A Poem

I have had an interesting few days hunting through old documents. Not that old. Something between 1977 and 1982. Let me explain. The photographic course sets out exercises to be done and one I must do asap is to take a photo of a significant place. There is nothing around Reading which fits and eventually I decided I would go back to Newent hence1977 to 1982. I wanted a letter addressed to me at Newent and turned out three quite separate files not to mention looking at bank records and house records but no. I did come across stuff much older - the late 1950s. A big evening do at the Royal Academy (royals came and I was introduced), a congratulatory letter to Michael from the President of the Royal Chemical Society, an invitation to an official opening of a new radio Astronomy facility, and an incredible do at the Mansion House with the Lord Mayor in full regalia. Famous conversation there

Michael 'This wine is very good'
Hubert ' Michael, you are wasting good space. There is a room downstairs full of high class claret'

Hubert was right and it was just as well we were booked into a hotel because Michael had to be steered there.

Anyway to the poem which will mean nothing except to a Cambridge radio astronomer. It is all to do with me doing a rather famous radio star survey. And very accurate too.

But to my excellent find about Newent. Of all things I found an airmail letter from my Dad who was in New Zealand on holiday with the Newent address handwritten on it. I asked my daughters if they had anything and certificates surfaced along with a school bill for one term!

Yes I know that publishing one's address like this is a bad idea but it was true 40 years ago and is not much good now.