Drove to New Forest yesterday, to escape at least some of the post-Brexit madness. But can’t keep from buying papers and tracking BBC and CNN coverage to see what latest crazinesses have happened.
Came to a place called the Mill at Hordleton, only to find it full of people with tattoos and, this morning, suffering a sewage leak somewhere at the back of the ground floor.
Escaped later to Keyhaven and walked along the shingle spit to Hurst Castle, which was interesting, if profoundly ugly and deeply utilitarian. The original Tudor construction is almost totally swamped by the 19th century battery extensions. As we walked towards the structure, I commented that it looked like a prison – a role it served in the 1700s, we found out later.
Nice chat with a John Churchill from Banbury area as we walked the shingle, an angler who had been after black bream, bass and mackerel (though they haven’t yet arrived, he said).
Fascinated to see the sea cabbage, which I tasted and found delicious. Picked up one of scores of cuttlefish bones (or cuttlebones) scattered along the foreshore, struck by the complex layering – as if the thing had been 3-D printed.
The car-park back at Keyhaven was full of vintage cars, which had me wondering whether the British Isles, post-Brexit, will settle back into its dotage as an open-air museum.
Can’t help myself tweeting on the subject. Seeing Boris Johnson carping on today on the front page of the Daily Telegraph about the need for the Government to spell out the good sides of Brexit, I tweeted an invitation to him to start the short-list – on the back of a business card.
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