VIGIL OF COASTGUARD
There is a man at Lytham St. Annes, Lancashire, who spends the worst part of every week on St. Annes Pier. He sits in a little hut at the end of the pier—just listening and watching. He watches the shipping for miles around, and has a collection of rockets, each with a different message, which can be understod easily by vessels of all kinds For this man is a coastguard. Fogs aud gales give him a busy time, but the brown-faced little man in the navyblue suit is always ready. “I’m off the minute the telephone rings,” he said lately. “Maybe I’m get ting into bed. Makes uo difference. Sometimes the gale’s so .strong it’s taken me half an hour creeping down the pier on my hands and knees. But it’s got to be done.”
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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 121, 15 February 1935, Page 8
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