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When I think back to my school days, the rare outings and residential weekends away we enjoyed imprinted more on my memory than any spell in the classroom I can think of. I still recall finite details about a school camp on the moor some 20-odd years ago. Our teacher could name the constellations we spotted in the sky during our evening ramble. Inspired, I went straight home and learned them all. I doubt any representation in a book would have propelled me to do the same.
Despite an abundance of quality research extolling the benefits to children of outdoor and community-based learning, the Commons Schools Select Committee has reported a significant national decline in outdoor education. The situation today is that many schoolchildren are lucky to get out of the classroom just once a term. In light of this, the happenings at Dulverton Middle School for the past 11 years have been both inspiring and unusual. Here the children routinely learn out of the classroom in a variety of settings, thanks to the school’s unique ‘Exmoor Curriculum’.
Taught one afternoon a week and running alongside the National Curriculum, the Exmoor Curriculum is a programme of outdoor and environmental educational activities with a local twist. The specific emphasis is on embracing the immediate surroundings of Exmoor, its environment and community. It has been a manifest success. Ofsted gave it special praise, stating that it makes “a significant contribution to the personal development of pupils and provides opportunities for them to understand and use their immediate locality”. No other state school in the country offers a similar programme.
So how and why did this tiny middle school in West Somerset blaze such an innovative trail? Overall it has been the achievement of a number of passionate and pro-active individuals and groups, but a leading share of the credit must go to former head Steve Ford. Steve arrived at Dulverton in the late nineties and retired last year. Happily, I was put in touch with him by his long-time colleague and current Dulverton deputy head, Clive Goulty. The two both taught at Danesfield School in Williton in the 1980s, where they ran well-attended weekend camping clubs. They shared a belief that outdoor and practical experiences were indispensable to education.
Even in retirement, Steve is evidently still passionate about the Exmoor Curriculum. “What drove the idea?”, I asked him. “A number of beliefs came together,” he explained. “Children should know about where they come from and understand their environment. Also, the existing curriculum was very language and literacy based.” Steve felt that some young people had abilities in different areas which were not being catered for. He also knew that in order for children to apply knowledge to real life, it helps to give them a real-life learning experience, preferably within the surroundings of their own community, to make the lesson relevant. With Exmoor on the doorstep, it seemed that new learning opportunities were boundless. Steve was also aware that, as the smallest middle school in Somerset, Dulverton was vulnerable. “So I wanted school to be too good to miss,” he declared.
Steve immediately looked to Clive to start developing the new curriculum. Another former colleague and outdoor education expert, Allan Dyer, was also enlisted. By the time the Exmoor Curriculum was being taught Allan had retired but – excited by the concept – he came out of retirement to help develop and teach on the course. The school governors, having tremendous faith in Steve, enthusiastically supported the proposals. Exmoor National Park Authority was keen to offer its educational resources and helped establish a programme of activities. The key figure responsible for this task was the National Park
Authority’s Education Manager, Dave Gurnett. Dave was clearly eager to talk about the Exmoor Curriculum when I visited him at a sunny Exmoor House HQ in Dulverton. Dave is a former teacher turned National Park Ranger with cheerful energy and bona fide enthusiasm for outdoor education. “It was easy to find them places to go and things to do,” he told me. “We looked at where we could show them the practical implementation of conservation.” I asked him if he felt it would be within the scope of other schools to take up the lead and offer their own similar programmes.
Dave fervently believes this to be true; he commends the efforts of other Somerset schools he works with and offers succinctly: “People make things happen, you get the right combination of people and anything’s possible.”
‘Anything’s possible’ seems to be the theme. When health and safety fears meant schools up and down the country were shying away from school trips, Dulverton Middle School was busy obtaining its own Adventure Activities Licence. Now the pupils are engaged each week in a diverse range of activities encompassing conservation, water sports, first aid, community, local industry and local history. One year group even built a traditional roundhouse in the school grounds. “I took the children to an Iron-Age hillfort and they were thoroughly disappointed,” recalls Clive. “There wasn’t much there. No turrets!” he chuckled.
