Edition 136 - February 2012
Photo: Judie W
Christmas is over and we are now well in to the New Year. The Christmas festivities in the village were successful and happy, enjoyed by everyone. The bumper crop of messages in the Newsletter boosted Manor Hall and Newsletter funds by the tune of £150 each - thank you - and the Carol Singing in the Square raised over £100 for Devon Air Ambulance.
The season brought with it the inevitable coughs and colds and get well wishes go to everyone who has suffered or is not feeling too great at present. There have also been one or two 'comings and goings' and our good wishes go to everyone who has left the village and a warm welcome as well to all newcomers.
Thank you to Paul whose illustrations continue to enhance our newsletter and there are lots of interesting articles again in this issue and my thanks to everyone who has put pen to paper or gone on their computer and e-mailed me.
Our printer is anxious to have the 'copy' slightly earlier and so that I can do this, I must in turn put the deadline for articles earlier. Instead of mid-month preceding issue, I should appreciate having articles, etc., by the end of the first week.
Whilst the evenings are drawing out, the mornings still seem very dark but spring is not far away. However, the flowers seem totally confused! There are daffodils, primroses, camellias and snowdrops flowering alongside roses and last year's summer bedding plants still giving bright colours!
A reminder that British Summer Time starts on Sunday morning, 25th March!
Judie - Ed
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.
It was with shock and incredulity that we learnt Tom had passed away unexpectedly on the 11th January after a brief illness. A loving and much loved husband, Tom will be sorely missed and our thoughts are with Mary and all the family at this very sad time.
A true gentleman, Tom will be missed in so many ways by his friends, neighbours and everyone who knew him. The overflowing chapel at the crematorium at his funeral was a tribute to the respect and love in which he was held.
One of his last wishes was to thank everyone for their get well cards, messages and visits during his only spell in hospital, he found them 'very cheering'. Bless you Tom.
Mary would like to thank everyone for the many cards, messages, and for attending Tom's funeral and the help and support she has received over the last few weeks.
WEATHER OR NOT
November was a complete contrast to last year. It was the second driest November that we have recorded with a total of only 64mm [2 9/16"] of rain. Winds were fairly light for much of the month and on the 4th we recorded only 4 knots - the calmest since the middle of January. The wind did pick up a bit more towards the end of the month with a maximum wind gust of 32 knots on the 27th. Temperatures ranged between 3.7 Deg C and 17 Deg C with a wind chill below freezing on only two days. By comparison, last year after the 20th temperatures dropped into single figures with overnight temperatures staying below freezing. The wind chill was below freezing on 13 days and -10 Deg C on two days. The sunshine hours of 28.53 were the highest since keeping records in 2002.
December made up for the dry November with a total of 187mm [7 5/16"] making it the wettest month of the year. The rain was spread throughout the month with only five days without any recordable rain. It was much milder than last December with a maximum of 12.4 Deg C, which in itself was not exceptional - we have recorded up to 14.3 Deg C in December 1997. But temperatures were in double figures for much of the month and the minimum was only 3.2 Deg C, the first December that we have not recorded a minus figure. The wind chill was down to -10 Deg C on a couple of days and there were very few days with a wind chill above freezing. This was as a result of the strong winds that we had throughout the month with frequent gale or strong wind warnings, the strongest gust recorded was 32 knots but readings were distorted by the valley. Far from being a white Christmas, the month ended on a damp mild note. December's sunshine hours of only 3.2 reflect the gloomy, overcast month and were the second lowest recorded.
Despite the rain in December, 2011 was one of the driest years we have recorded. With a total rainfall of 1089 [42 7/8"] it was not far behind 2010 with 1019 [40 1/8"] and 2006 with 1054 [411/2"].
As we write this there are still no signs of any very cold weather, but there is plenty of wind about. We wish everyone a Happy New Year.
Simon and Sue
ST. PETER'S CHURCH
Christmas Carol Service
A lovely Carol Service was held at St. Peter's on the Wednesday before Christmas, the church having been beautifully decorated with flowers and candles by all the flower ladies. The choir from our Primary School holding candles led the procession with Berrynarbor Choir all singing 'Once in Royal David's City'. The lit candles were then placed in prepared trays and displayed in front of the altar.
Reverend Chris led the service based on the Nine Lessons and Carols sung in many cathedrals and churches throughout the land.
Led by Headteacher Sue Carey, the School sang a beautiful piece of Christmas music entitled 'Follow that Star'. The large congregation then sang 'On Christmas Night all Christians Sing', followed by a lively performance of John Rutter's 'Shepherds' Pipe Carol' by our Choir.
Berrynarbor Choir is made up of singers from Berrynarbor and Parracombe and we must convey our hearty thanks to the ladies and gentlemen of Parracombe for their dedication - they have been attending our choir practice on Monday evenings for well over a year!
As is tradition, the School sang 'Away in a Manger' with the congregation joining in with the last verse.
'O Come all Ye Faithful' brought the service to a close with mulled wine and mince pies served to complete a wonderful and joyous evening.
A very big thank you to all who attended and to all the helpers who contributed to make the evening a success!
Stuart Neale - Organist and Choirmaster
More than fifty worshippers attended the Christmas Eve Holy Communion at 9.30 p.m. Officiated by Reverend George Billington, the service commenced with the blessing and placing of Baby Jesus in the crib. The collection was donated to the Children's Hospice South West.
It is always a pleasure to welcome so many visitors and parishioners to the church and thankfully the weather was much milder than last year.
The Christmas Day Communion Service at 11.00 a.m. was also well attended and was taken by Rector Chris. We are grateful to Phil Bridle for playing the organ in Stuart's absence as he was playing at Combe Martin church.
Special dates during February and March:
22nd February Ash Wednesday
26th February First Sunday in Lent
18th March Mothering Sunday, when we shall look forward to a Family Service with children from the School.
All services will begin at 11.00 a.m. and it is hoped that a regular pattern will be established soon. In the meantime, 'variety is the spice of life!'
Looking ahead, Easter Day will be on 8th April with Palm Sunday the week before, on the 1st.
We shall continue to meet at The Globe once a month for the Friendship Lunch - the dates are Wednesdays 29th February and 28th March. Our thanks to Karen and the staff for their hospitality and kind welcome.
F IS FOR . . . .
F is for February the time of year when Newsletter Finances and Funds are reviewed and subscriptions for readers receiving their copy by post need to be renewed. If you are someone to whom this applies, a letter is enclosed.
Thanks to the grant from the Parish Council, donation from the Parochial Church Council and your generous donations, the funds look quite healthy. But with ever-increasing prices of stationery, printing and other costs, they need to be kept topped up!
And now Royal Mail have announced that they are hoping to increase the price of 2nd Class post to a staggering 55p, and no limit on the cost of 1st Class.
The subscription for postal readers has remained the same for a couple of years, but with this forecast increase in postage will now, I'm afraid, need to be increased to £6.00 for a year [February-December, inc.]. This does not, however, include the cost of the newsletter itself, which runs at approximately £1.00 a copy. Although nominally a 'freebie', donations towards that cost are always very welcome and much appreciated.
Advertising costs remain at 1/4 page £5.00, 1/2 page £10.00, or £25 and £50 respectively for 6 issues.
My thanks also to our paper-boys, Dave and Terry, and Sue's of Combe Martin who kindly deliver newsletters with the papers.
RURAL REFLECTIONS 52
2012: WILL RECORDS BE BROKEN?
Illustrations by Paul Swailes
Between 2006 and 2007 I made a twelve month observation of the Cairn in Ilfracombe. On one walk taken on midwinter's day I made the following note:
Both the sound and the feel of Cairn Top's short grass crunching beneath my boots are foreign. How splendid to witness frost; and one so hard, the sight of a white landscape as I look out from the summit such a rarity.
A rarity indeed. It was to be the only frosty morning of what was to be a wet and mild winter. Yet the weather came as no surprise, mimicking as it did the mild temperatures of previous winters where wild flowers such as herb Robert, red campion and hogweed were unseasonably but regularly recorded.
The trend for mild winters led some people to misunderstand the consequences of global warming. Assuming as they did that seasonal temperatures would steadily increase, their misinterpretation gained affirmation when the spring of 2007 saw a prolonged and exceptional spell of warm weather. As a result, the Cairn's bluebells peaked well ahead of time. By early May they were already past their best; by mid-May they looked sorrowful, their stems having been flattened by a bombardment of heavy downpours.
