An undergraduate prank, of some finesse. Two young council workmen, way back in the 60s, were digging up a patch of King’s Parade, just where it was causing maximum inconvenience to a road then still open to through traffic. More..
As the ebb gathered speed, the Saltstraum, which we had crossed at dead slack water, began to fret itself into little eddies, and then whirlpools, and then overfalls, and then massive standing waves in which no small boat could have lived. More..