We're creeping into Winter and I for one aint in any hurry. It's been glorious this week, a beautiful end to Autumn, but the doom merchants are forecasting a major drop in temperatures for next. If all goes to plan I'm off to Derbyshire next Friday for a week and a spell living in a house! It's part of my "Don't spend the whole Winter on the Boat Regime" and I'm looking forward to it. I love the Peak District anyway and will receive the odd visitor during my stay. Roy's coming for a few days and they don't come any odder than that.
After Derbyshire I'm off to Lancashire and a visit to Tom and sister, Moira; a tad earlier this year but that will, as far as I'm concerned open the Festive Season officially....then it's back for the Boaters' Christmas Bash on 8th Dec preceded by a matinee performance of The Importance of Being Earnest by Berkhamsted Youth Orchestra with Pam's grandson, Joseph playing Dr Chasuble. Then I'm off to Whitstable for a week just before Christmas. That'll be the week I write my cards so if you've changed your address in the last 12 months best let me know.....assuming you want a card that is.
The Boaters' Party this year will be aiming to raise money for the Alzheimer's Society through its raffle and any profit on the night and we will also have a collection for DENS (Dacorum Emergency Night Shelter) You can donate if you're coming on the 8th or there will be a Wheelybin by the Mooring's Gate where goods can be left. It all ends on 11th Dec cos I want to drop it all off at DENS on the 12th. The list of what is needed can be found on this link. I will, of course, collect if the above options aren't available to you.
https://www.dens.org.uk/files/Christmas%20List%202018.pdf
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Some local news-avid reader will recall that a month or so back I wrote
The Grave of the Unknown Caller |
Anyway last week as I strolled down Wharf Lane I noticed a gap-like a missing tooth-the box was gone. Future generations will be unaware that what now resembles " the Grave of the Unknown Caller" once meant that for tuppence there could be a call to Auntie from a mid-trip boater or to summon a doctor for a Cowroastian resident or to plight the troth of a lovesick farmer's daughter to her beau in Bow. All gone as though none of it ever happened. Which it probably didn't. Except the tuppence was a fact. Years ago when it was a proper red box I referred to it as "The Office" In those days, before mobile phones, that was my contact with the outside world and it also served as a handy shelter when waiting for a bus in either direction. I was fit enough on sighting a bus to leg it to the appropriate stop. Nowadays I'd miss the bus and catch the next one....or get a cab....or drive.
I can't say the box is necessary now as we all are mobbied up but sadly it is indicative of the demise of the Cow Roast Hamlet. No pub, no phone box, fewer buses, ageing populace. Place just looks like a car park.
I reprint an old picture from a few years back. The picture could obviously benefit from the addition of hundreds of BMWs on one side and vans on the other but you can't halt "progress". Sad.
Well the little green triangle went not long after Pontius was a First Officer and the A4251 is a very busy road. But just in case anyone thought things couldn't be made any uglier along came the then owners, Punch Taverns, who barricaded the windows and put the Berlin Wall round the pub. This week Heineken (who bought the pub from Punch) decided that wasn't ugly enough and stuck another row of concrete in front.
With this being the 100th Anniversary of the end of the First World War I'd have thought a trench and some barbed wire would have been more in keeping.
What right do these companies have to inflict such eyesores on the community? The council, Parish, Borough or County don't give a toss and poor old Cow Roast looks as attractive as a squat in Sarajevo.
Heineken (through their pubco Star pubs) are looking for a tenant but no bugger in his right mind is going into this place till somebody spends some money on it and perhaps a little TLC. Given their actions so far it aint gonna happen.
But if you fancy a punt............
https://www.starpubs.co.uk/pubs/cow-roast-inn-wiggington
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A trip just for the day to Faversham-wonderful journeys both ways-isn't the M25 wonderful when it works- and we took Mathilda out for fun and frolics. One of my favourite photos of '18.
And this is one of my least favourite-Roy looking amazingly like David Starkey wasting good Glenfiddich (a present from Ady) by drinking it himself rather than giving it to me.
SOD's Law
At Chelmsford Races last Monday your humble and impoverished servant backed a horse called Florencio (in honour of Florence in Faversham) at 16 to 1.
All eight runners in the 7f handicap, which was declared void, completed safely after the lights went out two furlongs from the finish.
A stewards' inquiry into the contest concluded judge David Hicks had insufficient light to call the result of the race.