The rain of late spring was to be a preliminary round to a summer fixture list crowded with wet days. June became the wettest on record; by the end of July it was officially the wettest early summer. It was also a summer where domestic heating systems regularly worked overtime, so cool were daytime temperatures. So what had happened to the 'warming' effect? Some suggested it was merely a one-off summer. Unfortunately not! Since 2007 summer weather records have continued to be broken - but in the wrong direction.
Many now argue that such unseasonable weather, often linked with extremities, is the true consequence of global warming. Its effect on nature, however, can be detrimental, with our recent spring and summer pattern just one example. Having been encouraged out of hibernation early by exceptional warm weather, survival suddenly becomes a challenge in unexpectedly low temperatures and subsequent food scarcity.
Unexpectedly low temperatures can also refer to winters of late. Indeed, the first hint North Devon had that winters may not always be mild and 'white free' came in February 2009 when the weather gods decided to play a trick on its inhabitants. Rather than sprinkling their usual packages of snow everywhere and giving the countryside a delicate white dusting, the gods decided to deliver it by parcel force instead!
Some people were frustrated at the havoc it caused. Ilfracombe, for example, was temporarily cut off from the outside world. But the scene it created both in Ilfracombe and across the rest of North Devon was purely magical. Unable to get to work, or indeed go anywhere, everyone just put on their big coats and boots and took advantage of an opportunity to observe our countryside shrouded beneath a white blanket. Residents from one village spoke to residents from another as they passed along a country footpath. Meanwhile complete strangers began having snowball fights in parks; and whilst all other plants had their spring preparation halted, the snowdrops were given the chance to stand tall and boast their splendour and resilience in the face of harsh conditions.
The snow soon melted and within days it had vanished. The same, however, could not be said of the following January. As each night passed, the temperatures plummeted, causing snowflakes to link with their next-door-neighbours, toughening in the process and turning transparent. Surfaces were soon suffocated beneath thick layers of ice, too thick for the sun's weak winter rays to penetrate. Indeed, if the musical chords of a bolero had been rolled out across the conurbations, Torville and Dean could have taken their choice upon which pavement to skate! What's more, they could have danced their routine without fear of interruption, concrete making a rare appearance; and just like it always does when it lingers in urban locations, the snow soon turned grey and looked dirty.
The countryside meanwhile remained bleached. Green blades of grass were concealed beneath the white. Hedge banks acted as buffers for drifts of snow. Tree branches became ledges upon which flakes could come to rest. Villages and woods mirrored the scene on the Christmas card that still stood on the fireplace; and whilst the card would be on view for only a few more days, the picture outside was intent on remaining unchanged for some time to come.
The angel on the tree that was removed on Twelfth Night in 2010 would then witness snow the following Christmas. This time, however, the snow was already in evidence before she was delicately removed from her box. And so it came to pass that for a third successive winter the snow lay heavy whilst temperatures reached new lows. This last winter again saw records broken although this time at the other end of the scale. Aberdeen, for example, recorded its warmest Christmas day [15 degrees] since 1920.
Autumn has also displayed unseasonable behaviour and broken records in recent years . In 2009 a period of southerly winds, unusual for the time of year, brought warmth which the trees interpreted as a return to summer. Concluding it was not yet time to dislodge their leaves, a bizarre scene unfolded in the parks with golden trees swaying heavily in strong winds and not a fallen leaf to be seen on any of the paths.
So with 2012 heralding the long awaited Olympics on home soil one wonders what records will be broken this year - both by mere mortals and the weather gods.
REPORT FROM THE PARISH COUNCIL
Since the report in the December issue, two new Councillors have been co-opted on to the Parish Council - Adam Stanbury and Brian Lethaby - bringing the number to 7 with 2 vacancies. If there is anyone interested in filling either of these two places, please contact me. Meetings are held on the 2nd Tuesday in the month at 7.00 p.m.
Active Villages: Berrynarbor has been chosen as one of the 19 villages to benefit from this project and Louise Harris, the Co-ordinator, will make a return visit to the Parish Council meeting on 14th February. It is hoped that a Public Meeting can be organised so that Councillors can get parishioners thoughts on what they would like to see in the village. Without input from YOU the parishioners, the Parish Council won't know what you want. Please make sure you tell us.
Is there anyone out there who would like to be responsible for the CPRE and Mole Valley Farmers Best Kept Village competition? The object of the competition is to encourage villages possessing a real sense of community to improve their local environment by caring for buildings, clearing litter and promoting schemes to improve the general appearance of the area or to develop, enhance or sustain village amenities. Judges do not look for architectural merit, prettiness or an abundance of flowers but the absence of unsightly litter, refuse dumps on verges and the condition of village greens, playing fields, school yards, public seats and noticeboards and other village facilities, and evidence of community spirit and usefulness of Village Map which needs to be supplied with the entry form. Please contact me if you are interested.
[A reminder, however, that the group who for their love of our village have been carrying out very many of these requirements, will be continuing to do so. As said in the December Newsletter, they 'will be digging, planting, litter picking, etc., and keeping the village bloomin' beautiful'!]
The Queen's Diamond Jubilee: Councillors have agreed to purchase a commemorative item to mark this unique occasion. If you are the parent or carer of a child living within the Parish who will be under 16 on the 2nd June 2012 and would like them to be included in the list to receive an item, please again contact me so that their name is added. Any member of the village who would like to register their interest to purchase an item is also invited to contact me for further details.
Sue Squire - Parish Clerk
Tel:  710526 or e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
The next meetings of the Parish Council will be: Tuesday, 14th February and Tuesday, 13th March. Penn Curzon Room, Manor Hall, 7.00 p.m.
Berrynarbor offers very little organised activities for the youth of our village and parish, out of school hours. This is a very important time for young people to meet and socialise in a safe and healthy environment.
In this year of the Olympics, the government has been backing many initiatives to support children in sporting activities. As mentioned in the Parish Council report, Louise Harris, who has met and will be meeting again with the Council, has identified £3,500 available to the parish.
We could think bigger and explore the possibility of obtaining grants to support building an all-weather sports facility to benefit all ages - North Molton and Atherington has. This is a fantastic project run by young farmers.
We also fall into the area which can be supported with grants from the Fullabrook Wind Turbine Fund. With thanks to those folks who give up their time to oversee the management - we did it for the shop, can we do it again?
It is important that the Parish Council are aware of YOUR view on how this money should be spent, so please watch for details of when and where the public meeting will be held.
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
Berrynarbor Youth Club began in the 1970's and was run by Jean Palmano and myself. When the Palmano's left Woodvale, Jimmy Brooks joined me. Many of the members of the Youth Club had been known to Mary Hughes and me in the 1960's when we ran the Play Group
The following list of names are from the Club registers of the 1970's and 80's. If you are or know someone on the list, please get in touch. It would be lovely to have brief details of where you are now, what you are up to and what you have achieved [and that goes for those of you still living in the village or local area too!].
Please make contact via the Newsletter,
either to the address at the beginning of this issue, or by e-mail to email@example.com. I hope to hear from you.
Peter Bowden, Bobby, Christopher and Richard Bowden, Robert Ambrose,Warren Bailey, Stephen Bowen, Adrian and Tim Brookman, Kevin Brooks, Shaun and Neil Cooper, Melanie Cornish, two members of the Copp family, Rachael Delve, J [?] Denning, Lisa, Lana and Allyson Draper, Lyn Emery, Janet, Rachel and Wendy Fanner, Jane and Paul Hadley, Anthony and Jamie Hepper, Julia and Helen Hannam, Liane Hughes, Sarah Lethaby, Jamie Longstaff, Lisa [?] Markham, Gerald Marangone, Sharon McCracken, Alan Mason, Cindy and Garbiella Palmano, Ian Pringle, David Richards, Neil Richards, Kevin Robinson, Susan, Peter and David Stevens, Melanie Stokes, Nicola and Sarah Songhurst, Caroline and Clare Sullivan, David Sawyer, Jenny and Susan Todd, Nigel Watts, Tanya and Louise Walls, Phillip Worth, Michael and Tim Yendole, James Weedon.
