On Sat, 1 May 2004 13:26:17 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
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On Sat, 24 Apr 2004 23:41:39 +0100, "Bob Hobden"
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Lucky you! That sounds like the phenomenon known as a 'dust
devil' - I'd
love to see one in lieu of an actual twister!

We seem to get a lot of them here in East Angular. I saw a beauty in the
stubbles - it picked up loose straw and you could see the conical shape
of it as it danced across the field.

Apparently the wet version is supposed to be common over the
IJsselmeer in NL. I had never seen one in 30 years sailing there,
until last July when 4 came along together, a bit like London buses.
All 4 collapsed as soon as they passed over dry land. One passed very
close to a European sailing championship in which 200 teenage kids
were taking part.


I don't think you would like to see a twister, well not up close and
personal.

We see those from time to time. Usually they take the path of valleys
and do little damage, but a few years ago one ripped down one side of
Long Stratton village and removed most of the tiles for several hundred
yards. Wally wondered what the strange noise was and looked out of the
window of his café, to see his Merc slide by on its roof.

I saw one in the clouds last autumn, but I don't think the bottom of the
'tube' touched the ground, though it was groping downwards for about ten
minutes.

Very true Bob, The last time I saw one - a decent one here, it was
perilously close, running across the bay and then ripping through the
town centre. On the outskirts it took off the roof of a couple of
buildings. I watched as it hit land and raced up the hill and was
awestruck by its power. By US standards it was a tiddler, but a
troublesome one nevertheless.

The best whirlwind I've seen (not quite a tornado, but more than a dust
devil) was IIRC in 1957, when I was on the staff of Kingsdown Scout
Camp, near Deal.

I was at Kingsdown Scout Camp in 1956 & 1957. First on a normal summer
camp and then helping Peter West during the summer of 1957
I did a winter course there between Xmas 1956 and New Year, which
included forestry and planting lots of pine trees. I remember we
visited a wood yard in Sandwich, as well as hiking there.
I went back for the first time since then around 1995 and was a bit
disappointed that our efforts hadn't produced a vast pine forest. At
least the camp site wasn't covered in a housing estate.


I was accompanying Peter West the Bailiff

I knew Peter West too! Maybe we were there at the same time?

on his
inspection round when we were aware of a rushing, rustling sound, and a
cone of dead leaves, scraps of paper, straw, twigs etc bore down the
camping area.

It followed a slight cleft in the ground, in which was pitched the camp
of an approved school troop. There was a marquee, a couple of large
tents and a big dining shelter.

Under the shelter were trestle tables, benches etc, and breakfast was
laid out - plates, knives, forks, spoons, and egg-cups complete with
eggs. The troop was in the ablutions block a hundred yards away.

The whole encampment was lifted, still as if pitched on the ground:
tents, groundsheets, sleeping-bags, rucksacks, tables, benches,
everything. The lot rose about fifteen feet in the air like that, gently
turning on autoCAD, then it was all rolled up into a whirling, flapping
muddle, and it continued like that until the whirlwind hit the cliff
edge, and died, showering the entire camp down the face of it.

We couldn't help it. Laugh? I'll say. Keeping a straight face when the
boys and their Scouters came out of the ablutions and stopped dead in
their tracks was not easy. The poor fellows spent all morning salvaging
their belongings from the steeply sloping cliff.

No other camp was touched, and it was lucky we were on hand to report
the sight, or foul play might have been suspected...

I saw one while up a hill with my son, who was a self-financing
student and forever thinking of new ways to make money. We watched the
twister forming miles away over the Clyde, and then travel cross country
towards us and our house on the moor below. There was absolutely no
cover to take. I was saying things like "Please let it not get any
closer" and D. was saying "If only I had my camera what a price I could
get for this picture".

I realised too late that I had a camera with me when I saw the dust
devil in the stubbles.

I have photos of last year's wet ones, if you want a copy.

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On Sat, 1 May 2004 13:26:17 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

We seem to get a lot of them here in East Angular. I saw a beauty in the
stubbles - it picked up loose straw and you could see the conical shape
of it as it danced across the field.

Apparently the wet version is supposed to be common over the
IJsselmeer in NL. I had never seen one in 30 years sailing there,
until last July when 4 came along together, a bit like London buses.
All 4 collapsed as soon as they passed over dry land. One passed very
close to a European sailing championship in which 200 teenage kids
were taking part.

