Beautiful weather, perfect bodies, lots of beer, music, boats on the canal ...
What more could you want?
The adventures of Biggles bring on fond memories - of adventure, of aviation, or adversity, of admiration, of many other childhood charms. The stories cronical the adventures of James Bigglesworth, his flying companion Algy (the Hon. Algernon Lacey) starting out in the 'white fokker' from the Gobi to Antartica and even India. My favourite character in the series is Ginger (Hebblethwaite) who charmed me from his first appearance in Biggles and the Black Peril. In all about 100 stories were written by Capt. W.E Johns and they continue to fascinate people (like the members of the international biggles association) even today.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
