As I do every year.
Whilst there, I was pleased to meet up with Dave, a ham friend of old, who is just too damn clever for his own good. I find Dave’s enthusiasm for radio and electronics so inspiring and I always enjoy spending time at his place, talking geeky stuff over a cup of tea and a biscuit. Unfortunately, he lives just far enough away for me to be unable to make more frequent visits.
I also met up with Alan, a mate who I met through ham radio back in the eighties. Since he moved down to the south coast, we’ve been unable to keep in contact via the radio, but we’ll keep at it. And there’s always the twisted pair to fall back on, I s’pose.
Following a pre-arranged meet, I finally managed to put faces to voices as Dave and Paul from the Saturday afternoon local net, wandered over and introduced themselves. Having spoken to them for hours over the past months, it was good to properly meet them for the first time.
And then, whilst casually wandering down the final row of trestle tables, loaded up with what Mrs Masher refers to as “a load of old tat”, but is actually really useful stuff (honestly), I bumped into Chris. Chris used to live near me and we would often chat on a couple of walkie-talkie type radios via the local repeater before his job required him to move away oop north. We’ve not been in touch for about twenty years, so it was really good to make his acquaintance again, brief as it was.
The sun shone throughout the day, I met up with some old mates and I managed to get a couple of bargains.
Best Sunday I’ve had all year.