He asked them to try and imagine how the buildings might have looked and then explained how roundhouses were built, which prompted a boy to ask: “Can we build one then?” So they did. A 13ft roundhouse was erected over half a term, using locally-supplied saplings and traditional tools. That’s history, exercise, teamwork and woodcraft all rolled into one enjoyable, priceless, educational experience. No other state school in the country offers a similar programme.
By year 8, the various skills the children gain over the preceding four years are brought together and, dependent on their overall performance, they may graduate as ‘Junior Rangers’. With this accolade comes the right to wear a distinctive black Junior Ranger uniform to school. The Exmoor Society funds the ‘graduation’. The ongoing support which the school receives from the Exmoor Society cannot be underestimated.
Committed sponsors from the outset, the Society have announced in their spring newsletter that they will award £2,000 this year to help further develop the curriculum, acknowledging its role in promoting ‘important life skills and deep understanding of the Exmoor environment’.
There are more exciting times ahead too. Thanks to a grant from Exmoor National Park Authority’s Sustainable Development Fund, year 7 and 8 pupils will have the opportunity to gain a Vocational Related Qualification (VRQ) award in Land and Environment. Intended for those aged 14 and over, VRQs are not usually offered to middle school pupils. They know it can work, having already piloted a partial VRQ award in partnership with Somerset Rural Youth Project in 2008 – all the children passed.
The timetable is set. In the late-March week when I visited, year 5 were taking cycling proficiency training, year 6 were obtaining St John’s Ambulance Lifesaver Awards, year 7 were preparing tourism guide packs of the local area and year 8 were planning and mapping their own walk from Dulverton to Brushford and back again. Clive remains a fountain of ongoing ideas. He would like to see an equestrian element introduced and perhaps more local history. Current head Jeremy Weedon is exuberant about the Exmoor Curriculum, attendance targets are being exceeded and the children really do seem to want to come to school. He is also delighted to be gaining the VRQ accreditation. Clearly the reins are in keen hands. I left Dulverton feeling optimistic for their future and hopeful that their model will inspire others. Anything’s possible… this little school could be making big things happen for some time to come.
Judges at this year’s Exmoor Society Literary Competition praised the exceptionally high standard and from a huge entry of poems received, at the Society’s recent Spring Conference, Sir Antony Acland presented the prize winners with their awards. First prize in the senior category went to Edward Taylor, 13 years, from Stoke Rivers and a pupil at West Buckland School, and first prize in the junior category went to Hattie Harley, 10 years, from Yeo Mill, West Anstey and a pupil at North Molton Primary School for her poem entitled “Life on Exmoor”.
The Exmoor Society is delighted to announce that this Award, held each year for children writing about Exmoor, has a new sponsor. The award will now be known as the “Lucy Perry Literary Award” in memory of Lucy Perry who died last year. Her family felt it most appropriate that the bequest to the Society is in the form of a legacy to fund the award, so that the Society can continue with this way of awakening the magic of Exmoor in young people.
This annual competition is open to young people between the ages of 8 and 14 years and the Society offers literary awards for a piece of poetry or prose inspired by Exmoor – its landscape, its wildlife and cultural heritage and people’s enjoyment of it. Closing date for this year’s competition is 31 December 2011 and entries to be sent to: The Exmoor Society, Parish Rooms, Dulverton, Som TA22 9DP.
The Society continues to financially support the Exmoor Curriculum at Dulverton Middle School which gives local children the opportunity to learn about Exmoor and allows them to participate in a wide variety of activities.
The Society now wishes to extend the curriculum to other schools in the area and has set up an Education Fund for this purpose. It is the Society’s intention to help young people to know more about Exmoor and to understand how it copes with the many pressures from modern living. For more detail and to find out how to help please contact the Society – email@example.com.
Lucy Perry Literary Award 2010 Senior Group – 1st place
The water gargles and giggles
As it makes its way down the
delicate shallows of the Barle spring
The light shines off it like a halo.
