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I thought they was tracking a whale 
But this is superb, They seem to be using the R8 as a testbed, I assume she's just crammed with gizmo's and doohickeys for underwater research and its a case of finding out what ones work the best and most importantly. HOW they work in real conditions, not labs.
But this is superb, They seem to be using the R8 as a testbed, I assume she's just crammed with gizmo's and doohickeys for underwater research and its a case of finding out what ones work the best and most importantly. HOW they work in real conditions, not labs.
I thought they was tracking a whale
Pretty much.
I have already tried to make it clear that Boyle and Horton believe that the ASW solutions the RN found in the Great War while still useful at the moment are fragile in the mid to long term. They are sure that the Empire needs to better prepared to counter the threat of submarines especially as "commerce raiders" where ASDIC equipped vessels will be fewer in proportion than in fleet escort.
One ASW method they think is promising is the "anti-submarine submarine" or rather I should say the "anti-submersible submarine" since all the designs to date (except the R Class) are meant to operate mostly on the surface, only hiding underwater in the presence of defending surface escorts. That means understanding the underwater environment much better both as an attacker and a defender.
Naturally, Boyle is more focussed on detection and Horton, at least for now, on attack
but both realise that if the RN can build a better true submarine then so may an enemy
which means that defence and counterattack will need to be improved as well.
Not quite answers yet - more like the early stages of doing a Jigsaw. Finding the key pieces, edges and corners. If you are lucky, fitting a few blocks together.
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Just read from the OP to here...
...This first TL is better than many practiced ones. Keep going - there may be a Cordite Medal for Inspired Ideas (CMII) in this.
Yours sincerely,
Richard John Edkins the Corditeman.
...This first TL is better than many practiced ones. Keep going - there may be a Cordite Medal for Inspired Ideas (CMII) in this.
Yours sincerely,
Richard John Edkins the Corditeman.
Thanks
.. I fully intend to continue ASAPThere has been a hiatus, due to RL factors, but the next two "episodes" are planned
(though each may take more than one post to implement)
As always for me, the ideas or concepts come easier than an effective form of words
I can’t recall the rules for the Cordite Medal but I think you need a backup second. Please consider this response as an additional endorsement.
46. Sense and Sensibility
19:17, 21 September 1923, Imperial Suite, Waverley Hotel, Halifax
In the dressing area, a middle-aged lady smiled complacently as she turned too and fro before the full-length mirror, admiring the excellent cut and impressive fabric of her new evening gown.
In the attached bathroom, a middle-aged gentleman with a spade beard stood in front of the shaving mirror, attempting to tie a white cravat into a bow that matched the stylish evening attire he wore.
After his third attempt failed as miserably as his first two efforts, he called plaintively "Helen, can you please come and rescue me from the fate Laocoon?"
"Certainly my dear. Why don't you come to me here under the main lights?" .. "Now keep your chin up while I rewind the scarf evenly" .. "There, look at us together in the mirror, don't we make a dashing pair?"
"Well, you look marvellous but I look distinctly overdressed" her husband returned.
"Reginald, none of your growling tonight. When you agreed to come in person, you yourself told me the extra publicity was worth the long trip from home. Not for yourself of course, but if it persuades one skinflint owner or old fogey master to think again ... Buck up my dear, and take your medicine with a smile"
Hoist by his own petard, her husband conceded the point and merely reached onto the sofa for his wife's short cape and his own opera top hat.
He opened the door to the upper hall and taking his wife's arm lead her down the stair to the foyer. The doorman saw them coming ushered them out onto the stoop and down to the waiting limousine.
19:28 Entrance to the Stand Vaudeville
As usual, the broad steps up to the double glass doors are well lit but the normal billboards for both drama and music have all been removed, replaced with tasteful banners announcing "Fourth Annual Autumn Equinox Event" decorated with many maple leaves in the shades of fall. Even the placards with ticket prices are gone, showing instead only "All profits to the Relief Fund" in discreet lettering.
The commissionaire is especially resplendent tonight, displaying his many awards as medals and not just ribbons. He throws open the door to the rear seats of the Rolls-Royce and steps back to allow Reginald to exit first, offering to help Helen over the kerb.
There are a few muted cheers from the crowd waiting for the side door to open and Helen waves back. "Not one in ten knows who we are " Reginald grumbles, only to receive a cold stare from his wife.
Their car pulls smartly way and is replaced with a small motor bus. The commissionaire salutes again somewhat perfunctorily and steps briskly across to be at the bottom of the steps down from the new vehicle.
At the top of the steps, they are met by the Mayor of Halifax and the Manager of the Strand Theater.
The Mayor smiles and extends his hand. "Welcome, Professor and Mrs Fessenden. I would love to talk more but as you can see the buses are arriving with some others of our Special guests."
