October 24th, 2013 | Uncategorized | 0 Comments
In Spectator Australia last week, I confessed that I may have been a little hard on my hometown of Hythe, Hampshire in the prologue to The Lucky Culture:
My sister Stephanie takes issue with the unflattering description of our hometown in the prologue to my recent book The Lucky Culture. It was perfectly accurate, I insist; Hythe was indeed halfway between the docks and the oil refinery. Stephanie points out that I failed to mention that the glorious open spaces of the New Forest formed, to all intents and purposes, our backyard. [FULL ARTICLE]
Nick Boorman found an article in London’s The Daily Telegraph that suggests hidden depths, and a slightly risque edge, to the waterside enclave:
A mysterious humming noise which is keeping people awake at night could be down to fish making love, scientists claim. The noise, which residents say ‘pulsates’ through their homes, starts at about 10pm and carries on all night, forcing some people to move away from the area because they find it impossible to sleep.
Scientists believe the noise could be being caused by fish having sex in an estuary nearby in Hythe, near Southampton in Hampshire. [FULL ARTICLE]
The fruitless hours I spent fishing from Hythe Pier as a child now begin to make sense; attractive as the worm on my hook may have been, the fish were plainly looking for a better offer.