Archive for the ‘Local pride’ Category
It is a truth universally acknowledged that any article or letter which dares to question the merits of a town or its people will quickly provoke a fierce rebuke from affronted natives in the local paper’s letters page.
In this case, timewarped and tiny north-eastern fishing village and depressing Sunday afternoon family outing hotspot of my youth, Staithes, bites back. And excitingly, it bites back in the form of a letter from Winifred Craig, who writes under a name designed for a 243 year-old while inexplicably claiming to be just 76.
An extra interesting fact about Staithes before you move on: the demented locals pronounce it as ‘Steers’. So there.
Whitby Gazette, 16 March 2011 (letter):
The people of Staithes DO care
I read with horror and consternation the article of 15 March headed ‘I drive by when I see village sign Staithes’.
It was then when I came to the paragraph – ‘you should resign yourself to the fact that Staithes does not care whether you visit or not’ – I became outraged.
How dare he. As an original of Staithes of some 76 years and having lived and travelled worldwide I have seen some horrendous sights and smells, he makes Staithes seem like the aftermath of Tsunami.
The people of Staithes do care. We have a very dedicated council employee who does a magnificent job of cleaning the village and if anything above his job is brought to his attention he will do his utmost to resolve it. But the writer puts the cap fairly and squarely on the right head when he mentions Scarborough Borough Council. They do not seem to care about these little villages and concentrate money, time and effort on Scarborough, as he duly notes.
And as for the polluted beach and water, this is because of the groin being in the wrong place and the cutting off of the tidal flow from the north and south sides of the piers, which has never been rectified. Please don’t blame the locals, blame bureaucracy and the indifference of the council who should care, but don’t.
This isn’t the first time a wrongly-placed groin will have cut off something’s flow. Right lads?
Oh, and by the way, my husband has a blue badge and as we live at the top of the bank and as he cannot walk more than a few feet after suffering a stroke, finds it impossible to visit our old home on the seafront, and know why, it’s because since the council laid the new cobblestones it shakes him up so much it makes him ill.
So writer, if you have any clout at all, get in touch with Scarborough Borough Council and justify your remarks. You never know, you may succeed where others have failed.
Winifred Craig, Cliff Road, Staithes
Surely these cobblestones are in contravention of disability legislation? If Staithes shakes up people in wheelchairs to the point of illness, then the original article probably made a fair recommendation about driving by drive by the village sign.
What’s in a (road) name? If you live in the Canvey area of Castle Point, Essex, then it’s a nightmare of controversy and confusion.
Hats off for the “come on ref!” gesture in this photo.
Castle Point Advertiser, 18 November 2010 (story):
AN UNNAMED road with three different identities has caused controversy between a school governor and council bosses.
John Pharro, of Orrmo Road, Canvey, asked Castle Point Council to rename the former borough tip access lane – known locally as ‘Tip Road’ – because the site is now part of Canvey Heights Country Park.
The council carried out a consultation into the renaming without success and added to the confusion by stating the stretch was also called ‘Newlands Marsh Access Road’ and ‘Creek Road’.
The grandfather said: “I am passionate about the area and Tip Road does not sound pleasing, so I suggested renaming the road after a dignitary. This backfired on me because the council told me the road had a name but were unsure what it was actually called, so I asked them to find out and put a sign up.
“I did not expect after almost two years that such a simple request would turn into a nightmare.”
In the words of media personality Danny Dyer: PROPER NIGHTMARE.
Poor old John Pharro of Orrmo Road; he’s already got an inordinate number of double-Rs to contend with in his life, and now this.
Lovely informative fact at the end of the article:
• The road once featured on television programme 999 when ambulance crews were lost and did not know what road they were down.
Which just goes to show.
Thanks to Roddy Campbell.
Irrefutable proof that a local newspaper headline about the littering habits of late-night drunks can have an instant effect on the area’s property markets:
Thanks to Gordon Skillen for taking this recent photo of a billboard for the Bournemouth Daily Echo. Anyone looking to capitalise on falling house prices should probably start looking in Bournemouth now.