Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson

An unmended patch, a lost brace button, a wasp sting in a prominent position, a scrubby chin are not desirable and add no dignity to a yachtsman, nor to his comfort.

The worries of thirty years ago, when bread and meat and vegetables needed searching for, exist no longer, for every village caters for holiday folk, and peripatetic shop folk go about in motor cars, and even boats, as did the bum boaters in the days of Nelson, when his fleets were lying at anchor in Yarmouth roads.

And so, having shipped our supplies, we, on Thursday, August the ninth, sailed out of Means Dyke at St. Olave's at four p.m., several friends ashore wishing us bon voyage, and read the inscription in chalk upon the bows, The Walrus, our nameplates having not yet arrived.

Our boom swept aside the reeds on our port side, bending them low to spring erect again as we left them behind us.

But poor old piscator disappeared, all but unnoticed in his dropping out, and nobody else remembers him now.

And Enoch walked with God and nature, and he was not, for God took him.

How can a fellow like myself, whose pleasures of my early youth have become the inheritance of other men, forget those vanished and romantic days? The very haunts of these men have passed away, and who will, a decade or so hence, remember Borough Water Frolic, or the Burney Arms One Barrel Pub, the old Lord Nelson, and the Staff of Life, whereat these men made merry and spun yarns that were spiced with folk and nature lore, with stirring reminiscences and pungent linguistics? Ragged old Charon, in his mildewed scallop, has ferried them, every one, across the styx.

At eleven next morning, on the early flood, the Walrus, with the dinghy and the old punt Yarwhelp towing behind her, was drifted under the bridges, past the shrimp boats, the punts, and yachts that lay moored beside the muds and gnarly timbered quays.

But before he had finished teaching a heavy policeman the lesson of the sky, I knew that I had found my wonder child.

You followed him? I captured him in the midst of a group of emaciated little girls in the shadow of Lord Nelson.

All the childish crowd was looking upward, and every eye was completely round over each widely opened mouth, while Paper Cap repeated his formula.

Poor children, looking at the sky.

It seems he told his drinking mother in Drury Lane, in his lingo, of the wonders of the sea.

This I learned later.

And in his occasional and now somewhat fleeting visits to Trafalgar Square, he explained to the emaciated little girls in the shadow of Nelson the fact that there was to be found and seen somewhere water of a very different kind from that splashing and churning in the dingy basins guarded by the lions.

Meanwhile, I painted Little Jack all the time keeping alive in his nature the sea change, which was in the end to bring into my pocket £1,000 in hard cash.

It's all about, we can't have anyone better than anyone else.

This person is just as good as Nelson, right? Just because, just because she's there.

She's a woman.

There's

If you tick the right boxes, you don't need any achievements.

You just have to look like you might complain to HR.

Is that fair? The very fact that she's an ordinary woman, it's like, oh, Nelson dies in battle.

It's like, who are you, sorry? Woman.

"'There's Villeneuve and Saint-Pège, and—' "'Quit talking French,' said Mr. Moggleson.

"'What about John Paul Jones and Nelson?' So I set to work, and made replicas of them.

The one of Jones was fair, but the Nelson statue was first-rate.

I did it all from his portraits, and there he stands in the gallery, with one arm and one eye, and everybody who comes in recognizes him at once.

And that brings me to the point.' ah you've had trouble with nelson cried brodsky mon dieu said dupuy lapsing into his native tongue as he wiped his forehead he's trying to murder me The man broke off and eyed us furtively.

Dupuy led the way toward an end of the great hall.

Here I saw a group of figures attired in Georgian dress.

Evidently Nelson would be found among these.

A whole body? The whole body, yeah.

Like they folded Nelson.

They folded Nelson in half and put him in a barrel.

They might have had a big barrel or like a tall barrel or a Nelson shaped barrel.

I don't know, but he was, I'm pretty sure I remember.

A Nelson shaped barrel.

Yes.

Like a very, no, okay.

This is a pretty common thing, but it's funny just to see the British aristocracy complain about it.

A relative of Vice Admiral Lord Horatio Nelson has described it as an insult to the memory of the British Navy commander.

Yeah, saying you're a relative of him is pretty funny.

Yeah, it's so good.

Throwing shit everywhere.

Yeah, now that...

I might have to agree with Vice Admiral Lord Horatio Nelson's descendant.

Or not even really his descendant.

he leads a charge in these yeah he's like he's like what 11 12 yeah dude fucking one arm running in just i absolutely peaked

And he – and that book that Captain Jack gives him with Lord Nelson.

Lord Nelson famously, if you like old boats as much as I do, lost most of his right arm to grapeshot.

So that's why he gives him that book to show him that he can still do things and be in advance of what he's doing.

And I thought that was really beautiful, beautifully done and subtle.

makes I think music is an important part of the life on a ship like it's a tradition on sea to have some sort of like music based camaraderie So I think working that into a movie that is so much of its heart and blood is living at sea, it absolutely makes sense.

A couple other things.

Captain Jack, when he's giving his anecdote about Lord Nelson...