A river is born.
It grows and learns, becomes wiser
and wider, picking up pieces of the sad modern world. It
Deepens and darkens gets murkier
and mysterious with the sad truth of the world;
It harbours secrets and lies but lets no one
know for it would be too sad. On the top it
is a shining and beautiful it has to be it is a phenomenon of
It is a single blue thread woven into the green
quilt of Exmoor It reaches barriers and
troubles but finds the solution and carries on
It reaches a dead end but won’t stop, it carries
on down with a roar and a crash.
Now it’s in its prime racing faster and faster the wonder of
Exmoor. Then it meets its goal. The sea, perhaps the end of
the beginning or maybe the beginning of the end. We shall
Aged 13 years
West Buckland School
Lucy Perry Literary Award 2010 Junior Group – 1st place
Life on Exmoor
Smooth little streams made from last night’s rain
Thin winding paths, puddle here and there
Small tummy button toadstools, grouped in patches
Curving hills sloping in the distance making silhouettes against the cloudy sky
Thick long hedges with tangled twigs
Golden, orange, brown leaves scattered all over the ground
Dark chestnut ponies with deep brown manes
Galloping on the muddy ground
Finger pricking gorse bushes protecting the dainty yellow flowers
Big groups of rusty brown bracken, crunching under people’s feet
A soft breeze brushing the hay coloured grass
In the distance, you see clumps of towering beech trees with bright orange leaves, slowly becoming bare
Aged 10 years
North Molton Primary School
Three women from Somerset trekked 26.2 miles overnight in their bras raising over £1,200 between them for a breast cancer charity.
20-year-old Daisy Page from Alcombe, Laura Johnson also 20 from Watchet and 24-year-old Charlotte Cox from Minehead completed the London MoonWalk in nine hours, in bras they decorated with feathers, sequins and glitter.
The girls decided to get involved in the event because they wanted to raise money for a good cause and had been in training for the London Moonwalk for months.
MoonWalks and SunWalks have been organised throughout the UK by the charity Walk the Walk for the past ten years to raise funds for breast cancer causes. This year’s MoonWalk held in London saw 15,000 female participants turn up in their brightly-decorated bras to walk, jog or run the capital’s marathon route.
Daisy, Laura and Charlotte made their way to the starting line, ready and raring to go on the evening of Saturday 14 May when the walk started. Daisy said: “We wanted to raise money for the charity because it’s a personal female thing and the money goes towards amazing treatments to help breast cancer patients, it’s also been something great to train for.”
Passing all the tourist hotspots including Buckingham Palace, Big Ben and the Thames the girls described the whole experience as not only physically challenging and emotionally draining but also mentally demanding, but they gave each other support and the determination to keep going.
Daisy commented: “It felt so weird when it was over, it was painful, tiring and cold but coming over the finishing line is a daze. It’s amazing to think we completed it, it was emotional in both a sad and a happy way.”
The girls have so far raised £1,200 but sponsorship money is still flooding in. Anyone who wishes to donate should contact Daisy at Daisy Nail and Beauty, Friday Street, Minehead, tel: 01643 704760.
Those interested in taking part in a MoonWalk or a SunWalk near them should visit www.walkthewalk.org to find out more.
Blog by Harriet Rose-Gale
Blackmore Farm in Cannington, Somerset has been named AA Guest Accommodation of the Year for England 2011-2012, beating off stiff competition from all over the country.