BERRYNARBOR'S FAMOUS SON
Did you know that Berrynarbor has produced a celebrity? Not many people have heard of John Jewell these
days but in the 16th century he became a famous writer and Bishop, a
household name for those who took their religion and politics seriously - and
most did! This month sees his 600th
John Jewell was born at Bowden Farm in
February 1512. His father bore the same name. His uncle was a Rector although it would be
technically incorrect to say that this was in the Church of England, for the
country was experiencing religion-shock. When John was being educated, Henry
VIII was starting to assert national sovereignty rather than the church look to
Rome. John's career was shaped by these
events which sound to us like a minor management change but which transformed
England. The Reformation meant that the
English church was no longer in fellowship with Rome. Going its own way meant
that people were cut off from the source of their faith and perhaps of heaven. The year John matriculated at Oxford, 1535,
was just before Henry shut down the monasteries. John Jewell was a ready student and became a learned man. He also became
Protestant which was not a safe label to wear in the time of Mary. Under Elizabeth's
succession he returned to England, and made earnest efforts to secure what
would now be called a low-church settlement of religion. Strongly committed to the Elizabethan reforms,
in 1560, John Jewell was consecrated Bishop of Salisbury. He was a writer as well as having a fine brain
that could take on those who were opposed to what was going on and attempt to
refute them. He issued a challenge to
all comers to prove the Roman Catholic case out of the Scriptures, or the
councils or Fathers of the Church for the first six hundred years after Christ.
The result was a work in Latin, Jewel's
'Apologia ecclesiae Anglicanae', published in 1562, which is the first
methodical statement of the position of the Church of England against the Church of Rome.
Translated, it reached a wider audience and was a significant step in the
intellectual justification of Protestantism in England. There
followed years of written controversy - an intellectual boxing match really
a Thomas Harding who had
been a contemporary at Oxford. Before
the advent of newspapers, their sparring became best-sellers in their day
amongst educated people. You can imagine
people waiting for how one of them would handle the points that had been made
by the other. John Jewell was consulted
a good deal by the government, in particular how to steer a middle course
between those who wanted to reverse the course of the Church of England and
those who felt it wasn't going far enough. This is a familiar problem,
particularly today when the attitude of the church on such issues as women Bishops
and homosexuality are concerned. John
Jewell died in September 1571 and buried in Salisbury Cathedral, where
he had built a library. Richard Hooker, another
famous writer and Christian leader, wrote of Jewel as the "worthiest
divine that Christendom hath bred for some hundreds of years." Hooker was taught by Jewel as a boy at Oxford
University; his writings owe much to Jewel's training. For many years, Jewel's works were placed in
churches; in fact chained to the lectern. Now
there's fame for you! So the boy from Bowden Farm went places . . .
John Jewell was born at Bowden Farm in February 1512. His father bore the same name. His uncle was a Rector although it would be technically incorrect to say that this was in the Church of England, for the country was experiencing religion-shock. When John was being educated, Henry VIII was starting to assert national sovereignty rather than the church look to Rome. John's career was shaped by these events which sound to us like a minor management change but which transformed England. The Reformation meant that the English church was no longer in fellowship with Rome. Going its own way meant that people were cut off from the source of their faith and perhaps of heaven. The year John matriculated at Oxford, 1535, was just before Henry shut down the monasteries.
John Jewell was a ready student and became a learned man. He also became Protestant which was not a safe label to wear in the time of Mary. Under Elizabeth's succession he returned to England, and made earnest efforts to secure what would now be called a low-church settlement of religion. Strongly committed to the Elizabethan reforms, in 1560,
John Jewell was consecrated Bishop of Salisbury. He was a writer as well as having a fine brain that could take on those who were opposed to what was going on and attempt to refute them. He issued a challenge to all comers to prove the Roman Catholic case out of the Scriptures, or the councils or Fathers of the Church for the first six hundred years after Christ. The result was a work in Latin, Jewel's 'Apologia ecclesiae Anglicanae', published in 1562, which is the first methodical statement of the position of the Church of England against the Church of Rome. Translated, it reached a wider audience and was a significant step in the intellectual justification of Protestantism in England.
There followed years of written controversy - an intellectual boxing match really with a Thomas Harding who had been a contemporary at Oxford. Before the advent of newspapers, their sparring became best-sellers in their day amongst educated people. You can imagine people waiting for how one of them would handle the points that had been made by the other. John Jewell was consulted a good deal by the government, in particular how to steer a middle course between those who wanted to reverse the course of the Church of England and those who felt it wasn't going far enough. This is a familiar problem, particularly today when the attitude of the church on such issues as women Bishops and homosexuality are concerned.
John Jewell died in September 1571 and buried in Salisbury Cathedral, where he had built a library. Richard Hooker, another famous writer and Christian leader, wrote of Jewel as the "worthiest divine that Christendom hath bred for some hundreds of years." Hooker was taught by Jewel as a boy at Oxford University; his writings owe much to Jewel's training. For many years, Jewel's works were placed in churches; in fact chained to the lectern.
there's fame for you! So the boy from Bowden Farm went places . . .
CRAFT GROUP & NORTH DEVON HOSPICE KNIT-IN
The Craft Group, affectionately known as Stitch and Bitch, began in 2005 following a poster and two very successful Knit-In's for the North Devon Hospice.
It has continued to go from strength to strength, meeting every Monday afternoon at the Manor Hall from 1.30 p.m. As well as enjoying 'whatever we do and doing it together', we have in the last year visited Downes House at Crediton and Knightshayes Court at Tiverton as well as enjoying a Christmas Lunch together at The Royal Marine.
We have continued to support the Hospice Knit-In raising in excess of £3,000 and miles of knitted colourful strips, and will be doing so again this year! MONDAY, 27TH FEBRUARY is THE chosen DAY and everyone is invited to come and join us from 2.00 p.m. There will be refreshments and a raffle and all you need to do is bring some double knitting wool and a pair of size 8  needles and a generous donation [suggested minimum £5] for the Hospice. Please do come and help us support this very worthy cause. See you there!
How nice to welcome new babies to the village.
A Christmas Day baby, young Alfie Jay, a son for Amelia Hulston and Seb Ferdinand was born on the 25th December weighing in at 6lbs 12oz. Our congratulations and best wishes to the new parents.
Sue and Alan Richards are delighted to announce the safe arrival of another grandson, a son for Louise and Karl Ozelton. Corey Jake, a brother for Tyler, arrived on the 19th February weighing in at 7lbs 111/2oz.
Our congratulations to Louise and Karl and to the grandparents, Sue and Alan and Edith and Don.
CHARITY BRIDGE EVENINGS
By the time you read this, the first event will have taken place at the Manor Hall, These Bridge Evenings are being held to raise money for the Manor Hall and Smile Train, a charity supporting cleft lip and palate surgery for children born anywhere in the world.
Clefts are a major problem in developing countries where there are millions of children suffering with unrepaired clefts. Most cannot eat or speak properly and are not allowed to attend school or hold a job. The lives they face are very difficult, filled with shame and isolation, pain and heartache. They go untreated because they are too poor to pay for a simple surgery that has been around for decades.
The second evening is to be held on Thursday, 23rd February so for all budding bridge players, please put this date in your diary and look out for more information nearer the time.
TO LET - A GRAZING FIELD
A Grazing Field is available for any farmer or local interested in using it. The field is 2 acres and ideal for sheep or similar. Available immediately. Please contact Dave Kennedy at Grattons [Hagginton Hill] on either  882314 or 07791781283.
[by Mr. Clerihew 'Himself']
Said "I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls,
Say I'm designing St. Pauls."
What I like about Clive,
Is that he's no longer alive.
There's a great deal to be said
For being dead.
Lived a long time agol
He had nothing to do, so
He wrote Robinson Crusoe
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
He was born in London and educated at St. Paul's School and Merton College, Oxford.
His father was a civil servant but also a rugby union international, having played in the first ever international match for England against Scotland in 1871.
Bentley worked on several newspapers, including the Daily Telegraph and published his first collection of poetry in 1905, which popularised the clerihew form. His detective novel, Trent's Last Case  was much acclaimed, numbering Dorothy L. Sayers among its admirers, and was adapted as a film in 1920 and again in 1929 and 1952. From 1936 to 1949 he was President of the Detection Club. Bentley died at the age of 80 in 1956. His son, Nicholas Bentley, an illustrator, famous for his humorous cartoons died in 1978.
Who was stung in the arm by a wasp.
When asked 'Does it hurt?' He replied 'No, it doesn't
I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet.'
A rare old bird is the pelican
Its beak holds more than its bellycan.
He can take in his beak, Food enough for a week,
I'm darned if I know how the hellican.
Dixon Merritt [1879-1972]
A sleeper from the Amazon
Put nighties that were his gra'mazon;
The reason? That he was too fat
To get his own pyjamazon.
