Have you seen the new fence erected along the path above the fishermen’s stores in the harbour? It seems to have been put up, by NDDC, to prevent stuff being thrown onto the fishermen’s stores below. There are several problems with this. First, it is ugly and destroys one of the most scenic views in town. Second, I do not think it will achieve its aim – all it will do is encourage the vandals to throw higher. There must be better ways of saving the fishermen’s stores from vandals. What is more annoying is that no one in Ilfracombe seems to have been consulted, certainly not the town council. Why not? It is like a small child who has a bright idea and rushes off to do it without realising the damage that may result.
When I was a child, you rarely saw disabled people on the streets. OK, there would have been the occasional person on crutches, but rarely a wheelchair. Of course, in those days, there were no such things as electric wheelchairs, let alone mobility scooters, so any wheelchair user had either to propel themselves or, more likely, have someone to push them. But even then your problems were not over – crossing a road was an adventure, since there were no drop kerbs, and most shops and offices required you to go up or down a few steps to enter. Municipal buildings, and others with aspirations to grandeur, were often the worst, being entered by a short, but impressive-looking set of stairs.
Just over a year ago, I recommended to you Children of the Wise Oak by Oliver Tooley, an Ilfracombe author. Mr Tooley has now brought out its sequel, Women of the Wise Oak. These form the start of a projected 9 volume series. I imagine we will be seeing a Men of the Wise Oak, but I can't help wondering where Mr Tooley will go from there: Dragons of the Wise Oak?
Last weekend saw Sea Ilfracombe, the last, I believe, of our big community events until Christmas – if you know different, please tell me. I was unable to go on Saturday, when, so I heard, the event was very well attended, not surprising, given the good weather. Sunday dawned damp and dreary, but the rain cleared up and, by early afternoon, I thought it worth popping along. There were a fair number of people there as well as several stalls and, of course, the musicians. I wandered round and bought a couple of pasties, but a few spots of rain persuaded me to seek refuge in the car, a wise move, as the few spots soon multiplied. I hope that a good day on Saturday made up for what is suspect was not so good on Sunday.