Mendham & Withersdale
Two English villages on the river Waveney on the Norfolk/Suffolk border
One parish, two villages... bringing the community closer together
The youth club has been running in the new hall at Withersdale for over 5 years, since the hall opened in 2010. Prior to that, the club ran in the old hall for over 35 years! It has been a resounding success and still attracts as many as 35 children on a Friday evening, with the children making use of the great facilities including the MUGA. As some of the children grow up and move on, inevitably we then lose some of our organisers and helpers. In order to secure the future of the club, more help is needed.
If you would like to be part of the team, please contact Tracey on 01379 852969 for more details. You will need a DBS check and lots of enthusiasm and a sense of fun.
The fourth annual ‘Parish v Pub’ cricket match took place on Sunday 26th July at the playing field in Withersdale.
Each year the local public house “The Sir Alfred Munnings” in Mendham takes on the locals of the parish in a fun, friendly cricket match organised by the village hall committee. The teams were made up of farmers, health professionals, a teacher, a publican, a carpenter, school boys, accountants, managers and directors. A spokesman for the committee said, “This is a great event which really brings everyone together from the parish. It is supposed to be a fun event, but really it’s quite a competitive affair”.
Despite the dreadful weather forecast, the two teams turned up eager to play. It was decided to play just 10 overs each team. The pub team were first in bat. Unbelievably, Bryn Eden, first to bat and a star player from last years battle, was bowled out with the first ball delivered by farmer Gary Kent! The pub managed just 17 runs from 10 overs. With the weather turning progressively worse, the parish team were up next. Ralph Tompkins showed some surprising talent and managed the only four of the game. By now it was really tipping it down, so once the parish had secured 18 runs, they retired with 2 overs to go, beating the pub team by just 1 run.
The match was followed by a delicious cricket tea for all competitors and spectators, during which the trophy was presented and the summer draw took place. This draw raised almost £800.00, which is to be split between the Village Hall and Mendham and Withersdale Community Council.
Mendham and Withersdale hosted another successful MendHAM and WithersdALE Festival on Sunday 12th July 2015, during which seven Suffolk village teams took part in an Inter-village rounders competition.
Stradbroke, Fressingfield x 2, Mendham and Withersdale, Laxfield, FOMSA (Friends of Mendham School Association) and Metfield all entered teams. The event was umpired by Ben Jackson from Suffolk Sports assisted by his wife and two boys. Games were played all afternoon in fine weather but rain stopped play for about half an hour. Eventually the final was played; a closely fought game between Stadbroke and Mendham, with Mendham claiming back the cup this year.
Local village committees all once again all played their part in making this a great occasion. The Community Council provided the pulled pork rolls and hot dogs, bar and raffle, the Women’s Institute – afternoon teas and cake, the Film Club – ice creams, the Village Hall – Steve’s bucket and limited edition, Over 60’s – a dice game, the Churches – games and face painting, FOMSA – traditional sweet stall and games, Horticultural Committee - plants. Stewart Orr provided the commentary.
Kathy Ferrar, the Community Council chairman said, “The day has, once again, been a great success. There was a lovely atmosphere again this year with friends and families taking part in this fun sporting activity. A huge thanks to everyone who helped and took part. It just gets bigger and better each year. Congratulations must go the young couple from up north, on a cycling holiday, who called in for lunch at the event. They had a go at ‘Steve’s Bucket’ and ended up winning £76.00! They had left a mobile number in case they won. When they received the call, they had cycled as far as Fressingfield and had to cycle all the way back to collect their winnings!”
Don't forget that Mendham parish will be holding the 4th annual ‘PUB v PARISH’ cricket match on Sunday 26th July at the playing field. The fun starts at 3pm.
L>R: Team Mendham parish, Stradbroke (runners-up), Ralph (Mendham team captain) receiving the cup from Ben Jackson, Team FOMSA, Charlie the dog (Mendham’s mascot)
We are pleased to confirm that we have the following teams (colours to be confirmed on the day):
Memdham and Withersdale Brown
Fressingfield PPP Pink?