A major, with wonderful force
Called out, in Hyde Park, for a horse.
All the flowers looked round, But no horse could be found,
So he just rhododendron, of course.
Two Parodies by Lewis Carol
How doth the little crocodile, Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile on every glistening scale.
How cheerfully he seems to grin! How neatly spreads his claws!
And welcomes little fishes in, with ghoulish smiling jaws!
[A parody on 'How doth the little Busy Bee,
Isaac Watts 1674-1748]
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder what you're at;
Up above the world so high, like a tea-tray in the sky.
[A parody on Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star written by sisters Ann and
Jane Taylor, 1783-1824]
Cork and Work and Card and Ward
it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps:
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead: it's said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake don't call it 'deed'!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear;
And then there's dose and rose and lose,
Just look them up -- and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart --
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!
Extracted from The Children's Library produced by Simon & Schuster of New York, this anonymous poem illustrating many of the problem words for English spelling is believed to have first appeared in The Times 1936.
MANOR HALL MATTERS
Task No.1 is to say thank you to everyone who combined to help make our Annual Christmas Distribution Morning such a big success. Thanks have to go in particular to Stuart on keyboard, the helpers in the kitchen, and to the Newsletter which shared with us your donations for your seasonal messages in the December edition. The outcome was a tidy sum approaching £300 going into our recently created Roof Restoration Fund which should help us buy a fair number of slates as and when the time comes!
Task No. 2 is to thank you also for your patience when using the Hall recently because the heaters have been playing up a bit, especially the one by the door which was substantially rebuilt early last year. So, you can appreciate the frustration of the Committee to be faced with the prospect of securing yet another black box/printed circuit at a significant cost. However, there is good news and that is, with the help of our engineers, Hiscock & Son, Ilfracombe, the manufacturers of the heaters have agreed that the effective life of the last unit was disappointingly short, so they're sending a replacement free of charge! By the time you're all reading this, things should be remedied.
No, 3 is a request that all Hall users remember the importance of the dehumidifier . . . it's an exceptionally damp atmosphere at present and the running of this piece of kit is essential to reduce condensation on the walls which otherwise stain and bring forward the need for re-decoration. It's perfectly OK to turn it off when in session, because the machine does make a humming noise, but please, please, turn it back on again before as you leave!
Finally, Task No. 4 is to alert you to the date of Saturday,
18th February when some of our friends from the well-established Monday afternoon Craft Group are combining to organise a Jumble Sale with the proceeds going to Hall Funds. So, even when you're reading this, there should still be plenty of time for you to rummage at home and send along all those 'never use' or 'rarely used' items to convert into ££'s or ££££'s! And better still, come along as well and buy a few bits 'n pieces, raffle tickets and refreshments. See you there!
MILITARY WIVES - THEN AND NOW
In our village there are a surprising number of ex-military wives whose husbands were in the Army, Navy or RAF, and most of us were involved in this life during the years between 1960 and 1990.
It was, therefore, interesting to read and see aspects of the lives of the Chivenor and Plymouth wives in Gareth Malone's Choir and compare them with our experience. The main differences are two-fold.
First, their husbands were in Afghanistan, as we are all aware, a major and dangerous war zone, with the constant worry it brings. Our experiences were when the forces were in a time of a Cold War defensive role, but included the dangers presented in Northern Ireland, Belize and the Falklands.
Then, as now, families were often left in married quarters in their last posting station. Many Army wives stayed in Germany whilst husbands were in Northern Ireland. There were sometimes 'years unaccompanied' when letters were the only means of keeping in touch.
That brings the second difference - means of communication. We saw the Chivenor wives skyping and e-mailing their husbands in Afghanistan. What a difference!
Bad news could still bring the C.O. and Padre to the door when an aircraft crashed or a soldier was killed, but at least we did not have to bear the 'news blackouts' that occur now when a fatality occurs so that the family can be informed before the news media gets the story - this must be truly horrific.
So, talking together we felt there were 'fors and against' the present situation of instant communication. Wives and families on a station now are more restricted due to the necessary security surrounding every station. This makes it more difficult for the families to interact with the local population in their area. But also, because of the ease of community, they seem less inclined to support each other and become a closer community. I'm sure 'The Choir' has changed that.
Whatever the situation, I'm sure we all wish a speedy end to the situation in Afghanistan and a return of the soldiers to Chivenor and Plymouth on a more permanent basis.
Wherever you are my love will keep you
My heart will build a bridge of light across both time and space.
Wherever you are, our hearts still beat as one
I hold you in my dreams each night until your task is done
Light up the darkness, my wondrous star
Our hopes and dreams, my heart and yours, forever shining far
Light up the darkness, my prince of peace.
May the stars shine all around you may your courage never cease
The Chivenor Military Wives' Choir
SOUTH WEST COASTAL FOOTPATH
630 Miles from Minehead to Poole
Since our retirement two years ago a long held ambition to complete this wonderful walk has now been achieved.
The first stretch from Minehead to Padstow was completed on day trips in the spring of 2010 - very challenging but timed beautifully for the abundant wild spring flowers and glorious weather.
The first day saw Wendy waiting for me at Porlock Weir and me still at Porlock, three miles away and already an hour late! No mobile phone coverage, which was true on 50% of the walk, and highly variable average walking speeds made the pick-up times a bit unpredictable. It took me a while to get into my stride and on occasions I was dead on my feet, as I was at Buck Mills. Again late for the arranged pick up at Clovelly and feeling unable to walk another step, I saw a red telephone box and rang Wendy who as luck would have it was browsing in the Merry Harriers Garden Centre, just across the road, and came to my rescue.
Further on from Hartland, Wendy went to find Kirsty Allsop's cottage at Welcombe Mouth, and yes it looks just like it does on the television. This and Marsland were two of our favourite parts of the coast, so quiet and unspoilt, with babbling brooks and soaring cliffs.
Over the weeks I settled in to the rhythm of the walk and learned to take my time. For 98% of the walk I was on my own but was joined by Dave and Ann Harris's son-in-law Lee for a day's walking near Bude. Where possible Wendy joined me at beach cafe's along the way for refreshments and to share in the beauty of it all. In a small bay west of Widemouth Bay the turquoise waters were crystal clear and I saw shags chasing and feeding on dozens of small fish close to the shore. In fact there were many pauses on my journey to admire the flowers, birds or just the magnificent scenery.
Apart from Wendy's assistance, I utilised the rural bus service, a real lifeline to the local communities and walkers alike. The local characters, their chat and dialect were very entertaining, but I seemed to be one of the few who did not have a bus pass. Awaiting the 6.45 bus from Port Isaac one morning, a young Malay girl greeted me, 'I come see Doc Martin, big fan!' I thought to myself, 'Do they think he's real?' Sadly I think Port Isaac has lost a lot of its charm, as it has had to accommodate another car park just to enable the Doc Martin fans to visit. At Boscastle I descended the footpath only to see Tom and Inge Bartlett, who took the snap of me for the newsletter. After the sad disaster that befell the village it was good to see it almost back to its old self.
From Padstow the walk was resumed in the late summer, but St. Agnes Head was not seen due to misty rain and gales, not pleasant, but almost the only day of continual bad weather and thankfully the sun came out for one of my favourite stretches, Wheal Coates to Tehidy,
through Porthtowan. We stayed at Scorrier and the whole area was so atmospheric, steeped in Cornish mining history, a really good place for Wendy to practice her watercolour painting in which she had just started classes. Sunshine continued all the way to St Ives and Wendy and I met up for a lovely meal in a seaside cafe just below the Tate Gallery there. I then finished the seven-mile boulder strewn path to Zennor on a very windy day; it was a bit hairy but ended with a visit to see the mermaid of Zennor in the church there. The boots were then hung up for the winter with almost 40% of the walk completed.
My walk resumed in Spring 2011 on a beautiful day at Zennor. I mounted a large rock to take in the wonderful view, pirouetted in ecstasy, fell off and twisted my ankle and knee. With two consecutive four-day breaks booked, the outlook was bleak, but eventually I limped off only to suffer a collapsing grass pathway across a slimy peat bog that landed me down in the mire. After this sorry start I arrived at Cape Cornwall two hours late to find Wendy busy painting and not even noticing I was late.
Thankfully the next day, although very sore, I was mobile and pressed on around Lands End, a sorry sight compared to half a century ago. Aside from the hideous building, you are now not allowed anywhere near the cliff edge, so its whole grandeur is lost. Never mind, the majesty of the coast is found at the Minack Theatre that sits in splendour atop the cliffs, with the most wonderful sandy beach at Porthcurno below.
