When I was 12 I lived in East Cowes, shown below on the left of the creek they call the River Medina.
The next year we moved across to West Cowes. The constant to-and-fro of yachts on the Medina with their tall masts makes a bridge impossible.
ferry arriving at East Cowes. we’ll get on when they’ve finished unloading
This hammerhead crane has loomed on the skyline since 1912, when Cowes had a dockyard & built ships for the Royal Navy & other clients. I’m always pleased to see things unchanged since childhood, like this and the chain ferry
As a boy I saw it as majestic and terrible, and somehow linked to my new stepfather, an engineer working on the Princess Flying Boat, itself an engineers’ dream that took off for a few test flights, but never commercially
a wayfarer’s notes 
Thanks for returning with a fascinating post.
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I like what you said about how you are “always pleased to see things unchanged since childhood”. The crane really does look majestic & thankful to still be standing.
Thank You for showing us your merry photos! The one you took at dawn looks like a sunrise from the bible. I think I like that one best, but they are each beautiful.
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Hello Vincent. Just got back from a trip of my own. Hope all is well with you.
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Thanks, Cindy, all the photos apart from the aerial one were taken within a hundred yards of one another.
Yes, when things remain unchanged since childhood they help bring completion to loose ends of memory. I might expand that idea in my next.
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It's been so long, Bryan, that I thought of writing to you. Perhaps you will also have a traveller's tale? Your silence has been way longer than mine.
All is indeed well, this addiction to silence has been benign, & hope the same with you.
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Thank you, Ellie, I had so much to say I couldn't squeeze it into one post so decided to start simply. There will be more but not sure when.
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