Despite being an honorary water baby, I've never seen a wet one.

/snip/

The best whirlwind I've seen (not quite a tornado, but more than a dust
devil) was IIRC in 1957, when I was on the staff of Kingsdown Scout
Camp, near Deal.

I was at Kingsdown Scout Camp in 1956 & 1957. First on a normal summer
camp and then helping Peter West during the summer of 1957

Camped there with 1st Emerson Park in 1956 and was at Kingsdown for most
of the school summer holiday in 1957. People I remember are Chris?
Leadbetter from March (IIRC); Bob? from Ruislip; a rather pompous git
called Ted; Maj. E.C.L.Flavell; P.B.Neville of course; and, and, and....
I'll have to think.

Were you there when we lit the camp fire with (ahem) something naughty,
blew the gun up with the same stuff during a camp-fire stunt, and when I
detonated (with RM approval) a bermb on the R.M. range one Sunday?

There was a German Rover there who hadn't really much idea about big
bangs, but who made a Molotov cocktail and dropped it into the
incinerator. Flannel (The Major) would choose just that moment to find
some litter and approach it. We *TOLD* him there was a bomb in it, but
evidently he didn't believe us. WHOOOMPH!

Exit Flannel muttering: "Silly little boys! Silly little boys!"

I liked old Flannel - he was genuine.

I did a winter course there between Xmas 1956 and New Year, which
included forestry and planting lots of pine trees. I remember we
visited a wood yard in Sandwich, as well as hiking there.
I went back for the first time since then around 1995 and was a bit
disappointed that our efforts hadn't produced a vast pine forest. At
least the camp site wasn't covered in a housing estate.

That stirs a memory of something-or-other to do with new trees.

I was accompanying Peter West the Bailiff

I knew Peter West too! Maybe we were there at the same time?

/snip/

Well, if we were both there in 1957 and I was there all the summer
holiday, it seems likely.

I realised too late that I had a camera with me when I saw the dust
devil in the stubbles.

I have photos of last year's wet ones, if you want a copy.

I don't think so, thanks. Now if it had flotillas of teenagers whirling
round in it, that would be a different matter.

--
Rusty
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On Sat, 1 May 2004 22:33:06 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

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On Sat, 1 May 2004 13:26:17 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

The best whirlwind I've seen (not quite a tornado, but more than a dust
devil) was IIRC in 1957, when I was on the staff of Kingsdown Scout
Camp, near Deal.

I was at Kingsdown Scout Camp in 1956 & 1957. First on a normal summer
camp and then helping Peter West during the summer of 1957

Camped there with 1st Emerson Park in 1956 and was at Kingsdown for most
of the school summer holiday in 1957. People I remember are Chris?
Leadbetter from March (IIRC); Bob? from Ruislip; a rather pompous git
called Ted; Maj. E.C.L.Flavell; P.B.Neville of course; and, and, and....
I'll have to think.

Were you there when we lit the camp fire with (ahem) something naughty,
blew the gun up with the same stuff during a camp-fire stunt, and when I
detonated (with RM approval) a bermb on the R.M. range one Sunday?

not that I remember.


There was a German Rover there who hadn't really much idea about big
bangs, but who made a Molotov cocktail and dropped it into the
incinerator. Flannel (The Major) would choose just that moment to find
some litter and approach it. We *TOLD* him there was a bomb in it, but
evidently he didn't believe us. WHOOOMPH!

I don't recall that at all.


Exit Flannel muttering: "Silly little boys! Silly little boys!"

I liked old Flannel - he was genuine.

Was he the owner of an Armstrong Siddeley Saphire(?)?
He gave me a lift to Tunbridge Wells. I caught Asian flu, whilst I was
there and I almost threw up all over his car.


I did a winter course there between Xmas 1956 and New Year, which
included forestry and planting lots of pine trees. I remember we
visited a wood yard in Sandwich, as well as hiking there.
I went back for the first time since then around 1995 and was a bit
disappointed that our efforts hadn't produced a vast pine forest. At
least the camp site wasn't covered in a housing estate.

That stirs a memory of something-or-other to do with new trees.

I was accompanying Peter West the Bailiff

I knew Peter West too! Maybe we were there at the same time?

/snip/

Well, if we were both there in 1957 and I was there all the summer
holiday, it seems likely.

I lived in a green Black's Niger tent, did they really call them that?
Not very PC. There was also a young guy doing national service in the
navy in Chatham, helping Peter West when I was there.

