My second visit to Weston this year!
I see the prom is nearly finished, although I’m not convinced by the new wall between it and the road. It’s lost that famous “open” feel and, try as they might, the new wall doesn’t match the old wall, even with
Just been on the “Road of Doom” between Weston and Dunster with its grim warnings of double-figure casualties preceding virtually every bend, junction and roundabout.
Not to mention the umpteen speed cameras cunningly hidden away and at least one mobile
I picked up a 1958 map of Weston in a York charity shop yesterday. (Curiously, they had several copies!) And doesn’t Weston look smaller…
In those pre Dr Beeching days you could catch a train from Yatton to Clevedon and, the other way, to Winscombe,
And the holiday product of the year for the 50-somethings navigating husbands across France in the car goes to… these incredible Stick-on Bifocal Magnifying Lenses I discovered by chance at a well known optician’s website.
I can’t stop raving about them!
Shock, horror! Graduates can’t get jobs. So 20-somethings are sitting on their backsides with nothing to do. Sorry, but graduate unemployment is nothing new.
Back in 1980 I most definitely wasn’t sitting on my backside doing nothing. I’d just graduated
What were you doing in the long, hot summer of 1976? For me, it was my last summer in Weston. Or rather the last summer while my grandparents were still living there. And, as you may recall, I spent every summer of the first 18 years of my life with my
I once met a man who used to work for my Dad. In his hay day Dad was Mains Drainage CEO in Leeds City Council and this guy used to quake with fear at Dad’s approach, hiding under the desk until he had passed through the office.
Ex-boys boarding school
It all started when Chris Evans took over from Terry on the Radio 2 Breakfast Show… I was catapulted out of my ‘comfort zone’. I’d got used to the dulcet tones of Terry gently waking me up every morning and now I was being stamped on, beaten and shaken
I don’t know what it’s like in Weston, but here in Yorkshire we’ve been invaded by swarms of greenfly.
They’re swarming around everywhere in their billions, getting in your hair, up your nose, in your mouth, in your eyes, on your sunglasses, on your
Weighing up the cost of petrol and the hassle driving 225 miles and back over a bank holiday, I decided to take the train to Weston the other weekend.
Good decision? Not sure, really. It was quicker, but far from cheap (£90 return) or comfortable.
As a kid I loved to build roads and cityscapes on Weston’s beach – and now it seems dozens of contractors are doing the same. Only this time they’re doing it on the Marine Lake/Winter Gardens section of the promenade, around Regent Street and on the Grand
According to Shelter, North Somerset Council isn’t providing enough affordable housing. Now I’m no town planner or housing expert, but what I do know is that no housing seems to be affordable these days. Or ever will be.
Not unless you live in a Pythonesque
In the 1950s, 60s and 70s in Weston there was nothing my Granny liked to do more than hold a tea party – and, boy, did she love to bake!
She and her Weston friends would swap recipes and Granny wrote down her favourites in an exercise book, not unlike
“And her café latte drinking flatmate’s insisting on a dishwasher; she even wants to hire a cleaner!” exclaims Nicky, talking about her student daughter’s houseshare in Bristol.
Now I don’t know about you, but when I was a student you were lucky if you
I see my pet hate, Pay-and-Display parking, has reared its ugly head again, this time with North Somerset Council planning to force Weston motorists to pay for parking until 10pm at night.
The reward? A laughing-all-the-way-to-the-bank £2million in profit!