Helen and Reginald look back to see a number of figures gathering below beside the bus doors. They were young and old, male and female, all smartly dressed but some wearing tinted glasses with a few actually veiled. Only a very few carry extended white sticks explicitly marking their disability but the rest are also clearly waiting for help.
As husband and wife pause, a number of youngsters in Boy Scout uniform appear from up the street and mingle with the crowd each taking the arm of one of the passengers chatting quietly to their designated partner.
The Manager says in a slightly hassled tone "Please follow this usher who will lead you to a place of honour. For obvious reasons, your seats are in the stalls next to the temporary bridge we have constructed over the orchestra pit."
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Authors Notes:
both the Waverley Hotel and Strand Theater still exist (though the theatre has been modified and renamed several times)
iOTL Halifax reacted rather differently to the Disaster of 6 December 1917 that killed 2,000 and maimed many more of its citizens. iOTL the shock was so great that even though the survivors worked tirelessly to help the injured and repair the damage it took decades before the event could be publically acknowledged and commemorated as I have written for TTL.
In modern terms, it was almost as if the community had PTSD.
In the dressing area, a middle-aged lady smiled complacently as she turned too and fro before the full-length mirror, admiring the excellent cut and impressive fabric of her new evening gown.
In the attached bathroom, a middle-aged gentleman with a spade beard stood in front of the shaving mirror, attempting to tie a white cravat into a bow that matched the stylish evening attire he wore.
After his third attempt failed as miserably as his first two efforts, he called plaintively "Helen, can you please come and rescue me from the fate Laocoon?"
"Certainly my dear. Why don't you come to me here under the main lights?" .. "Now keep your chin up while I rewind the scarf evenly" .. "There, look at us together in the mirror, don't we make a dashing pair?"
"Well, you look marvellous but I look distinctly overdressed" her husband returned.
"Reginald, none of your growling tonight. When you agreed to come in person, you yourself told me the extra publicity was worth the long trip from home. Not for yourself of course, but if it persuades one skinflint owner or old fogey master to think again ... Buck up my dear, and take your medicine with a smile"
Hoist by his own petard, her husband conceded the point and merely reached onto the sofa for his wife's short cape and his own opera top hat.
He opened the door to the upper hall and taking his wife's arm lead her down the stair to the foyer. The doorman saw them coming ushered them out onto the stoop and down to the waiting limousine.
19:28 Entrance to the Stand Vaudeville
As usual, the broad steps up to the double glass doors are well lit but the normal billboards for both drama and music have all been removed, replaced with tasteful banners announcing "Fourth Annual Autumn Equinox Event" decorated with many maple leaves in the shades of fall. Even the placards with ticket prices are gone, showing instead only "All profits to the Relief Fund" in discreet lettering.
The commissionaire is especially resplendent tonight, displaying his many awards as medals and not just ribbons. He throws open the door to the rear seats of the Rolls-Royce and steps back to allow Reginald to exit first, offering to help Helen over the kerb.
There are a few muted cheers from the crowd waiting for the side door to open and Helen waves back. "Not one in ten knows who we are " Reginald grumbles, only to receive a cold stare from his wife.
Their car pulls smartly way and is replaced with a small motor bus. The commissionaire salutes again somewhat perfunctorily and steps briskly across to be at the bottom of the steps down from the new vehicle.
At the top of the steps, they are met by the Mayor of Halifax and the Manager of the Strand Theater.
The Mayor smiles and extends his hand. "Welcome, Professor and Mrs Fessenden. I would love to talk more but as you can see the buses are arriving with some others of our Special guests."
Helen and Reginald look back to see a number of figures gathering below beside the bus doors. They were young and old, male and female, all smartly dressed but some wearing tinted glasses with a few actually veiled. Only a very few carry extended white sticks explicitly marking their disability but the rest are also clearly waiting for help.
As husband and wife pause, a number of youngsters in Boy Scout uniform appear from up the street and mingle with the crowd each taking the arm of one of the passengers chatting quietly to their designated partner.
The Manager says in a slightly hassled tone "Please follow this usher who will lead you to a place of honour. For obvious reasons, your seats are in the stalls next to the temporary bridge we have constructed over the orchestra pit."
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Authors Notes:
both the Waverley Hotel and Strand Theater still exist (though the theatre has been modified and renamed several times)
iOTL Halifax reacted rather differently to the Disaster of 6 December 1917 that killed 2,000 and maimed many more of its citizens. iOTL the shock was so great that even though the survivors worked tirelessly to help the injured and repair the damage it took decades before the event could be publically acknowledged and commemorated as I have written for TTL.