The official AA press release states:
“Blackmore Farm in Cannington, Somerset has been awarded the prestigious honour of being named AA Guest Accommodation of the Year for England 2011. The announcement was made at the AA’s Bed and Breakfast Awards at the Royal Horseguards Hotel in London on Monday 16 May. With prizes provided by AA Hotel Services’ partner Villeroy & Boch, this annual Awards event recognises and rewards the excellent services provided by the UK’s very best B&B establishments. Blackmore Farm, run by Ann and Ian Dyer, is a stunning 15th Century, Grade 1 listed Manor House nestled in the foothills of the Quantock Hills in Somerset. Guests get the opportunity to step back in time when they stay at Blackmore Farm as it retains many period features including oak beams, stone archways and medieval garderobes. The Dyer family offer guests a friendly welcome, beautiful surroundings and wonderful home cooked meals. Along with the guest accommodation Blackmore Farm is home to a farm shop, café and self-catering accommodation. Simon Numphud, AA Hotel Services Manager, said, “The AA is delighted to name Blackmore Farm as the AA Guest Accommodation of the Year for England for 2011-12. With old world grandeur, this establishment offers a truly memorable experience and is fully deserving of its title.””
Ian and Ann have been receiving bed and breakfast guests in their home for the last 22 years. They were both shocked and delighted to be recognized by the AA for their hard work at the Awards Ceremony in London. Ian said, “We are over the moon to win this award as recognition of the hard work that both ourselves and the staff do to make sure that our guests have a terrific and memorable stay.”
North Molton may only be a village but it is fortunate enough to have both a thriving Friday Club (for 7 – 11 year olds) and a Youth Club (for 11 – 16 olds) and the weekend before last ( 14 – 15 May) there was a packed programme of events to celebrate the Friday Club’s 40th anniversary.
The Friday Club, which is based in the village’s Methodist chapel, was started in 1971 by Sister Pam LePoidevin, May Bray, Greta Bray and her daughter Rosemary Bray (now Courteney). Today, the club meets fortnightly, on a Friday.
The weekend’s events began at 10.00 – 12.00 on Saturday with an exhibition of photos and memorabilia illustrating the Friday Club’s history, videos of various outings and events, followed by coffee and refreshments. Many people attended to exclaim over the photos and to point in amazement at themselves or friends and family in much younger days!
It was notable that many of those who came along to relive happy memories were Friday Club members in the archive photographs. Now adults themselves, they in turn brought their own children to the event. And of course many of these now attend the current Friday Club. In fact at least one local family, The Bendles, can claim three generations of attendees!
In the afternoon the festivities moved to a free event held North Molton’s Sports Club, which started at 3.00 and went on to a family party until 9.00 at night. In the afternoon there were races, activities, a bouncy castle and a barbeque. This was followed at 6.00 with live music from The Lucy Lastic Band. This caused great fun and hilarity as old and young joined in and had a go at line dancing!
Finally, rounding off the weekend on Sunday morning there was a service at the Methodist chapel lead by Sister Pam – who had travelled from her home in Guernsey – and included contributions from past and present Friday Club leaders and members. This was rounded off by Sister Pam cutting the fabulous cake, which featured the club’s motto of ‘Treat Others as You Would Like to be Treated’. Afterwards everyone was invited to stay and share lunch.
Rosemary Courtney now leads the Friday Club. Rosemary says:
“We have been delighted in the support from past and present children and helpers over the last two days. The weather held for us and so the social event at The Sports Club went brilliantly! The evening was a fun event and the dancing seemed to be enjoyed by everyone, as the children got parent and friends involved. I would particularly like to thank all those who have put in many hours to make this weekend so special, especially my cousin Janet Jerrett, who’s mum May Bray was one of the original founders 40 year ago ”.
by Tortie Eveleigh, photo by Andy Hobbs
Many people say that dogs enrich their lives, but Brian Imeson’s two Labradors have transformed his life and given him an independence and self-confidence which, when he knew he was going blind, he thought he’d lost forever. Golden boy Enton (now 15 and retired) and boisterous young Yorkie are Brian’s guide dogs past and present. Owning a guide dog is a great privilege and an awesome responsibility, as Brian explained when Tortie visited him and his wife Tricia at their isolated cottage near Challacombe.
A huge amount of work goes into breeding, selecting and training a guide dog, so that by the time it’s ready to be placed with an owner it’s worth around £50,000. No wonder The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association gives every guide dog regular health checks and training assessments. “When I go out I have to carry a wallet with contact details in case of an accident,” Brian said. “For the dog’s vet, not for my doctor!”
