Don’t forget to check out our The Way We Were page for a trip down memory lane. There is an exciting story of one of Village Hall Committee and a photo of one of Market Harborough’s “famous” sons who now lives in Wing.
Courtesy of Roger the Clock, we have a record in moving pictures of the 2015 Christmas Lunch. Hopefully the sound can be improved.
Tony, and others in the community near and far! have remarked on there being too much blather in the post on the Christmas Lunch. For those who like their meat gristle and all, here are the original shots taken on the day.
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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.
We think Sir may have had a hand in the Flypast (possibly the last) of the Vulcan.
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.
A warm welcome at Morcott. We were offered a selection of biscuits and even the facilities for a comfort break.
The run back to Wing was plain sailing once we got up the hill and past the Pilton turning. There was then no stopping John.
Apparently, 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.
John 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.
It 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.