Mousehole, Newlyn and Marazion passed by with many fresh fish suppers consumed and Lizard Point now in sight with its colourful serpentine rocks, but sadly without a sighting of Cornish Choughs. The next pick-up point was Cadgwith Cove, one of our favourite Cornish fishing villages, the setting for the film Ladies in Lavender and a place we stayed at years ago, in a tiny cottage owned by Rodney Bewes from the Likely Lads, featured on Through the Keyhole.
Wendy's cousin Angela and partner had joined us and I pressed on with Lawrence while the girls mooched around the shops and visited the wonderful gardens in the area. Coverack and Porthallow and then the approach to the beautiful Helford river, making sure Gillan Creek was crossed by stepping stones within 1 hour of low tide. We met up and had a leisurely lunch on the other side watching the tide come in, and the frustration of walkers who hadn't done their homework and had to walk many miles around the creek.
Our next base was St Mawes where I took a ferry across the Percuil River and the route to Portscatho, a stretch I had never walked before - lots of small sandy bays ideal for family holidays. Onwards to Mevagissey and then the relatively busy St Austell Bay. Carlyon Bay seemed strange with a false beach, sea defence wall and a deserted re-development scheme, will it ever be finished?
We then stayed in a caravan just outside Polperro and I completed the lovely stretch from Fowey through to Looe, We used to visit Polperro regularly when Graham and Glenys who used to own Miss Muffet's moved there. The next part from Looe I had never walked before but there are some exclusive retirement homes around Seaton and Downderry and the footpath weaves its way past the bohemian mass of chalets and holiday homes at Whitsand Bay and then the charming twin villages of Kingsand and Cawsand an area we will definitely visit again.
The Plymouth to Dartmouth section was beautiful but challenging in terms of crossing all the river estuaries by ferry, some of which only run once or twice a day and in the case of the river Erme, the only way to cross is by wading at low tide.
We stayed again in a caravan at Brixham and I was able to duck up to the National Trust house at Coleton Fishacre and have lunch with Wendy who was visiting the house and garden. There was a lot of coastal erosion around Sidmouth and this meant lots of detours inland and although by this time I was feeling quite fit, a septuagenarian couple from Melbourne outpaced me to Seaton and then on to Beer where I had to duck in to a pub to escape the rain and reminisce on my first ever sea fishing trip there at the age of seven. Plenty of mackerel were caught that day and I still love them now. Lyme Regis was the final point before resuming in the autumn.
With most of the walk now undertaken a final four-day break was had at Weymouth to do the stretch from Lyme Regis to Weymouth where all the preparations for the sailing Olympics here and at Portland can be seen. The following day I reached Lulworth Cove and when Wendy picked me up we decided to return to a pub I had passed at Osmington that evening where we ran into Phil and Lainey who were on holiday. The week finished at Swanage after some surprisingly steep ascents compared to North Devon. Unfortunately we had to return to complete the section east of Lulworth Cove as this area is on an army firing range and is closed to the public during the week. When I did complete it on a weekend it was interesting to see the deserted village of Tyneham, taken over by the army in 1943 and quite an eerie place.
Two months then passed by until the day of my 60th birthday in November, an apt day to complete the last seven miles of the walk, accompanied by twelve friends and relatives. Champagne and fireworks at the end where the ferry crosses over from Studland to Sandbanks and then a raucous evening meal rounded off a memorable journey.
Reflections on the walk
- I am glad I did it before I got too old
- Five adders seen, nearly stepped on two of them
- 99% of the people I met were lovely, chatty and friendly. The other 1% were from London or Cornish small boat fishermen
- When the weather's right, why go anywhere else?
- Would I do it again? Yes, doing it the other way round for different views and making it part of our annual short break holidays and walking only half a day at a time.
THE GREAT BERRYNARBOR PLANT SALE
Sunday, 6th May 2012 The Manor Hall, 2.00 p.m.
Please save some of your plants and seedling to help make it an even bigger and better sale. Donated plants will be welcome at the Hall from 10.00 a.m.
If you have any surplus plant pots, especially larger sizes, please leave them at the village Shop for others to use.
We hope to have plants from all categories including trees and shrubs, herbaceous perennials, fruit and vegetables, indoor and pot plants, bedding and annuals.
There will also be some space for stalls connected with gardening and plants. If you would like to have a stall to promote and advertise your business or cause, or for further information about the sale please contact Kath Thorndycroft on  889019. Proceeds to Berrynarbor Community Shop
CLIMBING THE SYDNEY HARBOUR BRIDGE
After we had got over the shock of being unexpectedly invited to visit some relatively new friends who are at present living and working in Australia, I knew right away that no trip to Sydney would be complete without climbing the Harbour Bridge.
There are 3 different climbs (Express, Discovery or Bridge climb) and they can be done at dawn, in the morning, afternoon or twilight/night. We opted for the Bridge climb at 10.25 am. We got there in plenty of time and were given the opportunity to join a climb 10 minutes early. The climbs go at 10 minute intervals in groups of 14 and the total climb takes 3/31/2 hours.
Preparation took 45 minutes. First we went into a room and stood on dots in a circle. This was to introduce ourselves to the people in our group. Two couples were on honeymoon, one couple was celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary and we were celebrating meeting 37 years ago.
We had a breath test done by counting 1, 2, 3 4, into a machine. and paperwork had to be completed and once done we were given our climbing suits. [This order was reversed after the climb.] Next we had to put on belts which had the device that clipped onto the rails all the way along the approach to the bridge and up and down again, so there was never a risk of falling off! A radio was also put on to the belt connected to a headset so that we could clearly hear the Team Leader.
We were given handkerchiefs with a piece of elastic sewn to it that went around our wrists in case we needed to use a hanky while on the Bridge (for wiping away tears of elation no doubt) as well as a baseball hat which had to be clipped on; in fact everything had to be clipped on - beany hats if people wanted those in case they thought it would be too windy, sunglasses had to be clipped onto special holders which in turn were clipped onto the climbing suit. Gloves as well were clipped on and tucked into the sleeves of the climbing suit.
Then we had to practice climbing up fairly steep steps as there were four flights to negotiate to get up to the Bridge structure itself. These were nothing compared to the real thing which were pretty much sheer straight up. At last we were deemed ready to go and we walked through the level approach high above the road below on a narrow walkway about the width of a plank and had to climb through very narrow bits as well.
The actual climb up the arch of the Bridge is by steps which start off quite gently, then there is a steep piece of about 100 steps before it levels off to the top. We had our photographs taken at various intervals to record the momentous event and you cannot imagine the feeling of absolute sheer joy on reaching the top of the Bridge with a fantastic 360 degree view of Sydney, including the nearby Opera House, all the suburbs and the ocean beyond. To know that we were actually on top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge was almost unbelievable!
We walked across the very top of the Bridge and down the other side
and it was pointed out to us that a bird had nested in one of the girders. I wonder what it thinks at midnight on New Year's Eve?
It was a truly wonderful, exhilarating experience, one which we will never forget and a marvellous opportunity. At other times during the holiday, we were also able to walk and drive across the Bridge and sail under it.
- 6 lanes of road traffic on the main roadway; two lanes of road traffic on the Eastern side (formerly 2 tram tracks); a footpath and on the Western side there are 2 railway tracks and a bicycle path.
- The arch is composed of two 28 panel arch trusses; their heights vary from 18m at the centre of the arch to 57m at the ends next to the 4 x 89m concrete pylons faced in granite - one of which it is possible to climb up (which we did) to take more pictures.
- The arch has a span of 503m and its summit is 144m (440 feet) above mean sea level.
- The total weight of the steelwork on the Bridge including the arch and spans is 52,800 tonnes with the arch itself weighing 39,000 tonnes. About 79% of the steel was imported from England.
- The Bridge is held together by 6 million Australian made hand-driven rivets.
- The contract to build the Bridge was awarded on 24 March 1924 to Dorman Lang and Co Ltd of Middlesborough at a cost of £4,217,72. 11s 10d.
- On Tuesday, 19 August 1930 the two halves of the arch touched for the first time, each being built by creeper cranes on either side of the Parramatta River.
- The Bridge was officially opened on 19 March 1932.
FRED RICHARDS - ANOTHER BERRYNARBOR MAN
These days there is a lot of negative publicity concerning people in public life, I write about a Berrynarbor man who loved the village and did much for it and North Devon with no thought of personal gain.
