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saumur2 said:
I really enjoy Dylan's content but find the style a little hard to read and a bit pretentious - each to his own I suppose.
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The Humber tides

My little boat is now on the Humber Estuary. She is 20 miles from the sea up a tiny side creek that dries to a trickle at low tide. Her curvaceous canoe sterned hull has created a perfectly formed female mould in the eight foot deep mud that fills Brough creek. How do I know that it is eight foot deep? Well I have pushed my depth testing pea stick down into the sensuous slickly gelatinous stuff until all that was left was the bit my hand was holding onto.
It only took me half an hour with a bucket of soapy water to clean the stick afterwards. Sometimes I amaze myself at the detailed research that guarantees the accuracy of these columns.
Katie L is not alone up Brough Creek. There are about forty other boats at the Humber Yawl Club (founded in 1883). Only one of them is a yawl but here is the amazing thing.... most of them are deep fin keel yachts. They occasionally get neaped in but even at low tide their keels never even come close to touching anything approaching hard ground.
The boats are moored bow-on to a rickety plastic barrel supported home built pontoon that snakes through the reeds. Their sterns are attached to massive chains that disappear down into the Humber mud. Apparently they lie in the creek bottom and emerge 20 yards away on the opposite bank of the creek where they are tethered to a collection of old posts.
Each member is supposed to be responsible for his own chain and post – although few of them have ever seen anything but the last link of their chains and even fewer know which post is theirs.
I love the idea that the creek bottom is criss crossed by scraps of old chain belonging to long dead members.
At high tide when a gale is blowing strongly from the south and the reeds are hissing and waving i n the wind the heavily fendered boats wiggle and jiggle against each other. At low tide the wind can howl and tear at the rigging all it likes. The boats sit solid and unyielding in their form fitting mud berths.
The Humber is famous for its tides. The range is only about 20 feet but the tidal parts of the estuary snake 70 miles inland all the way to York – or Yorvick as the Vikings called their capital. Before I saw the Humber for myself I could never really understand why they had chosen York. It is too far inland for these uber aggressive seafaring folk of the ancient World. Now that I have experienced the Humber tides for myself it all falls into place.
There is a lot of water to be squeezed in and out of the two mile wide estuary mouth twice a day. The spring tides run at up to eight knots. For me and Katie L to poke out into that magnificent surging stream is like stepping onto a moving walkway. Coming up the Humber for the first time we were doing over nine knots. That was not just the occasional surge down a wave but a continuous figure on the log. The wind was blowing up our tail but at least seven of the nine was coming from the tide.
These powerful and predictable currents were incredibly useful for commerce. Place a pointy box in the current at the right time and without so much as stirring an oar or raising a leather sail the box and its contents will move rapidly up or down the estuary. Grain, skins, metalwork, livestock and people can be moved around with almost no effort. Little wonder the Viking economy thrived on the Humber.
Today navigation buoys and cardinal marks on the Humber are shaped like tough little tug boats. The tide foams and froths at their bows and each one has a wake. When you are sailing on the Humber it really does look as though they are motoring towards you. A few of the buoy are the traditional round ones but they tend to oscillate in a really unsettling manner.
I get emails from lake and river sailors who have watched my films – they tell me that I am a brave bloke messing with such powerful forces. But I love them. I love to watch the two mile wide expanse of water drain twice a day to leave gentle sinuous glistening mud channels. A low tide sail when the river has gone quiet and all the commercial traffic is safely in port is a delight. I can gently drift past the banks watching the migrant birds gorging on the billions of tiny creatures that live in the mud.
Of course in the old days the Vikings, Saxons and Romans had no idea about how the miracle of the twice daily tides came about.
There was even a theory at one time that it was a Neptune-like creature who lived over the horizon. As he breathed water in and out of his massive body he caused the tides to surge backwards and forwards.
Fairly soon though the ancients realised that the tides grew and ebbed in strength as the moon waxed and waned. They invented a moon goddess who controlled the tides.
Of course we are much too civilised to believe such arrant nonsense because we now have science on our side. We now know that it is the gravitational force of the moon that drags the water back and forth as the Earth rotates.
Simple explanation of course. But as my teenagers would say “Not”.
Ask a scientist how gravity works and he/she will look down at their feet and start mumbling. It boils down to the fact that they believe that the molecules in the water are communicating with the molecules of the moon. It is all to do with the Higgs Boson particles which no-one has ever seen nor yet properly detected. The scientists call them the “god particles”.
So there you have it. The tides are caused by zillions of little gods on the moon talking to zillions of little gods in the sea.
I prefer the idea of a big green bloke over the horizon who breathes water in and out. Sounds much more likely to me.
 