But 'winning' trainer Jamie Osborne insisted Florencio, owned by the globetrotting Melbourne 10, which includes the trainer, should have taken the race after he filmed the five-year-old finishing first past the post under Nicola Currie.
"I am annoyed," said the Lambourn trainer. "It was blatantly obvious to me and the racegoers watching just who had finished first, second, third and fourth.
"They probably could have limited the damage of this by allowing the result to stand but the stewards had no interest in seeing my film, and apparently the rule is that if the judge can't determine the first four home, then the race has to be void."
I got my stake money back but that's the first time I've had the bloody lights go out on a race. Cost me 64 quid! I've subsequently learnt that Florencio's owners got the prize money so as usual it's the poor old punter that gets diddled.
https://www.racingpost.com/news/chelmsford-abandoned-after-power-cut-plunges-track-into-darkness-mid-race/353629
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I'm grateful to friend Janice for this picture taken on Remembrance Sunday at St Peter's in Berkhamsted. Good to see the flag fly and I hope to see it again along with many others on 23rd April. 2019 which as everyone will know is St George's Day. Our St George's Do on the moorings will be on Sat 27th but this year I'm hoping to get enough people interested in a Lunch on the 23rd at The George and Dragon in Northchurch. I haven't asked the Landlord yet and I've no ideas about cost and stuff but that's the plan. Let me know if you fancy it. I got my stake money back but that's the first time I've had the bloody lights go out on a race. Cost me 64 quid! I've subsequently learnt that Florencio's owners got the prize money so as usual it's the poor old punter that gets diddled.
https://www.racingpost.com/news/chelmsford-abandoned-after-power-cut-plunges-track-into-darkness-mid-race/353629
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I have deliberately avoided the Bxxxxt word as I am sure that, like me , you are bored witless with the whole shambles but I couldn't avoid a grin to myself on hearing that Gove 👀 had expressed his loyalty to Theresa May-now she really does need to worry after his "loyalty" to the nauseous Doris Johnson whom he shafted two days later.
16 and with hair. |
Pam in the Water gardens |
One hell of a birdbath |
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I know many of you are interested in my overseas viewers so here's the latest. I'm surprised to note that Ukraine tops the list above the UK today though pleased to see my chums in the Philippines, Singapore and Russia are still on board. As always I ask myself why should anyone in the Ukraine be interested in my ramblings? It must be very boring there.
All for now-take care.
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The Cliveden Affair
The 3rd Viscount Astor, William (known to everyone as Bill) loved to entertain at Cliveden. Over the weekend of the 8 and 9 July 1961 he and his wife Bronwen hosted a small house party. His guests included the Secretary of State for War, John Profumo and his wife.
The 3rd Viscount Astor, William (known to everyone as Bill) loved to entertain at Cliveden. Over the weekend of the 8 and 9 July 1961 he and his wife Bronwen hosted a small house party. His guests included the Secretary of State for War, John Profumo and his wife.
That same weekend, Cliveden's resident osteopath, Stephen Ward was also hosting house party at his home, Spring Cottage down on the river banks within the estate. Ward’s guests included society showgirl Christine Keeler and Yevgeny Ivanov, a Soviet naval attaché.
As it was a warm evening, Ward decided to take his friends up to the house for dip in the swimming pool where they were discovered by Bill Astor and his guests. This chance meeting between Keeler and Profumo and the three-month affair that followed was to end Profumo’s career and bring down the Macmillan Conservative government.
In 1963, revelations about Stephen Ward and Christine Keeler’s private lives lead to the press hounding Christine. She decided to tell her story in the Sunday Pictorial including the events at Cliveden in 1961.
It emerged that as well as an affair with Profumo, Keeler had a very brief relationship with Ivanov too. This connection was seen as a serious security risk and Profumo was forced to make a statement in the House of Commons. He denied there was any impropriety in his relationship with Keeler and when his lie was exposed he was forced to resign.
Prime Minister Harold Macmillan did not recover from the crisis that engulfed the government, resigning seven months later and the Conservatives lost the general election the following year.
However, more than careers were lost as a result of the affair; Stephen Ward was put on trial and took his own life and Bill Astor’s health declined from stress and he died in 1966. Cliveden had been given to the National Trust 25 years earlier and following Bill Astor’s death the family decided they no longer wished to live here.