All at sea

Full of the sense that this is the last Monday I will be commuting for a while. This an excellent feeling.

Strange experience these last few days at work. A kind of phony war. Nothing much happening, apart from me zipping about collecting a few bits and pieces. Meanwhile there are lots of irritating bits of work to be done - which left me feeling a bit bad tempered.

Home and watched an excellent documentary called Deep Water about Donald Crowhurst. Crowhurst ran into difficulties as a participant in the first single-handed Sunday Times Golden Globe Race, but then decided to fake his around the world journey. However, he committed suicide rather than face the humiliation of being discovered. The race was won by Robin Knox-Johnston in 1969, who donated the £5000 winning money to Crowhurst's family. There is some evidence that Crowhurst had gone mad. Hundreds of days at sea alone can do that.

Made me feel a bit similar to after having watched Control the other night. The sense of a tragedy arising from someone's inability to take a difficult decision.

As I type this, there is a distant thunder of immense fireworks.

Below Donald Crowhurst

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