Brian acquired Enton 13 years ago, following a rapid deterioration in his eyesight due to macular degeneration. Before they could go home, though, they had to go on a three-week training course together. “That was a turning point in Brian’s life,” Tricia said. “It gave him so much confidence! Our son said it was like getting his Dad back again.”
At the time, home was a hotel business in Ilfracombe and it was a great advantage for Brian to have Enton there to begin with. Towns are generally easier for blind people than the countryside, not least because there are people to ask for directions. Anyone who has become lost in the fog on Exmoor will have some idea how difficult it must be for Brian to go for country walks – one missed point of reference can throw him completely off course. Another potential problem is the ubiquitous muddy-lane-with-potholes. Guide dogs are trained to avoid puddles and potholes, so a walk up a country lane can become a challenge of epic proportions.
Brian’s glad he had dependable Enton first, and it helped enormously that he was partially sighted while learning how to work with and look after a guide dog. His next dog, a ‘dippy blonde’, ended up as a pet with her puppy walker after leading him into a ditch several times and (the act which sealed her fate) into a pond. So Brian was matched with another dog, a bouncy black Labrador called Yorkie who walks with a swagger and tries to bend the rules at every opportunity.
“If I’m out with Brian, Yorkie switches off and tries to get me to do his job for him,” Tricia told me. “He also likes to ‘help’ me in the garden; tomato picking’s his speciality. He’s much too clever, really.” “He even worked out how to get two dinners,” Brian added. “You see, I feed Yorkie first and then Enton. I used to be able to tell them apart because Enton makes a funny lip-smacking noise but Yorkie learnt to mimic him exactly so he got fed twice and poor Enton got nothing! I’m wise to that now.”
Yorkie and Enton behaved like relaxed family pets as we sat talking in the cosy sitting room. However, as soon as his harness is put on Yorkie changes into work mode – and only very occasionally forgets what that means…
His favourite thing is shopping, and he’s especially fond of the self-service fruit and veg displays in supermarkets. On one occasion he decided to help an assistant unpack a box of apples, and on another he helped himself to a Brussels sprout and carried it carefully all the way to the checkout! His least favourite thing is the bull from Brockenbarrow Farm. Guide dogs are trained to be brave about all sorts of scary situations, but unfortunately a close encounter with a bull isn’t one of them. As Brian and Yorkie walked back home from Friendship Cross one day, they stopped in a gateway to let some traffic pass and a bull snorted at them. Terrified, Yorkie fled home at breakneck speed, with Brian hanging on valiantly, straight through all the potholes and puddles in the lane.
Brian has led such an interesting life that he alone could be the subject of an article. For instance he worked for Granada television for many years and met The Beatles, Laurence Olivier and other celebrities. But now the A-list celebrities in his life are most definitely Enton and Yorkie. His love and respect for them is immeasurable, and they’re great ambassadors for the wonderful work of The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association.
by Trevor Beer, photo byAndy Stuthridge
But let’s hope not gone tomorrow. I love hares and collect ornamental ones and even have a taxidermied one in my den watching over me in its inimitable staring-eyed magical way.
Our West Country hare is the Brown hare, Lepus europaeus, and is of the order Lagomorphs and the family Leporidae, as are rabbits. Until 1912 they were wrongly classified as rodents. The Brown hare is tawny-brown on its back with white underparts and black-tipped ears. The top side of the tail is also black and a running hare holds its tail down to show the black. Its length is 24-28ins (60-70 cm) and the average weight is about 8-10lbs (4-4.7 kg). There are records of Brown hares weighing 15lbs. In Britain they are found up to an elevation of about 1,500ft (500m) and normally in farmland and open country. In my experience Brown hares often frequent broad-leaved woodland, particularly woodland edges adjoining favoured fields, possibly for shelter rather than feeding. Hares are not agricultural pests.
