Away on our ‘jollies’ again and so, with one great bound, Geoff was in foreign parts, alone on a sea of lava, marooned, yet with only the inhabitants to depend on for my survival. I will return, unlike Capt. Oates, after dodging the ice floes, the grey skies and the rough seas.
Good weather seems to accompany us. “How very unlike the home life of our own dear Queen” (Anon, 1892).
I was thinking of ploughing by steam a few days ago and got to thinking that the travelling, reversible plough could get a lot of work done, dependent of course on the speed with which it is hauled. The thought entering my head was - Gliders! In the world of STOL aircraft, take off can be almost instantaneous, so…
