How those words used to fill me with excitement. Going back to Radio only days the forecast used to come on about four times a day and the areas would always be read out in the same order - almost like a poem. I could recite them in the right order - now I can only remember some of them. Sitting here, a mixture of snow and rain falling, central heating full on at lunch time, only a light breeze - I suddenly for some reason thought of it - Faroes, Fairisle, Dogger, Lundy, Malin, Hebrides, - Rockall, Shannon - that's about all I can rake up from the depths.
I would sit and listen and find the areas on the tattered old map we had because even at that age I was fascinated by the idea of travel, of seeing places. I was about ten I suppose and in our class at Primary school we were asked to bring in labels off tinned food from around the world and they would be placed on a map. I brought in many more than anyone else - not because we had more, after all we were in the midst of World War II, but I went round all neighbours, friends, relatives - everyone who could supply even a meagre label. And then at Christmas, for my present, I asked for a new Atlas and joy of joys, at the front it even had a picture of the shipping areas round our coast.
Shows how a simple thing can foster a lifelong interest. After school, no chance of travelling because you needed money and we never had any to spare. Then came marriage, buying a house, raising a son and it really wasn't until he had gone through University that there was any spare money.. Then we did travel as much as we possibly could. There is nohing like it.
At present I am going round the World in 80 days - now on TV no longer for real. But imagination is a wonderful thing isn't it? Wouldn't have minded going right round the British Isles all those years ago, taking in all those shipping forecast areas. Trouble is I am terribly seasick - sick at the slightest ripple. What about you?