A knowing nod from superstition - probably

So what if the term superstition might be used for those good signs we see in life? Especially today, I feel I need to see unexpected nods by Fate as real and really encouraging. 

Take today as the perfect example.

Regular readers will know, probably to their back teeth, how keen I am to clear my name after the truly devious trial, held in camera, that followed my arrest in an ambush.

Old mantra

That awful, deeply disturbing scene at a friend’s home in Hampshire proved to me, in the cruellest way, that the old mantra one learned as a child, that English justice is the envy of the world, has to be the grossest of exaggerations.

 Bureaucrats in the former Customs Department had a clutch of people in jail that they claimed were members of a drugs gang.

 Showing a complete ignorance of the sea, the bureaucrats decided the gang was being supplied by yachts, and yachts sailed by ‘Sunday sailors’ who navigated from the Caribbean with cargoes street-valued in the millions.

 The prosecution showed it knew nothing of the weather and the sort of seas that lie between the Caribbean and South Coast ports but, as luck would have it, the jury knew even less. …Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuiring book, Sailing to Purgatory, here >>>
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