BramblesI am amazed to see that some people still read this blog, despite my failure to update it for some time now. I would be even more amazed if I didn’t know who they were. The hiatus was a result of a few things, most significantly a recent Working and laziness. Happily, part of the outcome of the former has led to a reduction in the latter, so I now pledge to myself that I will update this blog every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I suspect that there will be times when I have nothing interesting to say (how humble I am) but I’ll post something anyway, if only a link or two to the interesting words of someone else.

So I shall save my more lengthy musings for tomorrow and conclude with some notes on waiting.

The Isle of Wight is a small island just off the south coast of England. The area of sea between the island and the mainland is called the Solent. It has the commercial port of Southampton at the western end and the Royal Navy dockyards of Portsmouth at the eastern end. The Solent is a major shipping channel with over 30,000,000 tonnes of goods carried through it on container ships every year.

The tides in the Solent are quite strange due to the curious geography of the region. The most obvious manifestation of this peculiarity is the double high tide. However, there is another much rarer event – it occurs only once every year – that sometimes catches the unwary and is eagerly awaited by those in the know. Every year, a small sandbank is very briefly exposed right in the middle of the Solent. For about an hour there is a very small island about halfway between Southampton and the Isle of Wight then it is rapidly swallowed by the sea until next year.

Apart from causing something of a navigational hazard, this would not be so remarkable in itself. However, far more interesting and enjoyable is the fact that on this day the members of the Island Sailing Club and the Royal Southern Yacht Club sail out to the sandbank to drink champagne and play each other at cricket. The Brambles Bank Cricket Match has to be one of the more eccentric cricket matches played around the world and I suspect it is worth waiting for. The Brambles Bank surfaced yesterday, I went out in a dinghy but the bank had already sunk beneath the waves.

Vladimir: That passed the time.
Estragon: It would have passed in any case.
Vladimir: Yes, but not so rapidly.

Waiting for Godot

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