#U boat watch chimera professional#

The contrast is superb, affording peerless legibility, even for my ageing eyes.Īt noon, a 12-hour chronograph hand is located. The date is presented in white font on a black disc wheel. A black hand, tipped in white, interfaces with a scale presented on a grey coloured circlet as before.Ī date aperture is located at 9 o’clock. It is the smallest of the three subdials. Located at 6 o’clock is a 30-minute chronograph counter. The subdial is framed with an openworked circlet, residing on a grey layer below and marked with Arabic numerals and white strokes.

The result is that the tip stands out, enhancing read-off. The majority of the seconds hand is barely visible against the adjacent black background. Each 20 second interval is marked with a green line. A black seconds hand, tipped in green, traverses the subdial. It displays the subsidiary seconds and is the largest of the three subdials featured. The font used is modern in character, partly thanks to the “split” characters and conspires with other details to bestow a modern, clean cut appearance.Īt 3 o’clock a subdial resides. The remaining hours are marked with double white batons. White Arabic numerals appear at 2, 4, 8, 10 and 12 o’clock. The hour and minute hands are white along the majority of their form, except near their fulcrum where they employ black, stealthily merging with the black dial. The black dial provides the perfect contrast to the white and green details presented. It is for these reasons that I have much respect for this masculine timepiece presented in stainless steel. An absence of the superfluous enhances legibility and ease of understanding. In terms of horology, cleanliness aids interpretation of time. The absence of extraneous matter prevents distraction from the important and sometimes critical. There is a rationale to my extended pre-amble. It was after this episode I experienced a sense of foreboding, worried that my brilliant-like appearance may act as a beacon for low flying planes above. As my knees resembled halogen lightbulbs, illuminating the path ahead of me, she migrated to my plaque coated teeth, removing any shred of enamel. She dampened a cloth, with a portion of spit, and applied scouring powder to my knees with unbridled vigour. In a moment of rage she vowed to enhance my appearance and achieve a new found brilliance I had never known since birth. I recall my mother being frustrated that, despite her best efforts to dress me in lovely clothes, I always ended up appearing dishevelled and mucky. They were no stranger to nestling on muddy plains. But, most of all there was my indelibly blackened calves and ankles which I still vividly recall. My knee-length shorts were creased and grubby. Their appearance was spotless and pristine.Ĭonversely, like many junior school boys, my shoes were always scuffed from kicking a football around the school playing field. I remember their gingham dresses and shiny shoes. Their writing was neat and tidy, unlike my illegible scrawl. It reminds me of the fragrant girls who were praised by “Miss”, at my junior school. There is something cathartic about unburdening yourself of the detritus of negative experiences which unduly way heavy upon your psyche.

#U boat watch chimera professional#

My children are soon to fly the nest and there is a realisation that this is as good as it gets.Ī few years ago I remember sitting on a couch, reliving my childhood experiences to a medical professional and openly disclosing my inner thoughts.

I now find myself reading the investment section of the Sunday newspapers. I have become part of the establishment which I rebelled against in my former years. Days of being patronised by one’s elders have ceased. There is a realisation that you are no longer the immature youth with naive dreams.

This was exampled with behaviour which was “text-book stuff” for those men who have reached “that certain age”.Īge stealthily creeps up on your blind side. I have reached a stage in life where, along with several of my friends, I have experienced a mid-life crisis. This handsome watch, which I have been lucky enough to wear of late, is a model of clarity and has the most profoundly clean appearance.

It was whilst holding the U-Boat U-51 Chimera (6495) that I was reminded of an episode in my youth.