Weybread, Starston and Hoxne will not be putting teams in this year.
Please try to arrive by 11:30am ready for a briefing by Ben @ 11:40am. Each team should nominate a captain and an umpire to help when their team is not playing. A running order will be available on the day. Any queries tel: 01379 852969, 07765 085778 or 07799 116732
Ralph and Tracey
The following road areas will be closed:
C501 Withersdale Road, Mendham – From the junction with The Street to Dennys Hill
C501 Dennys Hill, Mendham
C501 Sconch Beck Road, Mendham
C501 Target Hill, Mendham
There will be carriageway repairs undertaken and those areas will be closed from 6-10th July 2015.
A Jumble Sale will be held at the Mendham and Withersdale Village Hall on Saturday 27th June 2015, starting at 2pm through to 4pm. It is organised by the Over 60's. If you want to join in then best to contact Dot Caley on 01379 588254. Refreshments will be available.
The Annual Companion Dog Show takes place this Sunday 17th May at the Mendham and Withersdale Playing Field and Village Hall. This latest big bale creation is in residence on the field proudly promoting the event. This big dog was created by Nicky Cawcutt of 'Pawfect Sense' dog grooming salon, Mendham (07769 650636).
Registration takes place from 10am with classes starting from 11am. Entry forms can be downloaded here or are available on the day. There will be hot dogs and burgers available, also filled rolls, cakes and drinks. This promises to be another great show. Don't miss it!
Pictures now in the gallery (right). Click on 'Events | 2015 | Dog show'.
No real embarrassing ones this year... shame.
... write what you know.'
"I have just heard that one of my new poems was long-listed for a prize in a national competition run by the premier poetry journal Rialto in combination with the RSPB. In a field of several thousands, that's not too bad. In fact, I'm quite chuffed!"
The making of Thrushfall
The challenge for this big new competition was to write a poem about Nature. Right up my street you might think; but where to start? There is one rule that always holds good. Write what you know.
So I tracked back all the way to my early teenage years, when there were three passions in my life. The sea, birds, and fishing. On the Suffolk coast, where we lived, all of these three came together in autumn and early winter. Sea fishing at its best, and long days on the beach or on the piers also gave opportunities for watching birds, especially migrating birds coming in from Europe.
The poem describes one such weekend. Listening for the weather forecast. Hearing migrating birds arriving from Scandinavia, calling as they flew above a thick fog. My father joining me later, finding me with our special whistle, the cry of a curlew.
In certain weather conditions, many hundreds, perhaps thousands of migrating birds arrive on land together. That is known as a “Fall” of birds. Thrushfall was born.
At midnight we had Humber, Thames,
North-easterly two to three, becoming light,
Variable by dawn. I’d go then.
On the beach, only a grey light in the murk,
Leaving white hoar along the marram blades.
So heavy the fog, so thick, my lines
Had gone before they reached the sea.
Ice splintered from the top ring as I reeled in,
With only the distant foghorn to keep me company.
And now, over the noise of pebbly swash,
Soft calls of land birds overhead.
Redwings were coming in, hour after hour.
They flew, unseen, somewhere above the fog.
Fishing was slow. I estimated birds,
Knowing the little groups in which they travelled.
They numbered thousands.
A curlew cried, muffled, still haunting, wild.
No bird, just our secret call.
I whistled, ‘Courlui, Courlui’
A rippling secondary phrase replied, and soon,
Scrunching across the pebble bank,
My father, old mac, old cap, old rods akimbo.
‘Anything?’ ‘A few dabs’
‘Clearer a field or two inland. Hundreds of birds’
‘Redwings!’ ‘And some fieldfares’
On we fished. At lowest ebb of tide
And day, I walked the shoreline.
Found no amber, only a few feathery
Soaking bundles in the retreating waves.
The wintering, wandering Viking birds had come,
Leaving their own small sacrifice to the sea.