Missile

Talking of the number 50 (as we were the other day), there seem to be lots of anniversaries being celebrated at the moment. It is 50 years since the Beatles' first hit record. It is 50 years since the first James Bond film. It is 50 years since the Cuban missile crisis. And it is probably 50 years since many other things as well. 

I am at that awkward age where I have technically lived through these momentous events but have no memory of them. It was to be several years before I realised who James Bond or the Beatles actually were. And probably another couple of decades before I quite fathomed the Cuban missile crisis. But it is still interesting to have lived through these great moments in history, even if they passed me by, and to think of the impact they might have had on family and friends. But then people at the time would hardly have believed that we would still be listening to the Beatles or making James Bond films 50 years on. It rather makes you wonder what crumbs of contemporary culture will still be going strong in another half century. What will the world of 2062 be like? Jet cars? Transporter beams? The Archers still on Radio 4?

As an antidote to such turbulent thoughts, it seems appropriate to post a calmingly monochromatic picture:

Pebbles. Rocks. Stones. Who knows...