It’s been a proud week for our city as the world’s eyes focused on the new Mary Rose Museum in the dockyard.
‘The biggest and best archaeological showpiece in our generation’ one historian gushed on national TV.
There’s something about seeing your home town on national/international telly that warms the cockles of the heart.
History tends to repeat itself. In 1982 I stood on the beach watching that shaky yellow frame raise the remnants from the seabed.
Thirty years on, my daughter sang at the museum’s official opening ceremony. In another 30 years, Molly could be telling her own children about her role in our maritime heritage