Grandad Fuzzy recommends Guinness. He gave me this bottle and I was happy until I tried to get the top off. Then I found it was a stress-busting rubber ... DUMMY! What's the number of Childline again?
Midge watching Casla from the safety of Ann's knee. Cats hiss, dogs bark and wag their tails in her face - it's like a zoo here, hence the worried look.
Sadie is learning how to use a mobile phone and is persevering with Microsoft Office. Checking invoices is a little more difficult when you can't read.
Jupiter, I think. Or it's dirt on the sensor! I used a 400mm lens and 2x converter, and this is the largest blow-up possible. ISO 2000, 1/1000th second at f/8. Could do better!
The Science Museum also has the Supermarine S6b, the aircraft that won the Trophy outright for Britain. Its Rolls Royce R engine is the same size as the much later Griffon, a third larger than the Merlin and developing more than twice the horsepower of the Mark Two Spitfire behind. The fixed pitch prop is very coarse and must have taken ages to get the aircraft off the sea.
I discovered the trophy in the Science Museum. I'd never even seen a photo of it. It's surprisingly erotic and surrounded on the base by octopuses! The nymph is kissing one of four men rising from the waves.
Ann and I visited Madingley on a very drear and drizzly New Year's Day. This sailor died on 28th December 1943, and his grave had been visited recently, the engraved name being filled in with sand so that it stood out.