarry reputed for sculptors practising their art. It looked interesting.

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2. Me
Just the fact that I was there today walking all the way round it, spreading Elven vibes added enormous value.

The Island is by the sea, obviously as it’s an island – it could have been in a big lake – but it’s in the same class as the World Heritage Coast in Cornwall. It’s ruined by past primary industrial defecation. Give me decent inland rather than indecent island any day.

Can I just say before I go how much I owe to Wilson. He’s been a brick, even though he was wounded by barbed wire early on. As soon as you give an inanimate object a name it assumes a personality in your mind. Not at human level but at least at dog level and Wilson doesn’t leave toxic plastic bags on the coastal path. His personality traits are reliability, durability and never complaining. A lot of people have referred to Wilson and we clearly relate to him. I say him because Wilson’s a masculine name innit!

My first car was a Morris Minor, 1955 split windscreen, black, XNU362 and his name was Tank. Ten years of faithful service. He did over 150,000 miles, unheard of in those days. My late school days and university years are warm in my memory thanks largely to Tank and what he helped me do, with good friends and special friends. I started courting the most beautiful girl in the school with Tank – Margaret Lomas. I wasn’t going to be fully happy until that name was Margaret Smith. I’m still fully happy that she did, and I can guarantee that she’s still the most beautiful girl Thornbridge School ever educated. What a looker – her age (60) – remains a secret.