My brain. Well the bit of it that controls what I was going to tell you about a moment ago but which, as soon as I opened the Reply box, the name fled from my memory. It is an apparatus used by seafarers to find out where they were in the world before the days of satellite navigation. It is all in shiny brass and resides in a special box with velvet lined compartments for the different pieces. One of those is a small pair of brass binoculars.
Apart from being very desirable, it is special because it was willed to me directly by my Master Mariner uncle, Harold, as he knew I was destined for a life at sea in common with the family tradition though sadly was more brief.
SEXTANT…just come back to me.
Willed directly, in contrast to everything else he owned which he left to my Dad, some things of which were passed on in due course.
But I can’t find it, it must be here somewhere, I would never have left it in Nottingham, all I have left are the brass binoculars which I now keep permanently in the car. Must keep searching.
And yes Sue, as usual a brilliant programme, but I am just a tad sad that they don’t always bring forward to the ‘handover’ other members of the team who have a more minor, but nevertheless very important, role in the renovation. For instance, the chap who rebuilt and beautifully finished the metal carriage for the donkey. Perhaps he wasn’t there that day, but sometimes they are, because I can see them in the background.