A pocket battleship - HA HA HA |
Because ever since I heard that a park in Scarborough staged
a re-enactment of the Battle of the River Plate, I have been yearning with a
passion to go and see what must have rated as one of the most randomly bonkers
events going.
What does the very name “Scarborough” evoke, more than the 1939 South
Atlantic encounter between the German commerce raider Admiral Graf Spee and Commodore Harwood’s Force-G? Nothing,
obviously.
Tancred and I recently pitched up in Peasholm Park. Roger Jr
had fallen off his scooter and was being examined in Scarborough hospital
within an hour of our arriving in the North Yorks Moors on holiday. Elvira was
in attendance, and the youngest and I were attempting to salvage some sort of
pleasant leisure out of the whole accursed experience.
Roger Jr was fine, by the way – and that hospital’s bad
reputation was, as far as we could see, entirely undeserved.
The Naval Warfare event wasn’t on that day, but the ships
were out in the lake. Apparently, they are operated by council employees.
People’s council tax is being spent training miniature sailors, for god’s sake.
I know that most people today would probably have no idea
what the Battle of the River Plate was, or would give a toss if they did know. And that's probably why it was changed.
SCUTTLE! goes the real Graf Spee |
But it seems a terrible shame that they – whoever “they” are – have just turned
this event into a demonstration of little boats pretending to fight in a lake,
rather than a lunatic commemoration of real history.
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