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How often we see, hear and read of our emergency services carrying out their particular duties. And often it’s not until they come close to home that the full realisation of what it all adds up to that it’s taken on board. Such was the case in the early hours of 3rd October at approximately 3.45am, when due to Ann’s deteriorating health condition that it became a time to press the three nines. A cool reassuring voice soon had the Ambulance service activated and on it’s way. “Why” because it’s happening around us all the time whilst in some parts of the World the self same services which we have grown to accept and indeed expect are wholly different as our T.V. screens illustrate. Of course the immediate response by many is loud and clear i.e. we pay for it so we expect it. We should never lose sight of the fact that within our midst are many who due to various reasons are unable to contribute and more importantly is the very fact that it takes dedicated people to make it all happen.
As usual the Eyke Harvest Supper on 6th October was a great success with approximately 60 attending and our utmost thanks go out to one and all.
Waking up from a snooze “ZZZ” recently having dropped off whilst watching T.V. (what new pussycat) there before my very eyes on awakening was a ruddy mosquito in front of the screen, Blue tongue virus came to mind in a split second. But then the old grey matter settled as it’s not contagious to humans. Then a flashback occurred of many, many, many years ago (P/S I’m only 103) when having gone to bed and blown out the candle, on occasions there would be a buzzing noise and to an approaching propeller driven Aircraft the next thought was, where will the little blighter land. In anticipation one would immediately dive under the pile of Blankets and the old army Great Coat to escape. And if by coincidence one had had a few jars of Bullards Ale in the then Railway Tavern in Melton then a choice arose, i.e. either be gassed below or eaten alive above (sweet dreams).
Soon we will be saying our goodbyes to Father Patrick who has decided with his very supportive Wife Lorna to Retire. Before they came during the interregnum when The Eyke Rectory was “let” naturally it affected the location of our Annual Village Fete to which past all attendees would agree has been an excellent and beautiful venue for it over many years, and following their departure this particular location could well become a place of memories to be cherished, after all the Old saying of “what you never have you never miss” basically explains it all. However as always the future lies ahead, and in conclusion may I take this time of opportunity to wish Father Patrick and Lorna “Bon Voyage” as they make their way back over the border into Swedeland i.e. Norfolk from whence they came.
Mervyn Whitmore
