Notes from a newcomer
Marion extols the virtues of Stoke Ferry
Inspired by Brian Harrison's letter in the August issue of the Pump, I fell
to pondering on what I enjoy about living in Stoke Ferry. Here are some of the
everyday things that I think add to the quality of life - in addition to the
ones already mentioned by Brian, of course. I'm sure every reader could come up
with their own, probably quite different, list of reasons to be cheerful.
Anyone who can recall the congestion when the A134 traffic went right through
the middle of Stoke Ferry has to offer up a grateful prayer to those who
tirelessly campaigned for the bypass. (While we're on our knees, we might add a
plea that drivers who still use the village as a short cut will see the error of
their ways - or, failing that, at least obey the speed limit.)
Orchids and strawberries
How many villages can boast such a glorious show of wild orchids as we have
growing along the The Cut every summer? Followed by tiny wild strawberries that taste so much nicer than cultivated ones.
It's nice to see people going about the village on foot - alone, or with a
dog or two in tow. And that includes people on bikes, people on horseback and
kids on skateboards. They bring the place to life when many neighbouring
villages are eerily bereft of any signs of human activity.
Litter is the bane of modern life and every time I go to London and see the
grubby state of the streets I realise how lucky we are to have Gerald patiently
tidying up after us.
Today's newsprint is tomorrow's fish-and-chip wrapping so the earlier we get
our daily fix of doom and gloom the better. My paper lands with a satisfying
thud on the doormat around 6.30 every morning which means that I can take it
to work with me or, on Saturdays, enjoy the luxury of returning to bed with a
cup of tea and the crossword.
(Perhaps that should be postpersons.) Ours are cheerful, efficient and
reliable and I like to see them whizzing about on their bikes.
The milk I buy from the supermarket goes off within a few days of being
opened. The milk that is delivered to my door by Dairy Crest stays fresh for a
week. Enough said.
We have a handful of fine houses that lend the centre of Stoke Ferry an air
of distinction. They more than repay some TLC and the occasional coat of fresh
paint. (I know Brian already mentioned this, but they are one of my hobby
When I needed a new doormat fitted and cut to size, Graham the Carpenter (no
job too small) lived up to his slogan. When my washing machine started making
strange noises, Kevin from Domilec was around in half-an-hour to correctly
diagnose - and extract from the drum - a stray underwire from a bra (apparently, they are the usual culprits). However busy he is, David English always has time to check my tyres, oil and water and never says 'you really ought to be able to do this yourself by now'.
The Village Pump
A pearl in Stoke Ferry's crown - as is the team of volunteers that puts it
together every month.