Fred was born at Hammonds Farm in 1888, the eldest child of Benjamin and Mina. He attended Berrynarbor School where today he may well have been labelled difficult, or even expelled. Fred argued
with the Headmaster and after being caned for something he did not do, refused to return, choosing to walk to Combe Martin School [now the Community Centre] after milking the cows by hand as he had to pay 1d a week out of his own money to the school.
In 1915 Lady Penn Curzon offered him Barton Farm to rent, which he later bought when the Watermouth Estate was sold. Fred strove to find a place in the village for young men to meet and enjoy a social life which led to the formation of the Men's' Institute. From those early days another quality, to fight for a just cause and concern for people, took him into local government, first as a member of the Parish Council and then of both the Rural District from 1929 to 1964 [11 of these as Chairman] and the County Council from 1939. He was made an Alderman in 1957.
During those years he was instrumental in bringing mains water to Berrynarbor [c1949] and personally loaned money [interest free] to enable the Parish to purchase the Manor Hall for the village use. Fred had the foresight to the needs of the community: a founder member of the Water Board and the building of Westland Pound Reservoir. He was instrumental in setting up Exmoor National Park, of which he was the first Chairman, the acquisition of land and the building of the crematorium outside Exeter, the first in Devon and was also a local magistrate. When local long distance runner Bruce Tulloh won a Gold medal in the 1962 European Championships there was very little or no 'Chairman's Allowance' Fred decided this achievement deserved recognition and gave a reception himself.
Fred gave up public life in the late 1960's because of ill health and died in 1972.
But bad weather yet to come.
Wrap up warm, have hot drinks
And huddle in your home.
Soon the snow will paint things white,
The children all enjoy;
Igloos, snowmen, sleigh, that's right,
Joy for girl and boy!
When that's over, the wind will blow,
The gales strong and cold!
You may not feel it now,
But wait until you're old!
Then the spring will come along;
It's what we've waited for.
The buds will show, bye, bye to snow,
It's simple, jut God's law.
Now summer's here, we love this time -
Long days, with lots of fun.
Holidays spent by the sea
Enjoying the lovely sun!
With autumn here, trees start to change
To colours, with their glory.
Four seasons gone, and I'm off home,
That finishes my story.
Tony Beauclerk - Stowmarket
BERRY IN BLOOM & BEST KEPT VILLAGE
What a difference a year makes! Last year we were all frozen and the gardens were hibernating. This year in the first week of January in my garden I have in flower, snowdrops, hellebores, primroses, camellias and some daffodils are almost open. Not that unusual, but there are also roses, fuchsias, geraniums and many other flowers that have not stopped flowering since summer.
This year we shall be continuing to plant the tubs and supply the hanging baskets but we are having a year off from actually entering the competitions. We hope that you will continue to support us and join us for the litter picks and the garden open events. If you would like to take advantage of the hanging basket re-fill scheme please let me know on 882296. We'll be collecting empty hanging baskets to be re-filled by Streamways nursery from March onwards.
The first fund raising event for us this year will be a Fun Quiz and Supper Night in the Manor Hall on 2nd March in conjunction with the Horticultural Show Committee. We'll also be holding an open meeting in The Globe on Wednesday 7th March at 7.30 p.m., please come along if you have any ideas or want to join us.
Trying to kid myself that cake can be healthy, at least this recipe is full of healthy ingredients and is a real treat in these cold months.
(peeled, cored and coarsely grated, 175-200g)
250g chopped dates
1tsp bicarbonate of soda
125g unsalted butter cut in to small pieces and softened
175g light soft brown sugar
1 free-range egg
150g plain flour
Pinch of salt
Pinch ground cloves
75g light or dark soft brown sugar
60g desiccated coconut
Preheat the oven to 180C/gas 4
Put the grated apple, dates and bicarbonate of soda in a bowl and cover with 250ml of boiling water, stir and leave until cooled slightly. Grease an 18cm square or 20cm round cake tin and line with baking parchment.
Meanwhile in another bowl beat the butter until soft and then beat in the sugar, add the egg and beat together until fluffy. Stir in the apple and date mixture including the liquid and mix well. Sift the flour, salt, and ground cloves over the mixture and then fold in carefully. The mixture will seem a bit sloppy but this is OK.
Pour the mix in to the prepared tin and bake for 40 minutes until quite firm to the touch. While the cake is baking prepare the topping. Place all the topping ingredients in to a small saucepan and stir over a low heat until the butter has melted. After the 40 minutes' baking, take the cake out of the oven and pour over the topping, spreading the coconut evenly. Bake in the oven for another 25-30 minutes until the topping is golden and cake is cooked through. Leave the cake in the tin until completely cooled. The cake is very moist, so store in the 'fridge [unless the lumberjacks eat it immediately!]
Feet up in front of the fire, Mmmm
DIGITAL TV RECEPTION PROBLEMS
For those involved in the above issue I thought I'd give you a quick update. If you've been reading the North Devon Journal you'll know that at last the problem has become regional news. As a result of various people, including myself, pushing the issue we have at last got some answers. It seems the problem stems from weak TV transmitters which, in some cases, are being overpowered by a large transmitter in Wales. That means that some people in the area receive Welsh TV whereas Berrynarbor mainly suffers from weak or interrupted signals. Ofcom says that there is a shortage of available transmission frequencies in the UK but that changes to frequencies in Ilfracombe in 2013 may rectify the problem, but no promises as yet. MP Nick Harvey is taking up the case with Ofcom and Ed Vaizey the Minister for Culture and Communications. To that end he has asked residents to let him know what problems they are experiencing. I have done this on your behalf but to add more pressure individuals should do the same by completing an online survey via www.nickharveymp.com or by contacting his office on 01271 328631.
I expect you all feel as I do, that you wish Ofcom had been honest in the first place and saved us all expense and aggravation over the last 18 months or more. Also why did they go digital if they knew that the infrastructure wasn't in place? Nevertheless, a little progress in the right direction has been made so watch this space!
LOCAL WALKS - 130
in the air Mrs. Jones?"
"No! Why should I?"
As I write on the third day of the new year, there are reports of winds gusting to 84 mph in parts of the west country whilst Edinburgh has experienced winds exceeding 100 mph.
But it is mild, whereas I see from my old diary that last year on the third of January we had snow. On the same day there was an earth tremor in North Yorkshire, registering 3.6 on the Richter Scale, which could be felt in Lincolnshire and Cumbria. The following day there was a partial eclipse of the sun. So, a lot of drama!
Having seen primroses in mid-November and the first celandine in December, I decided to extend my trip to the village shop by going up Castle Hill and down Ridge Hill looking for signs of spring.
On top of a grassy bank the while bells of snow flake, which usually follows its relative the snowdrop, had been putting on a fine display for a few weeks. With them a lone grape hyacinth which would normally flower in April.
At the bottom of Rectory Hill the wall valerian was blooming and the yellow sowthistle. I surprised a weasel crossing the footpath over the field. It soon vanished in the undergrowth carrying a rabbit bulkier than itself. Growing with holly by the gate is Butcher's Broom, a strange shrub with bottle green branches. The tips of the oval leaves are deceptively sharp because despite their appearance, they are not true leaves but modified and flattened stems.
At the top of the path were clumps of wild chives which have a more garlicky flavour than the garden variety. They are useful as a stopgap and by the time the garden chives are ready for cutting the wild ones will have become too coarse to be palatable.
Halfway up Castle Hill the yellow-green umbels of Alexanders had opened out and the neat round leaves of wall pennywort or navelwort were showing with a few furled leaves of cuckoo pint.
A flock of starlings took off from a field opposite Croft Lee to perform an aerial ballet.
Near the top of Ridge Hill the springy four-sided twigs of spindle [euonymus] still bore pink, lobed capsules opening to reveal orange coated seeds. Further down the hill, where it was more sheltered, were several lesser celandines, Wordsworth's favourite flower.
Another unseasonal flower I was surprised to find in December was triangular garlic [or three-cornered leek] at Torrs Park, Ilfracombe. A spike of white bells, it would usually flower in April or May. I have been picking purple sprouting broccoli since the end of September although this year I had tried a late variety, which should be cropping in April and May, instead of the usual Early Purple Sprouting ready from February or March. This is very curious.
So far the wood pigeons are leaving it alone. A line up of pigeons, one atop each plant, can look very comical but they have a devastating effect on the tender shoots. This year pheasants have been coming into the garden and they also head straight for the purple sprouting plot but no sign of damage yet.
