Where Is This.

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Nuther place, still visitable by sea.

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Who can tell the story and where it is.

Theres a special upside down flag, for anyone with all the answers. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif

[/ QUOTE ]Sunderland Point / Samboo's grave.

Sunderland Point.
Just over a mile of single track road winding over the mud flats and sand marshes connects it to the mainland at low tide. It's hard to imagine that once ships from the West Indies and North America docked here, plying their trade in cotton, sugar and human lives as part of the infamous 18th century slave trade. But there are reminders, and most of the people who come are looking for Sambo's Grave.

Sambo (or Samboo, as the gravestone indicates) was an African and probably no more than a boy. He was a black slave who arrived at the port with his master. He was taken ill, probably with some European disease to which he had no immunity, and he died. Because he was black and not a Christian he was not buried in consecrated ground. His body was interred in land that was once behind the inn, but is now a remote spot on the windswept shore with nothing between him and the vast sea that brought him from his homeland so far away.

For a long time the grave was unmarked, until some years later a retired schoolmaster discovered the story and raised some money for a memorial. He also wrote the epitaph that now marks the grave:


'Full many a Sand-bird chirps upon the Sod
And many a moonlight Elfin round him trips
Full many a Summer's Sunbeam warms the Clod
And many a teeming cloud upon him drips.
But still he sleeps -- till the awakening Sounds
Of the Archangel's Trump now life impart
Then the GREAT JUDGE his approbation founds
Not on man's COLOUR but his worth of heart.'

Sentimental it may be, but its contents show an awareness of changing attitudes towards people from other places.
Now the grave is well visited and fresh flowers have always been laid by people who come from not only curiosity but maybe also a twinge of conscience that such a thing could have happened not just to 'Samboo' but to countless other humans like him.

Don't give up if you can't find it at first. When you reach the hamlet and park your car on the shingle foreshore you must follow a path that leads inland and eventually to the west shore. It is signed but it's easy to miss. The road passes several houses and the small mission church until it narrows to a path almost overpowered by the hedgerows on either side.

Eventually you will come to a barred metal gate. After going through, turn left and the grave is in a small walled enclave about a couple of hundred yards along the shore. It gives the place an eerie feeling of isolation. And here lies Samboo, far from his home. He lies in this corner of a foreign field that is forever Africa.

I claim the "special upside down flag" /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
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Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity.
 
That one is Charlestown?

Which ones have we not guessed?

I am getting confused ( as usual ) /forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif
 
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Must have been the time of year, but they were all sorting their bog's in Bodrum, the Turkish guy on his scooter watching us taking the photo, nearly fell off laughing.

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Were they being sold BOGOF? /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
 
Who said it had to be a harbour. /forums/images/graemlins/confused.gif

Anyway, it's on the river Nile, how much more boaty do you want to get. /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
 
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