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Nazis, Numismatics and Nonsense

It’s just taken 33 minutes to write a fifty word email. It wasn’t the words that were difficult, it was striking the right tone. I often find that is a problem with emails. I’m sure the best way is just to slap a couple of dozen words down. The recipient probably won’t notice much difference and I would have saved 28 minutes.

I was reading a poetry blog last night when I saw the name Logan Pearsall Smith. I’d never heard of him, but I think I might have liked to have been him. It’s probably bad of me to mention him, a renowned perfectionist, in the same blog post where I words “slap a couple of dozen words down” but I am, above all, a man of contradictions. Or “very annoying” which is Julia’s preferred method of describing me.

Yesterdays early start became bogged down by too much research on flame fougasses of WW2. No, I don’t know why they gave the same name to a weirdly shaped French loaf and a primitive landmine, they just did.

I see, when skimming the fougasse bread page, that you can roll it up and fill it to make a calzone type concoction. The question in my mind now, which I don’t have time to dwell on, is why select a type of bread that is famous for having holes in it? Name me one bread that is less suitable for wrapping stuff in.

Anyway, in 1940 after the withdrawal from Dunkirk (other withdrawals were available but Dunkirk got all the publicity), we were short of anti-tank weapons but had plenty of petrol.  I’m halfway through an article on the Petroleum Warfare Department. You can see the foundation of the article in the Facebook page of the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire. It was posted on 31st December, you may have to scroll down a bit. I’m not sure how to get a link to a specific post. I am now adding to it with things of more military interest for the Military History group. Did you know that in 1940 we filled 50,000 40 gallon oil drums with inflammable liquids and buried them roadside banking, ready to fire them ay passing Nazis. Several have been discovered within the last ten yeas, though they are rusted, the oil has mainly gone and none of them have (fortunately) been rigged with explosives. Hence the photos of rusted oil drums, courtesy of various websites Wikipedia and the pillbox Study Group.

The diagram shows a “Safety” Fougasse. The explosive charges were to be inserted just before use, rather than the earlier method of having them ready to go and placing  a guard on them to stop people setting them off to see what happened  (usually a 50 foot fireball and the need to have the road resurfaced).

 

 

A Lost Week!

Golden key (actually silver-gilt, used by Sir Arthur Blake KBE at the opening of the Nottingham savings Bank branch on St Ann’s Well Road, Nottingham, November 23, 1926

I just looked at the date on my last post and received a shock. I knew it had been a while, but was amazed to find it was a whole seven days. So, what have I been doing?

Not much.

From the point of view of colour rendition this shows I stll have a lot to learn. Taken only seconds apart under the same light

I have become addicted to writing articles about junk. I have now done four for the research page of the Peterborough Military History Group, a couple more for the newsletter and nineteen posts for the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire Facebook page. I’m never sure if these really count as “acceptances” as they are short and they are submitted to people I know.  On the other hand, poems are short too. I became obsessed with “The Golden Key” as I started writing it. I’ve had it about 30 years and never really got on with it, so it was about time. I can’t set a link directly to it but it’s currently at the top if yo use the link above.

Even better if you can leave a “Like”. It’s part of my crusade to strike back against traditional coins. There’s a place for kings and stuff in numismatics, but for every King there are thousands of commoners and they all have stories too.

Sir Arthur Blake KBE JP – a photograph taken later in life – courtesy of the national portrait gallery.

Talking about acceptances – I had a rejection this morning. It means that my record for April is 100% rejections. Not one single acceptance. It’s a strange month, as there was only one journal open for submissions, and that was only open until 15th April, which is why I can tell you, by the 24th, that I have a 100% rejection record. I’m sure I’ll get over it.

That’s it for now. I will have some cracking photos for you over the next few days as we have been going through some old boxes. However, for now,

 

Another Saturday Passes

I’m afraid it’s been another day of barely discernible enthusiasm. Thanks to my bed socks and hot water bottles I was feeling quite perky this morning as attended to a few computer jobs. I’m all set up to bid on eBay without being here and all my emails are answered, but then it started to drag.

I have to do the references for an article I’ve written and, as usual, I’ve left it all to the end. It’s not easy to be enthused about a big lump like that – I should have done it as I went along. I also have another one to start, but that ground to a halt when I couldn’t access the archive I wanted to start my research. That, to be honest, is why I prefer writing poetry – much less work.

Can’t remember which lake it was…

Fortunately it was then time for Sharpe and I managed to squeeze in an episode or two of murder she wrote. We had a breakfast in a brown cob for brunch and now, in late afternoon, have just eaten crumpets.  We will be rounding the day off with the remains of yesterday’s fried rice and a few Chines snacks from the supermarket. (Julia went out for a walk earlier today and decided to risk her life in the shop, buying doughnuts (which I may have forgotten to mention earlier) and Chines snacks in honour of the Chinese New Year. It was yesterday, but it’s near enough. I’d noticed dragons on Google last week but it hadn’t sunk in.

It might be the last Sharpe I see for some time if we go back to Saturday working.  It’s not the end of the world, but it will be the end of a comfortable lockdown tradition.

Pictures are from our last trip to the Lakes, which now seems a lifetime ago.

Same lake, different camera setting…