Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Back to Britain - Part 2 - the White Cliffs of Dover
There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow
Just you wait and see
The White Cliffs of Dover are synonymous with England and the sense of relief of those Spitfire pilots who saw them loom out of the blue after engaging the Luftwaffe or the souls huddled on boats escaping Dunkirk, must have been palpable.
Admittedly whenever I have seen them the White Cliffs of Dover were slightly grey and slightly dirty and not as sparking as in our imaginations, scarred by ferry terminals and other industrial installations. The Seven Sisters in Sussex are considerably more majestic.
During a childhood holiday in Kent I remember the forbidding gray terraces, the clouds and the drizzle as I shivered through a bout of tonsillitis. My parents were underwhelmed by Kent which makes it all the more ironic that they recently moved here. I recall the bulk of Dover Castle and a shell temple, one of the few interesting things they found to do on this holiday.
In more recent time I took a late ferry from Dover. The town seemed down at heel and full of ragged asylum seekers. It seemed rather ironic that a nation that had repulsed the Nazi invasion on those long days of vapor trails and death over the eggshell blue skies of Kent, had allowed a European invasion thanks to the European Union.
If I have time I’ll go back to the white cliffs of Dover.
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
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Sometimes in my dreams I have an odd vision of a rotund man being chased around by scantily clad girls at double speed. Policemen and vicars...
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Now then. What the heck. It seems I had forgotten about my blog completely rather than just neglecting it this time. To return after so long...
That is another place I would like to visit.
ReplyDeleteThey always play that song at the "hanger dances" at airshows over here. I always think the same thing as you - how desperately happy and relieved those pilots must have been to see those cliffs.
ReplyDeleteIrony indeed. I wonder if any countries are managing the situation with asylum seekers adequately.
ReplyDeleteYou're making ME miss Britain with these posts and I've never even been there! Ha.
ReplyDeleteAlthough stark, they are very majestic looking and beautiful in their own way. I imagine they were indeed a sight for sore eyes for those pilots.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like those cliffs are just waiting for a skilled stone sculptor. Perhaps that would brighten its face? ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's a gorgeous site.
ReplyDeletexoRobyn
yes Oilfield - tis worth a visit. Oh wow Li, I didn't think they still played that. I'd say not Sue. Sorry Jennifer. They'r e not the best cliffs in Britain, Daisy but they are symbolic. Great idea Jayne. Glad you like it, Robyn
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