The awful pun I've used as a heading is one of the seasonal quips with which the Welsh father of Andrew Davies [adapter of many classic novels for television] used to annoy his family and customers. The other being: "Winter draws on Mrs. Jones?" "None of your business!"
Illustrated by Paul Swailes
NEWS FROM OUR COMMUNITY SHOP AND POST OFFICE
If it's not too late, we wish every reader all the best of happiness and health in 2012. And yet, it's already nearly Valentine's Day! In the shop are a selection of Valentine cards and in BerryBay take a look and you will find suitable gifts for your loved one.
On Saturday, 11th February, Berrynarbor is celebrating the Carnival of Venice [could be instead of a Valentine Dinner!]. It will be held in 'La Trattoria della Bassetta' [otherwise, The Manor Hall!] and all details are given below. It should be a fun evening and if you join in that fun even more and wear a mask, you might even win a prize! So book the date now.
Some people don't yet realise that we now open every Wednesday afternoon throughout the year, making it even easier to shop - and that is even more important at this quiet time of year.
So, Happy Shopping. PP of DC
A TALL STORY
A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich in tow. The waitress asks for their orders.
"A hamburger, fries and a coke," says the man and turns to the ostrich, "What's yours?" "I'll have the same" says the ostrich.
A short time later the waitress returns with their order. "That will be £9.40 please," she says and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact amount.
The next day, the man and ostrich come again and the man asks for hamburger, fries and a coke and the ostrich says, "I'll have the same." Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with the exact amount.
For a while this becomes routine until two weeks later the two enter the restaurant.
"The usual?" asks the waitress.
"No, this time it's a treat, so I'll have a steak, baked potato and salad."
"Yep! Same," says the ostrich.
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says "That will be £32.62."
Once again the man pulls the exact amount out of his pocket and places it on the table.
The waitress cannot contain her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me, sir, how do you manage to always have the exact money in your pocket?"
"Well," says the man, "Several years ago I was clearing the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there."
"That's brilliant!" says the waitress. "Most people would wish for a couple of million pounds or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!"
"That's right. Whether it's a pint of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there."
"But, sir, what's with the ostrich?" asks the waitress.
The man sighs, pauses and replies, "My second wish was for a tall bird with a big bum and long legs who agrees with everything I say."
BERRYNARBOR WINE CIRCLE
Jonathan and Susie Peat saw Jean and Peter Pell's advert, 'Home for Rent' and seized the opportunity to leave a South Devon let and transfer to a North Devon village to see if they liked this area of the county. They joined the Sterridge community on the 4th November and the Circle on the 16th!
Newcomers to the village and to the Circle can provide a valuable, interesting and perhaps beneficial opinion. Their first impression of the Circle was that it was 'thriving . . . impressed with the number of people supporting it and the level of interest'.
When asked about our Christmas 'do', Jonathan commented that it was 'a nice idea . . . clever to combine a social occasion with a wines' presentation'. For those that haven't yet joined, our Yuletide tables groan with a three or four course meal, supplied by our members.
Personal preference affects everything; it was interesting to hear his thoughts on our Christmas selection: two whites, three reds and a dessert wine. Following a Sancerre taste-a-like, he remembered, particularly, 'the Yorkshire one', another white wine. Yes, this came from a West Yorkshire vineyard first planted in August 2007, in, ironically, Last of the Summer Wine territory, Holmfirth. Jon found it 'sweet', but heard others nearby saying that they liked it. 'I'm usually disappointed by English wines... they're expensive . . . perfectly acceptable, but tend not to meet my taste because of the ones that they can grow here. I like something dry like a Chardonnay or oaked Chardonnay. It was a well-made wine, but at £11.99 I wouldn't buy it.'
Two southern Italian and a French red followed, but a Chilean dessert wine: 'Vistamar Late Harvest Moscatel 2010' was our finale. A new addition to Majestic's stock, it sells at £4.79, for a half bottle, when two bottles are purchased. It made a delicious accompaniment to our dessert and positive comments abounded. On Christmas Eve, we visited the Warehouse, specifically, to buy some; however, we discovered that The Times had written recently about this little sweetie. Their article had spurred many others, to buy it, so, unusually, we left empty handed.
'Call My Wine Bluff' is synonymous with our January meeting; it's a 'winederful' beginning to a new year! Brett Stevens of the Fabulous Wine Company supplied the alcohol and our three presenters supplied the 'lies, damned lies and statistics!' Our three white and three red taste tests were wines from Italy, France, Argentina, Spain and two from Australia. Their prices ranged from £5.99 to £10.99.
Noise levels always rise as any successful social event progresses. Our drinking and debating of whether, for example, we were drinking a Pinot Noir from Argentina, a Burgundian Fleurie or a Chilean Merlot was accompanied by plenty of hilarity and banter, which filled the Manor Hall and all for an entry price of just £5! Strength does not always come with number; five teams of six and one team of four competed, but, ironically, or perhaps, because there was less debate, the smallest team won: four bottles of good wine.
Our season continues until May. If you fancy joining our 'motley crew', please contact our Secretary, Tony Summers, on 883600 or Jill McCrae on 882121 for details.
Judith Adam - Promotional Co-ordinator
MEAN FEET - A DATE NOT TO BE MISSED!
Remember Tongues of Fire? Well thanks to Beaford Arts we're going to get all the village together again, this time dancing, on a Sunday afternoon in April. Mean Feet dance group will lead young and old a merry dance round the village stirring up a brew that is called 'People Juice' - a series of dance and comic physical theatre sketches held together by a preposterous storyline.
We are looking for lots of village extras in a variety of performing
roles - dance and non-dance, so if you want to be part of it call me on  882675. For more information check out the Beaford Arts programmes now available in the village shop or log on to www.meanfeetdance.co.uk
The afternoon will culminate in a grand tea party in the Manor Hall where we might just create the People Juice cocktail. So dust off those blue suede shoes, start tapping your toes and boogie down to the village square at 3.00 p.m. on Sunday, 29th April.
MOVERS AND SHAKERS NO. 37
HENRY SHAPLAND - 1823 - 1909
Founder of the Company to become Shapland and Petter
HENRY PETTER - [Baptised] 1826 - 1907
Joint owner of Shapland and Petter,
manufacturers of Arts and Crafts style furniture
These two names are so much part of Barnstaple's history that I didn't think they should be separated.
As a comparative newcomer to North Devon [mid-1970's] I thought only of the large yellow brick building the far end of Barnstaple Bridge as Leaderflush Shapland, door makers and fitters. But what a mistake I made!
On a chance visit to the Museum of Barnstaple and North Devon to view photographs of Exmoor, I spotted a small display of fine furniture by this notable company, and wanted to know more about its founders.
HENRY SHAPLAND, born in 1823, was the son of William Shapland, bread baker of Queen Street, Barnstaple. Attending the Bluecoat School until he was 10 years old, he was later apprenticed to John Crook, a local cabinetmaker. After working for some time with Crook, he went to London where his older brother Richard worked as a printer, 'travelling by stage coach to Exeter, and then by train, as the railway did not reach Barnstaple until 1854.'*
In 1847 he married Betsy Sarah Narracott Life in London didn't work out and they moved back to Barnstaple. The next year he decided to try his luck in America where he found that modern machinery was being invented that cut out much of the preliminary work of sawing and planning. Here was born his philosophy of accepting innovations when they helped his trade, leaving more time for his specialist tradesmen to complete intricate work. He shared a room with an immigrant German engineer who had invented a 'wavey' moulding machine: it could produce finely carved mouldings on curved surfaces, thus saving a lot of time for the craftsman. But he was allowed to see it only if he left the country immediately! He made some hasty notes and returned home to Barnstaple.
In 1854, a married man with two children, he built a moulding machine and went into production in one room at the Raleigh Woollen Mill at Pilton. He described himself as an 'ornamental moulding maker employing one man'.* Before long he moved to Bear Street and visited London looking for custom from cabinetmakers.
About this time, HENRY PETTER joined him, bringing skills of accountancy and salesmanship. I have not been able to find his date of birth but he was baptised in August 1826. Another Barnstaple man, he moved to London as a partner in a publishing company, and then became part owner of the North Devon Journal before joining Henry Shapland.
