On Sunday, we were fortunate that the weather cleared up in time for the Big Lunch, which, so far as I could see, was a Big Success. Fore Street was packed, the sun shone (mostly), the people were happy, the music was great, the pubs were doing a roaring trade, and our town crier, Roy Goodwin was there to add his official imprimatur. And then there was my friend, Paul Edge. As I mentioned last week, Paul was to have all his hair shaved off in order to raise money for Dementia UK Fortified by some generous libations from the Prince of Wales and encouraged by his many friends, Paul duly sat and allowed a lovely young lady to do the job.
My rhododendrons are in bloom and the roses are starting – summer must be on its way.. let us hope for a good one – our tourist industry could do with it.
You learn something new every day – apparently our friends from Combe Martin are Shammickites, while my daughter who lives in Fremington is a Treacle Miner. Strange that she had never before confessed to me that she labours in the famed Treacle Mines of our North Devon neighbour. I wonder what our neighbours call us, the inhabitants of Ilfracombe. Perhaps they are so confounded by our intelligence, good looks, compassion and, above all, modesty that they can only gaze at us in speechless awe.
Writing about chocolate, as I have done for the last two weeks, has reminded me of a 1970s film, Woody Allen’s The Sleeper.
Overall, the County Council elections turned out pretty much as everyone expected. Bad for UKIP, Bad for Labour. Mildly encouraging for LibDems. Good for Conservatives. Nationally, I suppose that the big story has to be the almost total elimination of UKIP, a phenomenon echoed in our town – they slumped from 482 in 2013 to 122 this time.
Last week there was a report of a speech given by a second year A level student, James Craig, at a conference in Exeter. James, a Remain supporter, spent a few weeks after the referendum feeling very angry at the result, and showing it. He then had a Damascene conversion. To quote him “Listening to someone else’s argument dramatically increases the chance of them listening to yours”. A wise observation from someone relatively young. Sometimes a person can go through the whole of their life without realising it, as we can see if we listen to politicians or read Facebook or newspaper debates, which often come across as a series of intertwined, unrelated monologues.