10.06
DGM HQ.
A local accent of the Landlordly Butcherly kind began coming through the wall at 08.31.
At 08.32 a call from MBNA to check on the authenticity of a credit card payment on my behalf. Good news: the charge was bona.
At 09.02 I called Father-in-Law Beric, who is enjoying his 88th. Birthday today. Well, so far. He was lathered-up from his Birthday Boy shave.
The sun is shining along the valley. Alex is not in, but David has recently arrived.
11.42 A kitchen discussion with David I…
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We are addressing future-moves. Important overviews & guidelines are being established, aimed at increasing degrees of ordering & organising.
The multi-track original masters
of Larks’, Islands & Poseidon
are by the front door waiting to go, about-to-be-becoming
having-been-digitised…
The street I…
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What’s this?...
This is 1,500 Gb of available capacity on 3 external HDs.
13.54 Off to Wimborne. I am taking Betty Wyatt out to tea to celebrate her 88th. birthday earlier in the year; coincidentally, on Beric’s 88th. birthday.
17.21 The first Fripp World HQ I…
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… overlooking the Minster & Church House…
… where The Ravens beat group played in 1961.
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… is the former Poole Music Stores, now the right half of the Coral betting shop. The entrance through the black & white doorway was an entry to the world of early rock ‘n’ roll records; the threshold Sister Patricia & I crossed, beginning in 1957, and where I discovered the early Elvis & Scotty Moore, Chuck Berry, Charlie Gracie, Jerry Lee Lewis et al. Buddy Holly came from Holman’s on King Street, on the far left of the photo.
Back to the centre of town I…
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… and to the Kings Head. A most enjoyable tea with Betty & daughter Suzy I…
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Mucho conversation of past & present arisings, excitements & undertakings of Wimborne friends from my youth.
Upon returning to DGM HQ Butcher Fry, our Landlord, appeared from the back door of the Village Shop to show me a picture taken on his recent holidaying in Germany…
The photo depicts the memorial to The Fifty from Stalag Luft III. Of 78 escapers in The Great Escape, 73 were recaptured & 50 of those were shot. My Uncle Bill, who is often mentioned in this Diary, was a prisoner in Stalag Luft III at the time of the escape (1943). Bill was the navigator of an RAF reconnaissance flight shot down over Germany in October 1939 and held in a dozen different POW camps during the 5 years 7 months of his imprisonment. Although not a Great Escaper, Bill’s pilot was; recaptured & shot; and one of those commemorated on the memorial.
Butcher Fry reports that this was a moving visit.
An evening of computing ahead.
"We may understand our knowing, but we can't know our understanding."