I would suggest a visit to the maritime museum for another point of view about the humber from whaling to side trawlers of which I believe one is open to the public some of those hand thrown harpoons would make your eyes water fatima whitbread couldnt even lift one also the grimsby fishing heritage centre has a 1957 trawler the ross tiger worth a special trip trawling and whaling check it out cheers jerry you are at the very heart of the defunct british fishing industry dont miss out why dont you do a radio programme on it more interesting than those hindi fanatics where do fish fingers come from daddy feck me its hard work not punctuating
 
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jerrytug said:
I would suggest a visit to the maritime museum for another point of view about the humber from whaling to side trawlers of which I believe one is open to the public some of those hand thrown harpoons would make your eyes water fatima whitbread couldnt even lift one also the grimsby fishing heritage centre has a 1957 trawler the ross tiger worth a special trip trawling and whaling check it out cheers jerry you are at the very heart of the defunct british fishing industry dont miss out why dont you do a radio programme on it more interesting than those hindi fanatics where do fish fingers come from daddy feck me its hard work not punctuating
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I shall certainly do that

I am expecting to spend some time in Grimsby, Goole and Hull

Dylan
 
dylanwinter said:
The Humber tides

My little boat is now on the Humber Estuary. She is 20 miles from the sea up a tiny side creek that dries to a trickle at low tide. Her curvaceous canoe sterned hull has created a perfectly formed female mould in the eight foot deep mud that fills Brough creek. How do I know that it is eight foot deep? Well I have pushed my depth testing pea stick down into the sensuous slickly gelatinous stuff until all that was left was the bit my hand was holding onto.
It only took me half an hour with a bucket of soapy water to clean the stick afterwards. Sometimes I amaze myself at the detailed research that guarantees the accuracy of these columns.
Katie L is not alone up Brough Creek. There are about forty other boats at the Humber Yawl Club (founded in 1883). Only one of them is a yawl but here is the amazing thing.... most of them are deep fin keel yachts. They occasionally get neaped in but even at low tide their keels never even come close to touching anything approaching hard ground.
The boats are moored bow-on to a rickety plastic barrel supported home built pontoon that snakes through the reeds. Their sterns are attached to massive chains that disappear down into the Humber mud. Apparently they lie in the creek bottom and emerge 20 yards away on the opposite bank of the creek where they are tethered to a collection of old posts.
Each member is supposed to be responsible for his own chain and post – although few of them have ever seen anything but the last link of their chains and even fewer know which post is theirs.
I love the idea that the creek bottom is criss crossed by scraps of old chain belonging to long dead members.
At high tide when a gale is blowing strongly from the south and the reeds are hissing and waving i n the wind the heavily fendered boats wiggle and jiggle against each other. At low tide the wind can howl and tear at the rigging all it likes. The boats sit solid and unyielding in their form fitting mud berths.
The Humber is famous for its tides. The range is only about 20 feet but the tidal parts of the estuary snake 70 miles inland all the way to York – or Yorvick as the Vikings called their capital. Before I saw the Humber for myself I could never really understand why they had chosen York. It is too far inland for these uber aggressive seafaring folk of the ancient World. Now that I have experienced the Humber tides for myself it all falls into place.
There is a lot of water to be squeezed in and out of the two mile wide estuary mouth twice a day. The spring tides run at up to eight knots. For me and Katie L to poke out into that magnificent surging stream is like stepping onto a moving walkway. Coming up the Humber for the first time we were doing over nine knots. That was not just the occasional surge down a wave but a continuous figure on the log. The wind was blowing up our tail but at least seven of the nine was coming from the tide.
These powerful and predictable currents were incredibly useful for commerce. Place a pointy box in the current at the right time and without so much as stirring an oar or raising a leather sail the box and its contents will move rapidly up or down the estuary. Grain, skins, metalwork, livestock and people can be moved around with almost no effort. Little wonder the Viking economy thrived on the Humber.
Today navigation buoys and cardinal marks on the Humber are shaped like tough little tug boats. The tide foams and froths at their bows and each one has a wake. When you are sailing on the Humber it really does look as though they are motoring towards you. A few of the buoy are the traditional round ones but they tend to oscillate in a really unsettling manner.
I get emails from lake and river sailors who have watched my films – they tell me that I am a brave bloke messing with such powerful forces. But I love them. I love to watch the two mile wide expanse of water drain twice a day to leave gentle sinuous glistening mud channels. A low tide sail when the river has gone quiet and all the commercial traffic is safely in port is a delight. I can gently drift past the banks watching the migrant birds gorging on the billions of tiny creatures that live in the mud.
Of course in the old days the Vikings, Saxons and Romans had no idea about how the miracle of the twice daily tides came about.
There was even a theory at one time that it was a Neptune-like creature who lived over the horizon. As he breathed water in and out of his massive body he caused the tides to surge backwards and forwards.
Fairly soon though the ancients realised that the tides grew and ebbed in strength as the moon waxed and waned. They invented a moon goddess who controlled the tides.
Of course we are much too civilised to believe such arrant nonsense because we now have science on our side. We now know that it is the gravitational force of the moon that drags the water back and forth as the Earth rotates.
Simple explanation of course. But as my teenagers would say “Not”.
Ask a scientist how gravity works and he/she will look down at their feet and start mumbling. It boils down to the fact that they believe that the molecules in the water are communicating with the molecules of the moon. It is all to do with the Higgs Boson particles which no-one has ever seen nor yet properly detected. The scientists call them the “god particles”.
So there you have it. The tides are caused by zillions of little gods on the moon talking to zillions of little gods in the sea.
I prefer the idea of a big green bloke over the horizon who breathes water in and out. Sounds much more likely to me.
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This is horrible!

