One thing I found myself doing...
Think back to a time with my Dad, then calculate how old he was then.
One time, I was with him on a small boat off Milford Haven, where he was doing a survey for a new undersea pipeline. We'd been taking lots of soundings of the bottom, he'd later plot them on a chart at home (all by hand in those days, drawn on 'A1' big film sheets with 'Rotoring' ink pens.
Dad had probably had a couple of pints at lunchtime, so had to relieve himself over the side. I have a clear image of that..
He was 47 then. Now been dead 11 years. I was 16. Fuck.
Edited on 16/10/2026 at 11:52:22.
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