Jim the Geordie <***@jimXscott.co.uk> wrote:
,near where i grew up there is a village where while most of
Post by Jim the GeordiePost by Marlandthe country was letting off fireworks and burning guys on bonfires the
bellringers would make a racket and then roll a rock over with crowbars .If
they didn’t the Devil who allegedly dropped it would return and do
mischief. It was a relative quite affair , now the place gets invaded by
people from afar muscling in making a racket with bodhrans and horns ,
and bloody morris dancers It’s completely changed an old tradition.
GH
That's Shebbear. I lived there 28 years - rang bells -turned stone.
Well theres a coincidence then
I wonder if our time periods overlapped , I left as a teenager in the early
1970’s but return regularly.
Don’t really like the place much now, too much modern housing development
that makes it look like its home counties suburbia but then the Shebbear I
knew had two general shops, a baker, a blacksmith,a cobbler who also did
haircuts ,two garages both selling fuel a standalone Post Office and the
Doctors was on the corner of the square, as was a small cafe and the
travelling library still came.
Find it a bit sterile now.
GH