Far too many long paragraphs.

Too much punctuation

Are you not aware that the modern idiom has eschewed these anachronisms?

Keep it short

Use the carriage return

more often

Spell baddly

do not capitalise beginning of sentences

Please try to keep up
 
dylanwinter said:
The Humber tides

My little boat is now on the Humber Estuary. She is 20 miles from the sea up a tiny side creek that dries to a trickle at low tide. Her curvaceous canoe sterned hull has created a perfectly formed female mould in the eight foot deep mud that fills Brough creek. How do I know that it is eight foot deep? Well I have pushed my depth testing pea stick down into the sensuous slickly gelatinous stuff until all that was left was the bit my hand was holding onto.
It only took me half an hour with a bucket of soapy water to clean the stick afterwards. Sometimes I amaze myself at the detailed research that guarantees the accuracy of these columns.
Katie L is not alone up Brough Creek. There are about forty other boats at the Humber Yawl Club (founded in 1883). Only one of them is a yawl but here is the amazing thing.... most of them are deep fin keel yachts. They occasionally get neaped in but even at low tide their keels never even come close to touching anything approaching hard ground.
The boats are moored bow-on to a rickety plastic barrel supported home built pontoon that snakes through the reeds. Their sterns are attached to massive chains that disappear down into the Humber mud. Apparently they lie in the creek bottom and emerge 20 yards away on the opposite bank of the creek where they are tethered to a collection of old posts.
Each member is supposed to be responsible for his own chain and post – although few of them have ever seen anything but the last link of their chains and even fewer know which post is theirs.
I love the idea that the creek bottom is criss crossed by scraps of old chain belonging to long dead members.
At high tide when a gale is blowing strongly from the south and the reeds are hissing and waving i n the wind the heavily fendered boats wiggle and jiggle against each other. At low tide the wind can howl and tear at the rigging all it likes. The boats sit solid and unyielding in their form fitting mud berths.
The Humber is famous for its tides. The range is only about 20 feet but the tidal parts of the estuary snake 70 miles inland all the way to York – or Yorvick as the Vikings called their capital. Before I saw the Humber for myself I could never really understand why they had chosen York. It is too far inland for these uber aggressive seafaring folk of the ancient World. Now that I have experienced the Humber tides for myself it all falls into place.
There is a lot of water to be squeezed in and out of the two mile wide estuary mouth twice a day. The spring tides run at up to eight knots. For me and Katie L to poke out into that magnificent surging stream is like stepping onto a moving walkway. Coming up the Humber for the first time we were doing over nine knots. That was not just the occasional surge down a wave but a continuous figure on the log. The wind was blowing up our tail but at least seven of the nine was coming from the tide.
These powerful and predictable currents were incredibly useful for commerce. Place a pointy box in the current at the right time and without so much as stirring an oar or raising a leather sail the box and its contents will move rapidly up or down the estuary. Grain, skins, metalwork, livestock and people can be moved around with almost no effort. Little wonder the Viking economy thrived on the Humber.
Today navigation buoys and cardinal marks on the Humber are shaped like tough little tug boats. The tide foams and froths at their bows and each one has a wake. When you are sailing on the Humber it really does look as though they are motoring towards you. A few of the buoy are the traditional round ones but they tend to oscillate in a really unsettling manner.
I get emails from lake and river sailors who have watched my films – they tell me that I am a brave bloke messing with such powerful forces. But I love them. I love to watch the two mile wide expanse of water drain twice a day to leave gentle sinuous glistening mud channels. A low tide sail when the river has gone quiet and all the commercial traffic is safely in port is a delight. I can gently drift past the banks watching the migrant birds gorging on the billions of tiny creatures that live in the mud.
Of course in the old days the Vikings, Saxons and Romans had no idea about how the miracle of the twice daily tides came about.
There was even a theory at one time that it was a Neptune-like creature who lived over the horizon. As he breathed water in and out of his massive body he caused the tides to surge backwards and forwards.
Fairly soon though the ancients realised that the tides grew and ebbed in strength as the moon waxed and waned. They invented a moon goddess who controlled the tides.
Of course we are much too civilised to believe such arrant nonsense because we now have science on our side. We now know that it is the gravitational force of the moon that drags the water back and forth as the Earth rotates.
Simple explanation of course. But as my teenagers would say “Not”.
Ask a scientist how gravity works and he/she will look down at their feet and start mumbling. It boils down to the fact that they believe that the molecules in the water are communicating with the molecules of the moon. It is all to do with the Higgs Boson particles which no-one has ever seen nor yet properly detected. The scientists call them the “god particles”.
So there you have it. The tides are caused by zillions of little gods on the moon talking to zillions of little gods in the sea.
I prefer the idea of a big green bloke over the horizon who breathes water in and out. Sounds much more likely to me.
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Excellent, thank you.

