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Retired radio fitter, RAF, Airwork and Vodafone. U/T School Caretaker till sacked for attacking youngster. Recently obtained a lathe and mill and spend time learning how to machine mostly metal. No interest in gardening or house work but good at eating. Most of the things I have attempted seem to explode in my hand, I still have all my fingers but only just.

The First Games Night


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The first games night was held at the Hall on Friday 27th evening.
There was a full complement of amusements laid out, Darts Pool and Bowls. The ladies had brought a cornucopia of eats and nibbles and a fair selection of drinks were also available.

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What was sorely lacking was participants. At enormous expense Doreen was tempted out on what was, admittedly, a wild night. But she gave us all a master class on Bowls and how it should be done. We all gathered round to learn the art. It will obviously take us tyros some time to get to her standard but it was interesting to watch her giving it her all.

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Your correspondent took on the O’Boyle lads for a game of Darts and not only got thrashed but managed to get a couple of darts into the wall. There may well be questions in the house about hooligans allowed to play. In future some protection will have to be arranged or the Hall is going to get damaged.
Robert King showed some of his miss spent youth by performing on the pool table, all he needed was a cigarette dangling from his lips and we would have had another master class.
Richard (keep death of the streets) Tulloch with his cough and Mary turned up as did a fair sprinkling of Wings good burghers. All that attended enjoyed themselves and the general consensus was that it was a good evening just needing a few more attendees.
Sarah O’Boyle did a good job in organising the evening but without a doubt more people are needed. There will be another games night when we hope more people will attend. Why don’t you come along next time? The more the merrier!

 

Seniors Christmas Lunch


Plucking from the jaws of defeat the village hall committee have been able to recover from the loss of not only Jeanette but Jan, until now organisers of the Christmas bean feast Lunch.

If you would like to come and can prove your are senior then please give your name to Mary Rogers on 737475 or Paul Brewer at Thursday Coffee morning.

At this time the date SUNDAY 13 DECEMBER

has been booked and the time will be lunch time.

Don’t be bashful, come and show your face and enjoy not only good company but some excellent food.

If you have the overpowering desire to help, contact Mary, servers are needed.

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.