In 1856, Shapland and Petter opened a shop in the High Street, selling pianofortes and other musical instruments - but this only lasted for two years. In 1864, they returned to the original woollen mill at Pilton, eventually using the whole site. Sadly, on 5th March 1888 the company suffered a catastrophe: the factory was completely destroyed by fire. All records, finished furniture, timber and workmen's tools were destroyed. A relief fund was quickly set up to support the employees who otherwise would have had to move to the workhouse for the destitute. Fortunately, the two Henrys had bought a new site: a shipbuilding yard at the end of the bridge known as Bridge Wharf. . Soon plans were underway for a new factory, using modern machinery from America - and the craftsmen got their jobs back. Every precaution was taken to ensure that never again would their factory be destroyed by fire. Concrete floors were laid, fire hydrants fitted and buckets of water sited on every floor. Iron bridges connected buildings. Even the staircases were built on the outside of walls.
The business continued to thrive during the 1890's - the factory was well sited for supplies of raw timber by sea and train. Shapland's son William and Petter's son Charles both entered the business and travelled the world buying materials and selling products.
During this time, the range of furniture had grown enormously. Chairs and tables of all sizes and shapes, bedroom furniture, bookcases, church altarpieces and carvings and shop fronts were all part of their skills. After the Great Exhibition of 1851 [the year Shapland started his wave mouldings], there followed the William Morris, Burn-Jones and Rosetti eras. The Arts and Crafts style became fashionable, and Shapland and Petter entered with enthusiasm, producing beautiful furniture of quality.
They opened a showroom in London near Liberty of London. A design team was established, led by a young Scotsman and ledger records show his annual salary as £321.13.4. This was well above the wage of most skilled cabinetmakers and as a comparison, the office boy got £15.8.0!
The two Henrys died within a couple of years of each other - Petter in 1907, Shapland in 1909. About this time, the Barnstaple Cabinet Company was formed and in 1924 was amalgamated with Shapland and Petter.
During World War I, the skilled craftsmen were occupied with turning out wooden propellers for the Royal Flying Corps. After the war, tastes in furniture changed and carved hand-made pieces were not the vogue. Nevertheless, even through the depression, the company continued working, producing made to order woodwork for banks [see the old Lloyds Bank, now Chamber's Brasserie], Tapeley Park, hotels and shop fronts and church fitments [see two chairs and a reading desk in Barnstaple Parish Church]. They also equipped British liners, Pullman carriages and The Guildhall.
During the Second World War, the factory produced shell cases, ammunition boxes and aircraft propellers for the Air Ministry and after the war, radio cabinets and contract furniture. Then doors and fitments became stock in trade and by 1978, 25% of its multi-million pound business was exported. In 1998, Shapland and Petter merged with Leaderflush, door manufacturers, and due to the recession, the factory closed in 2009.
For more than 150 years, 'Shappies' as the locals knew it, was the mainstay of Barnstaple's workforce. And it all happened because one Henry was a man of enterprise who early on recognised the importance of up-to-date machinery, and another Henry who provided the finance and commerce to the business.
* Quotes from Margaret Reed's 'Shapland and Petter of Barnstaple celebrating 150 years' booklet available from the Museum of Barnstaple and North Devon Price £2
Grateful thanks also to Alison Mills, Museum Development Manager and Julian Vayne, Education Officer who kindly provided background information and photographs.
PP of DC
WILLIAM DYER - YET ANOTHER BERRYNARBOR MAN!
William Dyer was born at Berrynarbor, North Devon and was the second son of Jane and John Sharland Dyer who lived at Berrynarbor Mill, now Berry Mill House, and farmed 8 acres. I think it must have been a corn mill. There were two more sons and a daughter. John Dyer died in 1846 but the 1851 census shows his wife as head of the family employing a male servant aged 25 as a miller.
I don't know when William went to Quebec but on August 10th 1869 he married Emma Rice Marshall at Newport parish church [Barnstaple] and they sailed from Liverpool two days later on the Peruvian, bound for Quebec. The marriage certificate gave William's residence at Quebec. I have no way of knowing whether he and Emma knew each other as children, but as William's father is given as a Maltster and Emma's as a Seedsman, there two occupations could be connected.
During their time in Quebec, William's occupation is given on the census as a Draper with Glover, Fry and Co., importers of Dry Goods. He and Emma had three daughters - Gertrude Annie , Nellie Blanche  and Florence Emma , all baptised in the Anglican Cathedral, Quebec. Nothing much is known about their life there - the 1881 census for Barnstaple gives Emma back on a visit to her mother with the girls, no mention of William, but we understand that he was suffering from consumption and the whole family went south to Aiken for his health and probably to avoid the Canadian winter. He died on 17th January 1893. The family story says that William was a successful businessman in Quebec, owning his own company, but that after his death their lawyer took off with the family money and Emma brought her daughters home to Devon with very few resources. Emma did not survive her husband long, dying of cancer in August 1895. Nellie, my grandmother, married Herbert Sugden in 1897, whom she had met in Quebec earlier. His father
James Sugden worked for Rylands, a stationery company in Manchester as a salesman. He was in Quebec working and had taken his son, who had been ill, on the trip to Canada with him to recuperate.
Nellie suffered like her father from TB but even with a collapsed lung gave birth to a family of five, three girls and two boys, my mother Monica being the 3rd girl and 4th child. According to my mother, her mother refused to talk about 'the olden days' saying 'I come from good honest folk and that's enough for me'!
Liz Yeandle - Minehead
OLD BERRYNARBOR NO. 135
British Legion - Berrynarbor Manor Hall, c1940
I am following on from my last article with the real postcard view of the Berrynarbor Contingent of the British Legion c1940. I believe they had regular meetings in the Manor Hall and would attend Sunday morning Church Parades on a regular monthly basis.
Fortunately, we are able to name all the members on this postcard.
From left to right:
Back Row: Percy Thorne, Jack Green, Jack Ford, Mr. Street, Bill Dinnecombe, Dick Street, Frank Brookman
Third Row: Bill Street, Ben Draper, Bill Draper, Reg Huxtable, Jim Ley, Jack Copp, Harold Richards, George Gubb, Ben Draper Snr.
Second Row [seated]: Stan Toms, Mr. Lensy, Mr.Duchear, Captain James, ??, Freddy Rice, Mr. Lord, Daniel Toms
Front Row: Jack Edwards, Roy Smith, Jack Snell, Jack Josling
Note how the majority of them are wearing a British Legion Members' lapel badge and many of them are proudly displaying the medals awarded during the First World War. There is a man wearing a cap peering out of the Hall window on the left.
Sadly, as far as I am aware, none of the above are still alive. However, if there is anyone who can either add information or correct any of the names I have given, I should be very pleased to hear from you.
Tom Bartlett, Tower Cottaqe, January 2012
NB Regarding the previous article, View 134 of the Berrynarbor Home Guard, the following corrections can be made:
Back Row - Jack Jewell is Jack Snell, it is Bill Osborne and Bob Lanston is Bob Lancey
Third Row - Commander Bill Peachey, Sgt. Newman may have been Major Newman.
My thanks to Ray Thorne who had the same picture in the North Devon Journal, page 68, of Thursday, 12th January 2012.
NEWS FROM THE PRIMARY SCHOOL
We have had an exciting few months and as usual a busy run up to Christmas. Our Christmas Service, Nativity Service and of course the Senior Dudes Meal were enjoyed by all. We also received a visit from Ofsted Inspectors during the Autumn term.
The inspection was rigorous. We had two inspectors for part of the first day and one inspector for the second day. The inspectors looked at all areas of school life and spent a considerable amount of time in every classroom. They spoke to children and parents and spent time in the playground and lunch rooms. Until just before Christmas, the outcome of the inspection was a closely guarded secret. However, I am very pleased to tell you that the inspector, Mr Baxter, judged our school to be OUTSTANDING which places us in the top 6% of schools nationally. The full inspection report can be read online and includes comments such as:
"The pupils' impressive academic and personal progress is rooted in exemplary teaching and curricular activity, combined with continuing strengths in the care provided. Such strong provision, which also safeguards pupils as they make full use of the school's restricted site, helps them to feel very secure and take a high level of responsibility for their learning. That stands them in very good stead not only when working in school, but also prepares them especially well for their future lives."
We are very proud of this result and I think it reflects the commitment of our staff and children.
Our SIAS inspection took place this week. The SIAS inspection considers our effectiveness as a church school.
The children have warmly welcomed all of these visitors and shown them what a wonderfully caring bunch of children they are. We are hoping for a rest from 'visitors' for a while now as we look forward to some warmer days and getting outside more.
Sue Carey - Headteacher