Lodesman
 
it will never catch on

Lodesman77 said:
Excellent, thank you.

Lodesman
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thanks

I write a column for Small craft Advisor in the USA

http://smallcraftadvisor.com/

the money is terrible but I get the craziest emails and letters from yanks - which is a bigger reward than cash for the petrol tank

I offer the editors some pictures occasionally - but they say their readers prefer the regular columnists to rely just on words

to read it is like flicking through the pages of the past


Dylan
 
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Dylan,

I can see, having read your longer, more wordy, example, that you do not need images (take that as a compliment). However I suspect that those that might not have bought the prose, printed on a piece of paper, and might have short attention spans would find their eyes glazing over.

Whereas many might have been taught the idea of capital letters, full-stops and other arcane rules of grammer - an awful lot never remembered them. Politicians in different parts of the world are very fond of talking up their education system. Its not what is taught - its what is used.
 
dylanwinter said:
The Humber tides

My little boat is now on the Humber Estuary. She is 20 miles from the sea up a tiny side creek that dries to a trickle at low tide. Her curvaceous canoe sterned hull has created a perfectly formed female mould in the eight foot deep mud that fills Brough creek. How do I know that it is eight foot deep? Well I have pushed my depth testing pea stick down into the sensuous slickly gelatinous stuff until all that was left was the bit my hand was holding onto.
It only took me half an hour with a bucket of soapy water to clean the stick afterwards. Sometimes I amaze myself at the detailed research that guarantees the accuracy of these columns.
Katie L is not alone up Brough Creek. There are about forty other boats at the Humber Yawl Club (founded in 1883). Only one of them is a yawl but here is the amazing thing.... most of them are deep fin keel yachts. They occasionally get neaped in but even at low tide their keels never even come close to touching anything approaching hard ground.
The boats are moored bow-on to a rickety plastic barrel supported home built pontoon that snakes through the reeds. Their sterns are attached to massive chains that disappear down into the Humber mud. Apparently they lie in the creek bottom and emerge 20 yards away on the opposite bank of the creek where they are tethered to a collection of old posts.
Each member is supposed to be responsible for his own chain and post – although few of them have ever seen anything but the last link of their chains and even fewer know which post is theirs.
I love the idea that the creek bottom is criss crossed by scraps of old chain belonging to long dead members.
At high tide when a gale is blowing strongly from the south and the reeds are hissing and waving i n the wind the heavily fendered boats wiggle and jiggle against each other. At low tide the wind can howl and tear at the rigging all it likes. The boats sit solid and unyielding in their form fitting mud berths.
The Humber is famous for its tides. The range is only about 20 feet but the tidal parts of the estuary snake 70 miles inland all the way to York – or Yorvick as the Vikings called their capital. Before I saw the Humber for myself I could never really understand why they had chosen York. It is too far inland for these uber aggressive seafaring folk of the ancient World. Now that I have experienced the Humber tides for myself it all falls into place.
There is a lot of water to be squeezed in and out of the two mile wide estuary mouth twice a day. The spring tides run at up to eight knots. For me and Katie L to poke out into that magnificent surging stream is like stepping onto a moving walkway. Coming up the Humber for the first time we were doing over nine knots. That was not just the occasional surge down a wave but a continuous figure on the log. The wind was blowing up our tail but at least seven of the nine was coming from the tide.
These powerful and predictable currents were incredibly useful for commerce. Place a pointy box in the current at the right time and without so much as stirring an oar or raising a leather sail the box and its contents will move rapidly up or down the estuary. Grain, skins, metalwork, livestock and people can be moved around with almost no effort. Little wonder the Viking economy thrived on the Humber.
Today navigation buoys and cardinal marks on the Humber are shaped like tough little tug boats. The tide foams and froths at their bows and each one has a wake. When you are sailing on the Humber it really does look as though they are motoring towards you. A few of the buoy are the traditional round ones but they tend to oscillate in a really unsettling manner.
