Ahoy Monty I'm now scuppered, residing in Davy Jones locker with Keith Richards, but my old seaweed entangled heart beat faster to see your take on this grand old warship: God bless your cotton socks
In my present state of sublimed (where old Bucketeers go after extinction) I have been moved enough by this superb drawing to contribute my modest praise for the genius of Hood's artistic expression.
Nice stuff jabba Me and LP were sitting in the garden at Portsmouth Towers t'other day when we heard an unusual roaring noise - looked up and saw the Lanc on her way back from Duxford to Lincs. I won't say she was low, but I swear I could see the nose hairs up the pilots nose.