Glorious First of June

Diverting from the pre-occupations of the GE & Brexit:

Today marks the Anniversary of Lord Howe's prolonged battle, where the French fleet suffered a considerable defeat in 1794, well offshore in the western approaches.

Tactically, a result from which the French Navy never fully recovered but Howe's target fleet (a large grain convoy en-route from N. America) escaped unmolested much to the relief of the then famine-stricken French.

Hence their claim of a 'victory' (...& big sigh of relief from their Admiral who risked a ticket to the guillotine)

Several accounts on the web but a good day to pause, reflect on this highlight in our RN's history....*

A 7 minute Movie:
Long Version (From Aus): https://www.navyhistory.org.au/the-battle-of-the-glorious-first-of-june-1794/

And Wiki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glorious_First_of_June




* and drink a bumper toast, Cheers! :cool:
 
BUMPED - Today being the Glorious First of June (again...)

Short Version at http://www.queensroyalsurreys.org.uk/1661to1966/gloriousfirst/gloriousfirst.shtml

<<...The Battle of the Glorious First of June took place in the North Atlantic, four hundred miles west of Ushant, off the Irish coast. It was the first decisive meeting between the fleets of Britain and the French Republic. Its main effect was on the Nation’s morale, as the victory removed any fear of French invasion. The French did, however, manage to slip a vital grain convoy from America into France, whilst the fleets were engaged.

On the morning of the Battle, the enemy fleet was seen about six miles off on the starboard bow steering in line of battle on the port tack. The British fleet formed in line abreast and at 9 30am, the French opened fire. It was said that there could never have been such a noble sight than seeing twenty-five British line of battle ships intending to pass through the French line of twenty-six. An hour later, close action began in the centre, as Lord Howe in HMS Queen Charlotte engaged the French Admiral Villaret in the Montagne. Most of the French shot was high, but the British fire raked the French through the stern and then engaged the enemy on the leeward side before her guns could properly be brought to bear. The battle went on until one o’clock in the afternoon; seven enemy ships were captured and the French suffered 3000 killed and wounded. British losses were 1000...>>


Longer Version at WIKI:

 
23:59L 30 April, they move slowly...

...as there's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance—
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
 

SONAR-BENDER

War Hero
...as there's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance—
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
BOOTWU - was it the 'mushrooms'..........?
 

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