I get emails from lake and river sailors who have watched my films – they tell me that I am a brave bloke messing with such powerful forces. But I love them. I love to watch the two mile wide expanse of water drain twice a day to leave gentle sinuous glistening mud channels. A low tide sail when the river has gone quiet and all the commercial traffic is safely in port is a delight. I can gently drift past the banks watching the migrant birds gorging on the billions of tiny creatures that live in the mud.
Of course in the old days the Vikings, Saxons and Romans had no idea about how the miracle of the twice daily tides came about.
There was even a theory at one time that it was a Neptune-like creature who lived over the horizon. As he breathed water in and out of his massive body he caused the tides to surge backwards and forwards.
Fairly soon though the ancients realised that the tides grew and ebbed in strength as the moon waxed and waned. They invented a moon goddess who controlled the tides.
Of course we are much too civilised to believe such arrant nonsense because we now have science on our side. We now know that it is the gravitational force of the moon that drags the water back and forth as the Earth rotates.
Simple explanation of course. But as my teenagers would say “Not”.
Ask a scientist how gravity works and he/she will look down at their feet and start mumbling. It boils down to the fact that they believe that the molecules in the water are communicating with the molecules of the moon. It is all to do with the Higgs Boson particles which no-one has ever seen nor yet properly detected. The scientists call them the “god particles”.
So there you have it. The tides are caused by zillions of little gods on the moon talking to zillions of little gods in the sea.
I prefer the idea of a big green bloke over the horizon who breathes water in and out. Sounds much more likely to me.
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Enjoyed reading it, thanks. Keep 'em coming, please.
 
the worth of words

Neeves said:
Dylan,

I can see, having read your longer, more wordy, example, that you do not need images (take that as a compliment). However I suspect that those that might not have bought the prose, printed on a piece of paper, and might have short attention spans would find their eyes glazing over.

Whereas many might have been taught the idea of capital letters, full-stops and other arcane rules of grammer - an awful lot never remembered them. Politicians in different parts of the world are very fond of talking up their education system. Its not what is taught - its what is used.
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Applying a market value to words is not an easy thing to do

certainly the real world value of 1000 words has been in steady decline since I started out a few decades ago

when I started the £100 a thousand was worth having and would cover two days of research and even a bit of a journey to go to talk to some-one because they paid £50 a picture

now the £100 a thousand barely covers the time involved in bashing out the copy - and leaves nothing for researching something. Pictures are supplied FOC

Over recent years I have feeding my family by waving a microphone or video camera around than I could ever make from pure words - of course if I was talented then I could be a member of the elite wordsmiths. But I have always been a mere hack

Most of the words written today (even the ones that ghave been paid for) never get as far as paper and ink. They stay in the digital world and hang around like old fossils. All the tech forum posts I made when having problems with Windows 98 and video hard disks are still sitting on servers somewhere and turn up on deep word searches.

The millions of words I wrote for the specialist press and the National newspapers are still sitting in moldering paper archives because they are not worth digitising

Ity is a confusing world - but I do know that the market for dense blocks of copy, heavily punctuated and subbed and refined before being printed with coal tar inks onto bits of mashed up tree is in terminal decline

as a hack.... it is a case of shift or die

at 58 it is a case of managed decline

so I shall keep on hitting that tab button and ignoring the upper case key...... it is the modern way

Dylan
 
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dylanwinter said:
now the £100 a thousand barely covers the time involved in bashing out the copy - and leaves nothing for researching something. Pictures are supplied FOC
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...and therein lies another story on the value of media product. Unless it's an up-skirt shot of some celebrity (I use the term in the loosest sense) then it has little value.
If it's a naked Royal with a naked bird on his back.
Print your own cheque, sir.