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On Sat, 1 May 2004 22:33:06 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
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On Sat, 1 May 2004 13:26:17 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

The best whirlwind I've seen (not quite a tornado, but more than a dust
devil) was IIRC in 1957, when I was on the staff of Kingsdown Scout
Camp, near Deal.

I was at Kingsdown Scout Camp in 1956 & 1957. First on a normal summer
camp and then helping Peter West during the summer of 1957

Camped there with 1st Emerson Park in 1956 and was at Kingsdown for most
of the school summer holiday in 1957. People I remember are Chris?
Leadbetter from March (IIRC); Bob? from Ruislip; a rather pompous git
called Ted; Maj. E.C.L.Flavell; P.B.Neville of course; and, and, and....
I'll have to think.

Were you there when we lit the camp fire with (ahem) something naughty,
blew the gun up with the same stuff during a camp-fire stunt, and when I
detonated (with RM approval) a bermb on the R.M. range one Sunday?

not that I remember.

The answer's 'no', then. You would have remembered....

There was a German Rover there who hadn't really much idea about big
bangs, but who made a Molotov cocktail and dropped it into the
incinerator. Flannel (The Major) would choose just that moment to find
some litter and approach it. We *TOLD* him there was a bomb in it, but
evidently he didn't believe us. WHOOOMPH!

I don't recall that at all.


Exit Flannel muttering: "Silly little boys! Silly little boys!"

I liked old Flannel - he was genuine.

Was he the owner of an Armstrong Siddeley Saphire(?)?
He gave me a lift to Tunbridge Wells. I caught Asian flu, whilst I was
there and I almost threw up all over his car.

I can't remember what car he had, but it sounds in keeping with the man.
Short and dapper, purple plume, small clipped moustache.

/snip/

I lived in a green Black's Niger tent, did they really call them that?
Not very PC. There was also a young guy doing national service in the
navy in Chatham, helping Peter West when I was there.

Paul Parker?

--
Rusty
Open the creaking gate to make a horrid.squeak, then lower the foobar.
http://www.users.zetnet.co.uk/hi-fi/

On Sun, 2 May 2004 12:51:44 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

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On Sat, 1 May 2004 22:33:06 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:
The message
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On Sat, 1 May 2004 13:26:17 +0100, Jaques d'Alltrades
wrote:

The best whirlwind I've seen (not quite a tornado, but more than a dust
devil) was IIRC in 1957, when I was on the staff of Kingsdown Scout
Camp, near Deal.

I was at Kingsdown Scout Camp in 1956 & 1957. First on a normal summer
camp and then helping Peter West during the summer of 1957

Camped there with 1st Emerson Park in 1956 and was at Kingsdown for most
of the school summer holiday in 1957. People I remember are Chris?
Leadbetter from March (IIRC); Bob? from Ruislip; a rather pompous git
called Ted; Maj. E.C.L.Flavell; P.B.Neville of course; and, and, and....
I'll have to think.

Were you there when we lit the camp fire with (ahem) something naughty,
blew the gun up with the same stuff during a camp-fire stunt, and when I
detonated (with RM approval) a bermb on the R.M. range one Sunday?

not that I remember.

The answer's 'no', then. You would have remembered....

Not necessarily. It is all a long time ago.
I do remember kids queuing up and paying for me to burn/brand their
belts.
I vaguely remember that an open fronted storage shed had been burnt
down. Whilst I was there slave/scout labour was being used to build a
new one.

When I was there in the winter we walked to Dover and swam
in the army swimming bath there. By coincidence I found one of our
Dutch secretaries here had also used the swimming bath around the same
time. I can't remember how or why. We also got to use the indoor army
rifle range in Deal

Exit Flannel muttering: "Silly little boys! Silly little boys!"

I liked old Flannel - he was genuine.

Was he the owner of an Armstrong Siddeley Saphire(?)?
He gave me a lift to Tunbridge Wells. I caught Asian flu, whilst I was
there and I almost threw up all over his car.

I can't remember what car he had, but it sounds in keeping with the man.

It impressed me at the time :-)

Short and dapper, purple plume, small clipped moustache.

That sounds like him.


/snip/

I lived in a green Black's Niger tent, did they really call them that?
Not very PC. There was also a young guy doing national service in the
navy in Chatham, helping Peter West when I was there.

Paul Parker?

I forgot his name long ago.