Thursday, 16 May 2019

Tyneham Village


This is a village lost in time, a ghost village that was taken over just before Christmas 1943 by the war office for use as firing ranges for training troops. 225 people were displaced, the popular belief is that the last person to leave,  left this note on the church door.

Please treat the church and houses with care; we have given up our homes where many of us lived for generations to help win the war to keep men free. We shall return one day and thank you for treating the village kindly. 

Since then the army has formally taken this village and surrounding area of land over as a firing range and training ground. They will never come back, many have tried to get the army and government to fill full their promise that they would be allowed back once the war was finished but to no avail. 


Originally it was said they had 48 hours to leave the village but I found a letter from the War Office that is dated 17th November, explaining what is going to happen and giving then enough time to find alternative homes or getting assistance from the government to settle somewhere else. So they did have roughly a month, even that is quite a short time to be uprooted and have to start a new life somewhere away from all you know.

Arriving at the village we were meet by Dan and Alex, Dan wanted to take JB and Alex wanted what Susan always takes with, a picnic. Claudia commented that they had been around the village twice and were ready to go to a local pub, they were starving. We had a walk around the deserted school and houses before braving the single track lane out of the valley. Quite an extraordinary village that is truly lost in time. The school has examples of the children’s work on the desks and homework on the blackboard. The pen and ink on the desks did bring back memories of my days gone bye. 


Talking of Gary, he played his first cricket match for Broadstone CC yesterday. Father and son played in the same team and Dan scored a good few runs while Gary was exceptionally economical with the bat. Gary did take a good catch and his fielding was above average, he is young, he is keen, let him play, he will mature.

Monday, 6 May 2019

Bank Holiday Cricket


Is it just my imagination or are these weekends getting busier? Took Friday sort of off in preparation for a quiet bank holiday weekend and it is now Sunday morning and frankly I am exhausted. 


We went to the Breeze VW and had a look at the T-Cross and Susan loves it. The journey begins again, hopefully it all ends in smiles. Now in  Nero’s, calming down, with a double espresso and a pastry. In all fairness the T-Cross is just a little bigger than the Polo and would be easier to park than the T-Roc. 

Apart from the car looking and admiring, Saturday I walked Jenson on a very cold beach,  5 deg C and a brisk breeze, maybe packed those winter willies away too soon. All family breakfast at Sandbanks Cafe, well excluding Susan who was with, you guessed it, Vivien. Claudia, Kate, Alex, Michael, Gary and I enjoyed a very leisurely full English breakfast, except for Kate, dry scones and orange juice, being her breakfast of choice. 

Amongst all this activity we also went to Boots and ordered some sunglasses for me and made and appointment to try contact lenses. Gary has said it does take a day or many to get use to touching your eyeball, but I am open to new technology and this form of technology has been around for a while. 


A blast from the past, Dan was asked to play in his first adult cricket match for the Saturday 2nd team. Packed the folding chairs, dog, jackets and enthusiasm and set off just after 2pm. The game was at Delph Woods, an idea venue for cricket. The field is in the middle of the woods and surrounded by old tree and wood vegetation. With Michael and Robert we played many a game there. We watched and clapped and hoped he would do well, he must have been a little nervous but he came through with flying colours. Did not drop any catches and batted for about three overs, scoring a good solid 9 runs. Unfortunately the top order collapsed and they lost by about 100 runs in the end. 

Michael and Gary enjoyed a fine pint or two later on in the game and I do believe they tried to get a Mexican wave going but as there were only a handful of spectators it was doomed to failure before it started. They enjoyed it, which is what an afternoon watching cricket is all about. 

Now we are off to Lulworth Cove, very picturesque, fishing village just an hour down the coast. All piled into the Zafira and took off just after 12:30. Well, it always was a 11am start, so not that late. More in the next blog.