Brown hares were present in Britain 2,000 years ago as is proven by fossil evidence and it is likely they arrived here when we were still joined to Europe by land before sea levels rose. They are certainly magical and unusual creatures, usually secretive and seemingly timid but they can be bold and quite pugnacious and thus seem intelligent and daft at the same time. Rather like humans one might say!
Brown hares tend not to thrive in wet areas, preferring the drier parts of Britain as a rule. There may be three or four litters in a year but the mortality rate is high, especially in wet and cold springs and summers, and also due to predation. Young are born fully furred, weigh about 3.8 oz (110g) and are deposited singly about a field in depressions in grass known as forms. They reach adult weight in about 34 weeks. When very young they are fed by the female who visits each briefly at dusk. Hares may feed in daylight, especially in the spring, but are usually nocturnal. If disturbed by man they often crouch low to the ground, ears flat against the head and ‘disappear’ in that magical way hares have a reputation for. Whilst feeding the body is usually held low, the ears flat, and forward movement is often one slow step at a time.
The spectacular courtship displays of ‘boxing’, chasing and leaping are usual in ‘Mad March Hare’ time but do occur at other times of the year, not necessarily in March.
Brown hares are not difficult to keep in captivity. As a primary-school boy I had an orphaned hare which a farmer allowed me to keep in a closed barn with straw about and hay bales. It grew quickly and eventually would come to the barn door to meet me when I whistled on arrival home from school. Holidays, evenings and weekends were a joy for just over three years or so. A wonderful friend!
Current law places restrictions on the killing of hares on moorland and unenclosed (but not arable) land of over 25 acres twixt 1 April and 30 June in Scotland, and 1 April and 10 December in England and Wales. Hares cannot be offered for sale between March and July inclusive. You may not kill a hare on a Sunday or on Christmas Day.
by Sandy Francis
It was a cold, dark, late-winter evening on top of Exmoor. Mist would certainly have descended if only it weren’t blowing a Hooley. The ground would have been ice-hard under foot if only it hadn’t been pouring with rain all week and the silhouettes of bare, blackened trees might have looked mysterious, even magical if only one could look up and see them without being stung in the eyeballs by Jack Frost.
As I drove my little car to Exford a few freezing Fridays ago with my heater on full blast and my windscreen wipers barely managing to keep up with the lashing sleet, all I could think about was staying in, snuggling under the duvet and watching television. Driving up into the hills to a colder, damper, more miserable climate seemed completely insane.
As I turned into the ‘track by the church’ crossly muttering under my breath that this surely could not be right, I spied a welcoming light in the middle distance. The glimmer of hope brought me to a place where the narrow track widened into almost a clearing with a few parked cars and a random scattering of small people all headed in the same direction. This was right. I had reached my destination and the event was really happening, at night, in the rain, the dark and the cold. Exmoor Community Youth Club had not been cancelled due to lack of interest as the bah-humbug monster inside me had considered. In fact, it was buzzing with activity.
I was instantly impressed, first by the number of children who were there (about 24 and it had only just turned 6pm – more came later) and then by the number of adults with rolled-up sleeves, smiles and energy. I instantly felt like a wimp. These people were flying in the face of the January blues, not longing to hibernate but determinedly defying nature and making sure that the young people on Exmoor have something to do, even, or especially, on harsh weather evenings.
The hut was warm, bright, light and full of enthusiastic chattering and laughing. It is the renovated cricket pavilion, semi-abandoned and very run down until five years ago when Exford’s former rector Keith Powell opened it to the young people of the village. It needed a lot of work by a band of dedicated volunteers who transformed it into a cheerful, comfortable meeting place with a long community room, a quiet corner and a separate kitchen and crafts room. There is a veranda out front, an addition to the hut that I could imagine being quite lovely in the summer but also essential in rainier seasons as a place to discard welly boots and wet coats without getting soaked. Beyond the veranda is a huge flat field, perfect for sports, games, picnics, etc.
