After a week of having to use my Ipad as a Wifi hotspot, I am relieved to say that I am now back online properly. The BT technician came this morning to set broadband up, and I’m now surfing the web as normal. It’s quite a relief: it got so bad yesterday that I couldn’t get online at all in the afternoon, which for me was very, very frustrating.
Now that I have proper web access, I can catch up with what I’ve missed. I just watched the first episode of Sir David Attenborough’s new program, Seven Worlds, One Planet, and all I can say is, ”Wow!” I am, once again, in awe off Sir David and the programs he narrates. The subject was fascinating, the photography stunning. The episode focussed on Antartica and the various ways animals survive down there. Even watching it on my computer, the images were riveting and I couldn’t help being drawn into the various animals’ stories, such as that of a young bird chick struggling to get back into it’s mother’s nest.
But then, we should expect nothing less from the programs of Sir David Attenborough. For all our lives, for almost seventy years, he has presented the best shows on television. My generation, and indeed my parent’s generation, grew up with him. I remember watching his shows as a little boy and teenager living with my parents and brothers; at uni I remember going to Steve and Chris’s to watch Life Of Mammals; I remember lounging on the sofa at Lyn’s watching some of his great programs of the last decade; and now, here in my new home, his legacy and legend continues. He has been a constant source of inspiration and fascination for the whole country, throughout our lives. Very few other public figures, apart, perhaps, for the Queen, can have the same sort of cultural cache. I find that truly, truly remarkable.