(Sorry, got carried away, cheques have withered and died as well)
 
Dylan,

The fault is not yours but the media companies. They have been overtaken by the 'internet' as the replacement of 'paper' but have not devised a way to profit. And without the way to generate income they cannot pay for independent authors and without a new stream of ideas and well honed words they will slowly die.

As examples, Snooks is providing free video of boat tests on YBW, ask an engineering question on YBW and Vyv will answer, free. A well known anchor company managed to almost look to dominance without buying a single printed advert. YBW is not unique there are lots of forum (ask that well known anchor company - they were on them all, free of charge) and the forum offer free technical advise, free cruising guides (I saw one on YBW for Tasmania only a few days ago), free yacht reviews (see Snooks videos) etc. The posts might not be valid, the posts might not be well researched, the posts might not even be true - but who will be left to say.

I note your comment on discouragement toward any serious research and wonder who will make Snook's videos when he is no longer employed (they must be horrendously expensive) and who will develop Vyv's knowledge base (without the financial backing of the paper giant)? We will enjoy the few willing to devote effort, because they have some personal motivation - but I suspect they will not be enough.

I note that PBO has a questionaire on their forum - short termism at its best.

Serious technical reviews will die and we will be left, one shudders, with the concept developed by that anchor company and the weaknesses it eventually exposed.

We will lose abilities such as your to paint a picture with words and it will be a poorer place.
 
I fear in the long term that my Library of maritime books will be no more than a quaint museum exhibit. I love their look, their feel & even the smell. Reading a printed book, especially an old one (some of mine are C19th) is a tactile experience that cannot be reproduced digitally.

A Kindle may carry the words of hundreds of books, but they are sterile & tedious to read. Convenience, even cost, is not the essence of value, they are only a minor part.

We have had photographs for around 150 years & digital storage of pictures for about 50 years, yet people stil paint & paintings are still bought & commissioned. Could hand bound craft printed books remain as a specialist art form, I wonder? I like to hope so.
 
Just watched your youtube vids and must say that I'm pleased that your enjoying the river so much. How close you came to passing it by eh?
Take it you'll have heard a few of Dick's merry yarns after he helped you berth!.... one of many characters down that place!
Enjoy!
 
ean_p said:
Just watched your youtube vids and must say that I'm pleased that your enjoying the river so much. How close you came to passing it by eh?
Take it you'll have heard a few of Dick's merry yarns after he helped you berth!.... one of many characters down that place!
Enjoy!
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I can assure you that Dylan has NO intention of passing by Any tiny creek on his circumnav. That is what is so refreshingly different about his journey, and why he may never complete it.

Far too many zip around the country without actually visiting any of it - they treat our sceptred isle as a race track to be lapped as fast as possible rather than as a cruising ground par excellence.
 
Searush said:
I fear in the long term that my Library of maritime books will be no more than a quaint museum exhibit. I love their look, their feel & even the smell. Reading a printed book, especially an old one (some of mine are C19th) is a tactile experience that cannot be reproduced digitally.
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Look at digital as the new paperback, cheap, convenient and disposable. Books won't disappear (news papers however might be a different kettle of fish).
 
Searush said:
I can assure you that Dylan has NO intention of passing by Any tiny creek on his circumnav. That is what is so refreshingly different about his journey, and why he may never complete it.

Far too many zip around the country without actually visiting any of it - they treat our sceptred isle as a race track to be lapped as fast as possible rather than as a cruising ground par excellence.
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Ah if only that were so Searush.....if you cast yer mind back there was quite a discussion as to whether he should skip the Humber in its entirety because of the view that it was a dirty industrial puddle that no one would want to see on KTL.......
 
industrial puddle

ean_p said:
Ah if only that were so Searush.....if you cast yer mind back there was quite a discussion as to whether he should skip the Humber in its entirety because of the view that it was a dirty industrial puddle that no one would want to see on KTL.......
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there are times when I feel sorry for the depth challenged deep keelers who know no more of the Humber than the bits between the sea and the first marina

I have not even scratched the surface of this wonderful river system that sends tentacles of navigable water 30 miles or more inland

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVRdf0seHxY
 
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