Spring 2019 Newsletter

Chairman’s message
Jackie Arnot

Talk on Markets, Mildmay and Marconi
Report by Shirley Deering

Talk on Chelmsford’s Suffragettes
Report by Shirley Deering

Talk on Essex country houses
Report by Shirley Deering

Talk on Henry VIII and his six wives
Report by Shirley Deering

“From Crossbow to CrossRail”
Report by Shirley Deering

Outing to Mountfitchet Castle and Wimpole Estate
Report by Shirley Deering

The Christmas Post outing
Report by Al Arnot

President’s Event

On target
Shirley Deering

Use it or lose it
Al Arnot

On target
Shirley Deering

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A target

It was a contract which could only be handled by the most skilled operator in The Organisation.

“This job calls for the utmost skill, expertise, experience, determination and patience” Big Boss had said. “You are the only one in The Organisation I can rely on to bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. You will take the ferry to the island, where your quarry is hiding in the woods.”

He felt very conspicuous as he joined the holiday makers and day trippers waiting for the ferry. A lone man with a large black rucksack, he certainly stood out among the dads burdened with picnic bags and folding chairs, the Mums wheeling baby buggies and shouting after runaway children, and the middle-aged couples exchanging sea-sickness jokes. However, no-one took any notice of him.

In a babble of excited chatter the passengers surged happily ashore at the end of the short ferry trip. Some made for the visitor centre while others went straight to the castle. He alone quietly slipped off in the direction of the woods.

Long experience of this kind of requirement and detailed knowledge of the habits of his quarry enabled him to quickly chose the perfect place in which to await his opportunity for his chance of taking his target by surprise.

In a shorter time than he had expected, a rustling among the leaves and a trembling of the branches told him his quarry was approaching through the trees. For one moment he stood still, clear of the foliage. There was a flash, a startled cry, then he was gone, crashing through the trees, branches bending, leaves shaking. The Organisation’s most skilled operative smiled with satisfaction as he packed up his equipment. Yes, Big Boss would be pleased with him. He’d got the perfect photograph of a red squirrel to fulfil the contract with the wild life magazine.

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