It’s the
twenty-first of February one of those unremarkable days that pretty much go
unnoticed. It’s no Candlemas Day (Feb 2nd), or Valentine’s Day (Feb
14th) and it certainly isn’t Leap Day (Feb 29th once
every four years). So all in all it’s not much of a day at all and the grey
damp weather does nothing to add to its lack of importance.
Of course
every day becomes important sometimes. Things happen to even the most
unimportant ordinary of days, even February days.
In 1431
Joan of Arc was accused of heresy in Rouen. That didn’t end well. Three hundred
years later in 1741 Jethro Tull – the inventor not the musician – unveiled the
seed drill and saved the backs of hundreds of thousands of farm workers. Mind
you, he doomed a lot to impoverished starvation to boot. In 1804 Richard Trevithick
demonstrated the first steam train in South Wales. In 1910 Douglas Bader, the
flying ace, was born. He went on to lose both his legs in a daring flying
accident but still managed to shoot down twenty German planes in the Second
World War despite his new legs of tin. In 1952 we all became anonymous when
Winston Churchill’s government abolished identity cards. In 1961 The Beatles –
a new-fangled beat combination band – appeared for the first time at the Cavern
Club in Liverpool. In 1998 Boadicea turned up; buried under Platform 8 at King’s
Cross railway station. And just last year on this day Mevagissey council in
Cornwall had to abandon plans to name a thoroughfare Hitler’s Walk as a result
of a protest by town residents. Both Douglas Bader and Winston Churchill would
have approved of that, Boadicea too probably.
So, maybe February
the twenty-first isn’t as glamorous as Valentine’s Day, but it’s had its
moments. I wonder what the next one will be?
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