In modern terms, it was almost as if the community had PTSD.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halifax_Explosion
as you might have inferred from the "maple leaves in the shades of fall"
However, have an egg of sorts for thinking to ask
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Apologies
One last post, shipmates
As indicated in my sig, I have found that I cannot continue with this work.
Thank you for all your support.
Clear seas and following wind to you all
As indicated in my sig, I have found that I cannot continue with this work.
Thank you for all your support.
Clear seas and following wind to you all
There was so much to come - but yes, real life must take priority. Hopefully, you can come back to this some time!
An apology, an explanation and a tentative resolve
First the apology. I am sorry I dropped out of sight so suddenly and with no coherent explanation.
Next the explanation I owe
About 25 years ago, as our family was preparing for a holiday trip, I found I could not properly focus my eyesight. A quick visit to our doctor discovered that the muscles around my right eye were failing to function on command. Within a day or two the whole of one side of my face lost feeling and became effectively paralysed .. eye, ear, cheek, lips, tongue ... the whole kit and caboodle.
Since I had not suffered any physical trauma, the tentative diagnosis was an infection in my facial and cranial nerves blocking the control impulses probably through inflammation of the surrounding tissue. Not life-threatening of course, not even terribly painful most of the time, just a bloody nuisance (though my girls thought the eyepatch I wore to protect an eye that would not shut quite piratical)
I was given various anti-inflammatory pills that seemed to halt the progression but was told only time would tell if the substantial effects would fade. Fortunately, over about a year the paralysis went, leaving only some numbness, slightly impaired binaural hearing and a few problems with speech formation.
So far so meeh. I was told that these problems were rare but if they went away at all, they very rarely recurred.
For twenty years that held true but about three years ago the same symptoms began to appear again. Not as severe and mostly stopped in its advance each time by the same kind of anti-inflammatory medication but repeatedly in waves every two or three months. The attacks can now be on both sides of my face, even together at times. It seems probable the bug was a virus and has acted a bit like shingles and taken up long term residence. It is now unlikely to be shifted.
In normal life, the effects are mostly almost imperceptible but when active, boy do they bollix up my hand-eye coordination and concentration. Which is a real bother, since I both earn my living and get a lot of enjoyment at the keyboard and screen.
I try to tell myself to simply forge through doing the best I can, accepting that each day will be different. But the damn bug has got into my head in more ways than one and as the Little Corporal has it "The moral to the physical is as three to one" (Even a psychopath can be right some times)
I admit it ... just recently when on a downswing I threw my toys out of the pram in a paddy.
Apologies, shipmates.
And finally the resolve.
I am definitely going to continue the D-E Saga at the best pace I can
(and hopefully, resume participating actively in all the other excellent threads that I enjoy too)
See you soon (Next two episodes are being proofread this week)
Next the explanation I owe
About 25 years ago, as our family was preparing for a holiday trip, I found I could not properly focus my eyesight. A quick visit to our doctor discovered that the muscles around my right eye were failing to function on command. Within a day or two the whole of one side of my face lost feeling and became effectively paralysed .. eye, ear, cheek, lips, tongue ... the whole kit and caboodle.
Since I had not suffered any physical trauma, the tentative diagnosis was an infection in my facial and cranial nerves blocking the control impulses probably through inflammation of the surrounding tissue. Not life-threatening of course, not even terribly painful most of the time, just a bloody nuisance (though my girls thought the eyepatch I wore to protect an eye that would not shut quite piratical
)I was given various anti-inflammatory pills that seemed to halt the progression but was told only time would tell if the substantial effects would fade. Fortunately, over about a year the paralysis went, leaving only some numbness, slightly impaired binaural hearing and a few problems with speech formation.
So far so meeh
. I was told that these problems were rare but if they went away at all, they very rarely recurred.For twenty years that held true but about three years ago the same symptoms began to appear again. Not as severe and mostly stopped in its advance each time by the same kind of anti-inflammatory medication but repeatedly in waves every two or three months. The attacks can now be on both sides of my face, even together at times. It seems probable the bug was a virus and has acted a bit like shingles and taken up long term residence. It is now unlikely to be shifted.
In normal life, the effects are mostly almost imperceptible but when active, boy do they bollix up my hand-eye coordination and concentration. Which is a real bother, since I both earn my living and get a lot of enjoyment at the keyboard and screen.
I try to tell myself to simply forge through doing the best I can, accepting that each day will be different. But the damn bug
has got into my head in more ways than one and as the Little Corporal has it "The moral to the physical is as three to one" (Even a psychopath can be right some times)I admit it ... just recently when on a downswing I threw my toys out of the pram in a paddy.
Apologies, shipmates.
And finally the resolve.
I am definitely going to continue the D-E Saga at the best pace I can
(and hopefully, resume participating actively in all the other excellent threads that I enjoy too)
See you soon (Next two episodes are being proofread this week)
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