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POSTCARD FROM BLIGHTY by Phil Naylor ”This month’s image is not strictly “from” Blighty ... We were fortunate enough to be on our holidays in early June & I couldn’t resist the opportunity to show you all the Grand-daddy of all tortoises! Certainly related to the smaller tortoises found in the © Phil Naylor campo around Almeria, this “old boy” is an Aldabra giant tortoise (Aldabrachelys gigantea), from the islands of the Aldabra Atoll in the Seychelles, and a bit of a celebrity! Allow me to introduce “Esmeralda” who is officially the world’s heaviest tortoise (the lady is Sue, my wife)! Some say the oldest too but no-one really knows when he, yes he’s a he, was born. There is a certificate in the reception area of Bird Island Lodge, Seychelles (where he lives) giving his year of birth as 1771 … but how would anyone know?! Be that as it may, he’s a big old boy and there’s something quite humbling to be in the presence of an ancient living creature of a race virtually unchanged for 180 million years!!”
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22nd February 1923 – 15TH April 2011 Written by his son Dad, namely Kenneth Archibald Thompson, was born in February 1923 in Birkenhead, Cheshire, the youngest and smallest of 5 brothers. His father was a Pantry man on the ocean-going liners which sailed between Liverpool and the USA. Money was in short supply and his mother used to take in washing and knit gloves for 2d per pair, incredibly, to supplement the family income. He was, however, a bright lad and passed the scholarship to Birkenhead Institute, a good school, which he joined in 1934, aged 11. He was a high achiever, gaining matriculation passes in 8 subjects, 5 with credit. At 16 he joined the RAF Cadet Force - it was then August 1939. Looking through his papers I found a pass giving the 18 year old permission to smoke, but only off base. In 1942 he was accepted for pilot training and 1943 found him in Saskatchewan, Canada, flying Ansons, Harvards and Tigermoths. At this time his nickname was Rodeo Thompson. This stemmed from an incident when his Tigermoth ran out of fuel and he had to land in a field full of horses. He walked to the farm to telephone the base to bring more fuel and when he returned to the field the horses were eating the plane. They apparently found the dope painted on the canvas wings irresistible. When he was posted to India, he flew a motley collection of planes and was awarded the Air Force Cross for conspicuous gallantry - landing a plane whilst badly injured. He once told me that he was shown a map but was not allowed to keep it, whilst flying berween isolated land strips. Flying in India in those days really was on a wing and a prayer. After the war he returned to Birkenhead, married, took me on and had a daughter, Michelle. At this time he was working as an insurance salesman, but decided to embark on a new career in law. He moved to London, lived in digs, studied at London University and Lincolns Inn Fields, was called to the Bar and became a qualified barrister in 1954. Quite an achievement for a working class boy. Using his newly acquired qualifications he joined the Civil Service (the Inland Revenue as I recall). He also joined the Masons, which became an important part of his life for a long period. My recollections of him at this time:Trilby hats (very Indiana Jones) ... A waxed moustache (very Biggles) ... Never let him get near the bathroom before you - he would be in there for hours ... Riding a Vespa down Western Avenue to work - a high-risk occupation - he came off many times. In 1968 he transferred to the Court Service where his law qualifications could be put to better use. It was about this time that he met Robbie and they married in October 1971 (incredibly nearly 40 years ago), extending his family and providing for further adventures (kindred spirits, I think). They moved to Harrow and a period of mid-life holidays and fun ensued. He finally retired some 26 years ago as Senior Clerk to the Court. Dad and Robbie moved to Neston on the Wirral - Parkgate - the posh part, then on to Pentre Halkin, North Wales, halfway up a very cold mountain. Twenty one years ago they moved to sunny Spain and built a house in Enix, finally moving to Mojacar and Turre. My personal reflections:When I was young he rarely lost his temper with me depite my constant provocation. He was always kind and supportive. He had a long, interesting and worthwhile life, but I will miss him, as shall we all.