Not Read The Bit About Her Knickers Before.

Walking to see the Clipper race heading out past the coastguard station, we took a short cut through the park and found this car in the duck pond. Sunday is the day that the local model boat club meet and they had quite happily gone ahead, using the car as some sort of obstacle. I am still trying to work out how someone got a car through the narrow paths that lead up the pond but this must be possible because on the return journey we came across a large breakdown truck winching the car up onto its flatbed. I can just see the excitement on the face of the local reporter.

The Secret Life Of Arthur Ransome was a gem, which makes me wonder why the BBC don’t trail such programmes any more. It’s almost as if they are ashamed of the things they do best. I know that this is all to do with ratings which even the BBC has to pander to these days but some sense of loyalty to their past remit should come through occasionally. Ransome’s autobiography mentioned most of the stuff that was in the show. You may suspect that some of the programme was drammed up but he mentioned almost all of it and if you were crossing the lines of a Russian civil war, some sort of precarious journey would have been inevitable. Of course the whole thing had no conclusion, something which will have to wait for the discovery and release of further KGB and British Intelligence files. As I said yesterday, all this good spy stuff shines out of the Swallows and Amazons books.