There's this thing in the news...
Our brave lads have rescued some sailors that had been hijacked by evil Somali pirates. The victims of these foul and dastardly ruffians managed to raise the alarm by the time honoured method of stuffing a note into a bottle, and chucking it from a porthole.
Boys own adventure stuff, ain't it?
That bottle, having been thrown, was then picked up, and it's contents acted upon within a useful timescale.
The ship was captured by the pirates 620 miles offshore by the way.
So, did the bottle somehow reach the shore? Where no doubt some random beachcomber saw it, recognised it, and acted upon it? Or was it spotted bobbing in the oggin by some passing tramp steamer?
You lucky, lucky, lucky bastards. The US Meanwhile have thwarted a terrorist plot.
I wonder what the government have been pushing through today.
Anyway, I actually did once find a message in a bottle. It was after a spring tide. The bottle had been washed up on the Dee estuary. I found it while out walking. It contained a brief letter explaining that it had been chucked into the Sea by a girl called Sarah Charnley, of Blackburn, Lancashire, while on holiday in Anglesey. I found it about 18 months after I she launched it.
driving lessons in Wallasey?
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