One of the club’s five trustees, Cathy Nicholls, greeted me at the door, made coffee and introduced chairman and original trustee Robin Ashburner who had shared the vision of Keith Powell and was able to enlist the help of business and community contacts to get the club off the ground. Last summer a new group of trustees changed the name from Exford Youth Club to Exmoor Community Youth Club, or ECYC, to make the club inclusive to all children in and around the moor.
We sat on the sofa in the quiet corner and chatted about society and young people, about the fact that most Exmoor villages don’t have a youth club, that ECYC is a charity that receives no subsidies, relying on donations, grants and fundraising to keep going.
Robin is passionate about the youth club. He quoted the African proverb ‘It takes a whole village to raise a child’ and instantly reminded me of the comfort I used to feel knowing that every person in Roadwater and Withycombe, where I raised my own children, knew them, looked out for them and told me if they were ever up to no good! It was helpful to have so many other eyes watching over my family.
A mouse suddenly appeared from behind a beanbag and a group of children enlisted Robin’s help to capture it, offering a timely interruption; I could have talked to Robin for hours but was keen to meet the rest of the team and their charges. The noise level increased somewhat as everyone became involved in activities. There were boys and girls across the 6-16 age range playing pool and table football, making clay models and fashioning things out of beads.
I talked to the older cohort, a group of 15-year-olds, Mark from Exford and his two friends George and Dan from Brompton Regis. Dan was helping at the club to fulfil the community part of the Duke of Edinburgh Silver award. He said he comes anyway because it’s something to do and he gets to see his friends. George and Mark gave similar reasons for attending. They all agreed that the club provides an opportunity to socialise and see everyone outside school. They described an exciting new project to renovate the derelict hut next door (the even older Exford cricket pavilion), providing extra space and the opportunity to add a music section to the youth club.
We went out into the weather to have a look at the progress, armed with torches and adult supervision in the shape of parent and helper Bernard Webber, a talented builder who organised and carried out the majority of the work on the new venture. Significant amounts of time and effort have been spent and the place is all but finished. Bernard, modest about his own efforts, told me that the current rector, David Weir, had spent six hours that day helping to lay a new roof and that the money had come after 13-year-old member Molly Davidson applied for a grant from the Youth Opportunity and Youth Capital Fund.
No amount of wheedling would get Bernard to reveal how hard he works for the club, but it was clear that he, and everyone else involved, make up a highly motivated bunch. Back inside, there were hot sausage rolls from the oven and the chance to talk to youth workers Laura Tasker and Alison Bagley who showed photographs of a sunny camping trip organised by the youth club last summer, and a flyer encouraging the club members to have a go at drystone walling. In addition to Summer Camp there are fireworks on Guy Fawkes night, participation in the Night Walk Challenge on the Quantocks (the club’s own Exmoor Hamster Team came first last year as regular readers of this magazine may have seen) and a long list of further activities including rounders, football, cricket, cycling, glass painting, papier mâché, painting, cookery, drumming workshops and barbecues.
Laura and Alison mentioned how the project would not run without parents who at that moment were helping with everything from washing up to supervising table tennis and keeping an eye on the crazy few who had spotted a gap in the rain and gone out to play football. I stood on the veranda for a while and watched them. The field was now lit up well enough to pick out the ball, the goal posts and the players were plastered in mud and laughing. In the background 13-year-old Sami was doing a good job of being the only teenage girl in the place and standing up to the boys.
Georgia from Wheddon Cross was busy finishing her ‘hangy thing’ that she had made from the bead box, while Chantelle from Exford proudly displayed her clay face and two dads had joined their children on the table football. I wanted to play too – and not just table football. I have never felt more boring than I did at that moment. Hibernate? What is wrong with me? These grown-ups were not moaning about the cold and the weather, they were all having a great time whilst doing something that could be more useful than any of us will ever actually know.
