Today is another boring day. The highlight was taking the rubbish down for collection tomorrow and eating a bad lunch. This comprised a (reduced price) veggie lunch which claimed to be a 'Turkey Wheat Protein' thing. Having cooked it, been scared by the noise of the alarm that I forgot was on the oven, and chewed my way through this 'wheaten' mass, I came to the conclusion that it was in fact bread! This I reckoned because of the word 'Wheat.' Take wheat, mix with various things, add nuts, cook forever, and wonder why you did not just make a thick sandwich? 'Thick' was a word going through my mind. Maybe I ought to read the labels better rather than just look at the price?
Anyway, here is an old picture of what was once a thriving port called Maldon. A few years since I was there last, and I kind of miss being by the sea, even if it is just this little estuary. Ships did sail far from here in times past, a great many of the Barges sailing up the Thames to London carrying various goods, often agricultural to London, other goods in return. Huge loads often on the barges but only two men usually operating the vessel.
Like Maldon the two railway museums will have been missing visitors. This very evocative view of the water tower at the Colne Valley Railway reminds me off a good day there before Covid. Quite quiet that day so it was possible to get around with little trouble. A trip on the DMU was included, though we did not go far, and plenty to see for a museum with so little space. I like that sort of museum.
When in Colchester one time I came upon this school. It had a very attractive 1920's type building (possibly earlier) and above the doors there were signs indicating for whom the doors belonged. We had nothing like this on our 1932 primary, though we were segregated into boys and girls, and today sadly the kids are mixed together at all times. I disagree with this as male and female are made differently, boys and girls need to play with their own kind and this forced mixing is not good. Even if they were separated on say, Tuesday and Thursday only, this would enable them to develop much better.
The results of present day cohesion are all around us, boys who think they are girls, girls who think they are boys. Confusion reigns in many young minds rather than being allowed to be what you are made. Good grief that gives enough problems anyway, why did women teachers insist on this as it does no-one any good.
How many of you still have one of these lying around the house? That is, hidden in a cupboard, unsused and with nothing to add it on to. I have one in a cupboard, I have records, mostly scratched, and possibly ruined by the cold weather. No way of playing them now. However, many people are buying such records, money can be made, but I am not parting with mine...
