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How do al'gether and welcome to this the 22nd
issue of Hear'say. Before I waffle on any further, I'd just like to say how nice it was to
read the letter in the last issue of @ Sheringham, from the coastal watch chap about, what
he called, my observations about a certain event concerning a group of people having a
midnight splash. Eventually the proceedings ended involving the calling out of the
lifeboat.
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I have to say, although flattered, I actually knew
absolutely nothing about that particular incident. The one to which I referred happened
much earlier. Just for the record I had previously reported a couple of lads doing a
skinny dip in the dead of night by the Crown. But thanks for the gossip anyway. I have to
say also, that it just goes to show how very well read my column is. Albeit that some
people do at times jump to conclusions. Ah. I feel so much better now for getting that off
my chest.
I daresay that going for a dip in the sea whether at night or otherwise is still cheaper
than a trip to the Splash though a tad more riskier. Although the last time I ventured in
there I had to constantly try to avoid being struck around my person by hoards of flying
kids lobbing themselves in the water like cannon balls, all in the name of fun. Not so
funny however when you're trying to complete a width of breaststroke before your breath
runs out. The more asinine I am in making my goal, the more of the little bundles of joy
seem to turn up from every direction. One has to finally admit defeat when suddenly
several pairs of goggle eyed creatures from the deep appear around ones waist. Hasty
avoidance measures have to be taken before an untimely collision with a luminous snorkel
does undue and unspeakable damage to ones personage.
Now then what else has been going on? Well surprised as I am, not a lot really. The usual
Summertime events including this year's St. Peters Church Flower Festival, more blooming
wonders from the church ladies who as usual put on a super show. Unfortunately me thinks
as their artistic creations whither and fade, some folk's memories in the town concerning
the other church bloomers, will not be quite as short lived!
Oh yes I forgot to mention in the last issue how impressed we all were at how quickly the
towns centre on Carnival Day was converted from an open air landfill site to the clean and
tidy Sheringham we've all grown to love so much. All thanks must be conveyed to the
councilmen in their dustcarts etc. for executing a mammoth task in nanosecond. Well done!
Talking of Carnival Day there wasn't time to mention either, how much we all enjoyed the
Carnival horse race, especially after I'd plugged it so fervently. Yes an absolutely
brilliant effort was afforded by all. My personal congratulations go to the lads that won
and to the runners up including the second placed six-legged horse. Shame on the
organisers though for not giving out certificates for second and third place. If you ask
me they should all have received one for the entertainment value alone if for nothing
else.
I was disappointed though. I mean just where were the obstacles? Not a Tesco barrier in
sight! No water jump, (presumably all the carnival's allocation had been used up putting
out the co-op) the poor old nags couldn't even have a pit stop for a groom and a
legitimate sup of an open air pint from the pub on the way down. Last but by no means
least there was no custard filled paddling pools. (Probably due to Budgens being sold out
of that too). Whilst I'm still on about Carnival day I gather there was a fund
raising day in aid of little Luke who has leukaemia, held at the Dunstable pub.
I'm told this was a great success which is wonderful. This brings me back to the horse
race. I have now been reliably informed that the girls that came second also had raised a
tidy sum for the same said appeal so well done to them too. Now then moving swiftly
on, as I tend to do. Has any one noticed the new village sign at Beeston Regis yet? No?
Well that's not surprising as the actual sign itself is so minuscule. |
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| It, to me, resembles the bulls eye target from the golden
shot resting, as it is, aloft on a perpendicular "Bernie's Bolt". Still, the
wooden "surround" varnished bench would, I'm sure be a welcome sight to any
would-be explorer who happened to set out in search of it in vain. Only by accident, leg
sore and exhausted, happen to stumble on the bench to use it to recover. Only then, after
digesting ones pack up lunch and a bottle of cider, do they realise that they had indeed
found what they had set out to find in their quest. Not unlike, don't you think the story
of how Poo Bear set off and subsequently went on to discover the North Pole on one of his
expeditions? I guess that someone in their infinite wisdom has taken it upon themselves to
give Beeston Regis village status. I suppose not through entitlement but through the
keeping up with the Jones' thing that is the order of the day these days. And how come it
gets this status? Up until Abby and Caxton Park materialised, all it consisted of was a
pink cottage on the coast road, a few fields of common land and a ruined old Priory. I
guess with the flocks of car-booters every Sunday on Cookie's field swelling the numbers
in the Summer months gave it the sudden rise in population growth, and with it,
recognition as a village. After all it has all the vital shops needed for rural support, a
garage, corner store and Hairdressers, but no pub as yet as Sunway Park enjoys. Just think
by this reckoning, Sunway Park could be next. And by the same token if the same criteria
were afforded to Sheringham then surely, due to the sheer numbers of visitors we get here
during the year we should be granted City status by Christmas. And on that note I have to
bid you farewell. All the best for now. Vic. |
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