We hear sad stories, frequently, about disenfranchised teenagers, neglected children, the ASBO generation and so on. Exford and many other rural communities have their share of social difficulties. To change things, make things better for our young people, and subsequently for all of us, takes people who care; the pro-active who don’t want to hide away under the duvet when the going gets tough but get up instead and get on with it
Exmoor Community Youth Club receives no government funding. It relies on the generosity of clubs, organisations and individuals to keep it going. It wouldn’t exist without its dedicated parents including stalwarts Mike Winzer and Angie Bright or the board of trustees: Sue Hayes, Jenny Acland, Juliet Edwardson, Mike Warner and Cathy. Founders Robin and Keith remain ever enthusiastic and Bernard and David the rector work tirelessly behind the scenes.
Please support this brilliant service by joining the Facebook page and keeping abreast of forthcoming fundraising events. Alternatively, contact trustee Cathy Nicholls on 01643 851430 if you have any ideas or would like to help. I leave the last word to George who, like lots of young people, has a gift for telling it like it is: “The really good thing about coming here is that it turns a boring, rainy night into something good, keeps us out of trouble and gets everyone together and away from the telly.”
With the coming of spring a young countryman’s life can call for that toughest of all decisions: to wed or not to wed. Time could be running out with the pullet next door as the ‘winter ‘em, summer ‘em, and winter ‘em’ again swings into its third cycle. Furthermore Father, at present holding the farming reins, starts to rumble about retirement and hint that sparky young pullets turn into boilers that lose the motivation to drive in a six-inch nail with one almighty clout.
Thus formalities commence with buying the engagement ring, the first public declaration of a young couple’s commitment to one another, although one young farmer was heard to loudly complain: “That cost half a bullock,” and a farmer’s daughter glancing at the unfamiliar diamond on her finger sighed doubtfully: “On me finger today, up a pig’s backside tomorrow.” Well of course.
However well planned, certain events can precipitate weddings as with one bride who booked a reception for seventy-two, warning that if a little something went wrong it could be for seventy-three. Luckily all went according to plan on The Day with guest number seventy-three present but concealed under a voluminous dress (white) and a vast bouquet. Bridesmaids are usually made up from sisters and best friends although one bride was reported to declare petulantly, “If I can’t have my cats for bridesmaids I’m not having anybody.” It is not unusual for dogs and horses to be invited to their owners’ weddings and some years ago a cowboy in Texas carried it a stage further by announcing that he intended to marry his horse. This was not allowed as the horse was a gelding and at that time it was forbidden for persons of the same sex to marry.
In the line-up to the reception guests congratulate the happy couple and thank the parents for the invitations as they stand, smiling through gritted teeth, after remortgaging their home. One elderly gentleman accompanied by his wife told the newly-weds: “I only hope you’ll be as happy as we thought we’d be.” The brides look divine but are often embarrassed by Mother’s choice of outfit. “Mother,” screamed one after seeing her parent’s choice of hat, “I won’t let you wear a dead hen on your head.”
Some mothers, painfully shy on the Big Occasion, tend to slip quietly into church whilst others favour the grand entrance. One bride’s mother tackled the organist telling him: “When you see me arrive I want you to play Handel.” The bridegroom’s mother, not to be outdone, added, “and when you see me I want you to play ‘Moonlight and Roses’.”
“You’re sure, ladies,” queried the organist, “you don’t fancy ‘The Old Grey Mare’?”
At the reception little is expected of the bride other than to look radiant and demure, the highlight being the speeches. One proud father announced: “As you know our daughter is the only flower in our garden” only to hear a hissed “Pity the frost never had her” from the bridegroom’s brother. And a solicitor marrying a cage dancer he had picked up in a nightclub after a whirlwind romance was mortified when his best man raised his glass to toast “Congratulations to my old friend, Quentin, and his lovely bride, Peaches, and fingers crossed it’s third time lucky.” The lovely bride let out a shriek that could be heard three fields away. “Third time?” she screeched. “You told me you’d only married once. You’re a liar and a cheat and I’m bugging off outa here.” Which just goes to prove there’s a lot to be said for ‘wintering, summering, and wintering again…