Anyway; enough of that.
Those of you who know me well will be aware of how much I wanted to live near the coast. It has been an all-consuming passion and dream of mine since childhood. As I have said before, the move down here has ticked every box save one. That was the box that said to move down to the coast while the children were young enough to grow up at the seaside. That was something that meant more to me than anything else; and with the best will in the world and the fact thay are both adults now, can never be.
There was however another box that has remained unticked. It has been part of me for so long, but in my heart I knew it could never be; I wanted to join the lifeboat service.
I have been passionate about lifeboats for over thirty years and always wished to be a volunteer. I have helped out with 'Shoreline ' and done the flag days. I have also helped raise funds when I can. Sadly though, living in Surrey doesn't give much opportunity to be a volunteer lifeboatman.
Moving down here did not further my dream of being on the lifeboats either. Aside from the fact that I can't swim; a minor detail in my view; it also seems I am now a little to old to be a new lifeboat crew member.
All that has changed now as I see an opening for myself.
Last year on the walk we became very aware of the National Coastwatch Institution. We didn't know much about them except that they were stations all manned by volunteers...and crucially, kept a watch out along the coast for walkers like ourselves as well as all types of craft at sea.
We knew of them, had even donated money to them, but never gave them much more thought otherwise.
Then last week it all changed. I had a letter addressed to Pednvaden Point, Portscatho. This is the NCI watchers station on our bit of coast. The other postman at Portscatho gave it to me and told me he always delivered it to a house in Portscatho itself. This I duly did.
However the chap who I gave it to saw me and gave it back the following day. He explained that the regular postman would often deliver these addressed letters to him...but he was nothing to do with them at all. He had been a coastguard many years ago but that was his only tenuous connection with this service. He did however, give me the correct address in the next village for the letter to go to.
I took it along on my way home, and small world, the man turned out to be the husband of the lady who brought the local parish magazines to my door for me to deliver. This was last Friday 10th August.
We had a brief chat and I continued on home. The following day (Saturday) in Truro...there was a flag day for the NCI and I contributed to that whilst marvelling at the coincedence.
And then yesterday (Sunday) Linda and I went to the Tregony Heavy Horse Show. One of the first stalls we came across was for the NCI..and they are recruiting for volunteers in the local area..
This was just the project I have been looking for. Linda has her volunteer work at Maria's Animal Rescue Shelter, and I have been looking for something for myself.
It may have been a bit of a pipe dream hoping to become a lifeboatman, but the NCI is a reality for me. On the strength of all these coincidence's and remembering how our move down here seemed meant to be...I have applied to be a volunteer with the NCI this morning.
There will be no more prouder or happier man in Cornwall if they take me on.
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