The Old Methodist ( formerly Wesleyan) Chapel


The Old Methodist ( formerly Wesleyan) Chapel, Middle Street, Wing. If anyone has any information about, memories of, or old photos of the Chapel which they would be happy to share I should be very grateful. As the new owners of the Chapel we are interested in learning all we can about its history and previous appearance, inside and out, and any detail would be helpful. I can be contacted at Chapel Cottage, 16 Middle Street; on 01572 737689; or by e mailing me at wingchapelsw@gmx.co.uk

Ride and Stride Wing Style


Ride and Stride Wing Style

The first time that the Ride and Stride event had mobilty scooters entered was 2015 when Cynthia Harris, John Oakley and Paul Brewer stuck their names forward. A novel experience for all of them, the least worried being Cynthia and the most Paul. John was just happy to be out in the fresh air and in the middle of the road.

Here are a few photos of the Ride.

Vulcan Fly pastWe think Sir may have had a hand in the Flypast (possibly the last) of the Vulcan.

Wing Womblers Pilton 1

We forgot the camera till we got to Pilton where this shot was taken. Cynthia was all for going ahead as John’s trundle was so slow.

But we made it.

Wing Womblers Morcott 2

A warm welcome at Morcott. We were offered a selection of biscuits and even the facilities for a comfort break.

Wing Womblers Last Lap 2The run back to Wing was plain sailing once we got up the hill and past the Pilton turning. There was then no stopping John.

Wing Womblers Last Lap 3Apparently, after his Spitfire period, John was deeply into rallying and you can see from the expression on his face this care free run is bringing back old memories.

Wing Womblers Last Lap 4John is working on the aerodynamics of his trundle and body profile. A one piece Glass or Carbon fibre fish shape is on the drawing board at the moment.

In the mean time he is concentrating on occupying the centre of the carriageway.

Wing Womblers Wing Church 6It was with some relief that Wing church hove into sight and Peter’s cheery little face made a pleasant end to a few hours struggle with the vagaries of our electrical carriages and the English weather.

The Gruel pot was apparently lost on the way round.