' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Low Finisterre 1007 Losing Its Identity By The Same Time

D Dónall Dempsey
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LOW FINISTERRE 1007 LOSING ITS IDENTITY BY THE SAME TIME It’s BBC Radio 4 but the familiar litany of THE SHIPPING FORECAST is alas...maimed not the same. They changed a national institution of the mind redeveloped the mental landscape. They have even dare to have it moved by 15 minutes and renamed FINISTERRE ...FITZROY. Like ...why? It isn’t cricket ...is it? This the beloved Lord’s Prayer of places. Not even a great British outrage could save it change the changes. For years its well worn sounds embedded in our head the national psyche as we drifted off to sleep perchance to dream with SAILING BY. But secretly we recite night by night re-instating FINISTERRE letting FITZROY sink to the bottom of our minds drown as we cuddle up to the long loved old familiar sounds. ******* Consternation was caused when a name change was brought about in Feb.2002 and the well known and well worn sound of FINISTERRE was transformed into FITZROY. It was as if one had attacked a living person...a great British institution and there was uproar and pandemonium. But FITZROY won the day and the man who carried Darwin on the BEAGLE and invented the weather forecast was the new sound in town. He was a Christian creationist and never forgave himself for evolving Darwin and indeed committed suicide later on in life over the grief of this.) I prefer the world’s end feeling and sound of FINISTERRE but...there ya are!

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