Viva Lewes Issue #143 August 2018
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COLUMN<br />
<strong>Lewes</strong> Out Loud<br />
Plenty more Henty<br />
Our illustration this month shows the brightly<br />
coloured dust jacket for the 1936 edition of Chums<br />
Annual for Boys. I bought it locally, over ten years<br />
ago, from Bow Windows Bookshop in the High<br />
Street. The hefty volume is full of thrilling adventure<br />
stories like Red Falcon – The Pirate Hunter<br />
and Sheba – The Magnificent by a certain Captain<br />
Oswald Dallas.<br />
Vividly illustrated in black and white, with four<br />
coloured plates, the 400-page publication promised<br />
‘innumerable articles and pictures on adventure<br />
and sport’, all for a modest eight shillings and<br />
sixpence. Four years later, of course, many of the<br />
schoolboys who would avidly read these tales<br />
of swashbuckling heroism would themselves be<br />
involved in real life and death dramas in the early<br />
stages of the Second World War.<br />
For me, 1936 was the year my adventures began<br />
for, let’s face it, life itself is an adventure into the<br />
unknown and only the final phase is predictable<br />
for all of us. As a schoolboy, for example, my first<br />
trip abroad was to Holland just after the war. For a<br />
fifteen year old, that was an adventure.<br />
Sailing from Harwich into ‘the unknown’ – well<br />
Zandvoort actually – a different language, food and<br />
girls, one of whom, Inie, became my pen pal for<br />
several years. Remember pen friends?<br />
National Service was a two-year adventure in the<br />
mid-1950s when, for a good part of the time, I<br />
defended the people of Leighton Buzzard from<br />
nuclear annihilation with my Olivetti typewriter.<br />
Emigrating to the West Coast of America in 1960<br />
was exciting enough and the journey across from<br />
New York in a Greyhound bus pre-Palin and<br />
Portillo was almost life enhancing.<br />
Inevitably, on retirement to laid-back <strong>Lewes</strong>,<br />
things have quietened down somewhat and what<br />
counts as an adventure these days is trying to get to<br />
St Leonards by train without incident. “Trespassers<br />
on the line at Collington” most recently. Back to<br />
Eastbourne everyone!<br />
Or how about boarding a number 124 bus at the<br />
bus station, as my wife and I did early one Saturday<br />
morning in June, for a magical mystery tour through<br />
the joys of East Sussex? An adventure because we<br />
soon discovered that Vernon, our driver, (we were<br />
alone apart from one gentleman who was reading a<br />
newspaper) had recently moved down to the south<br />
coast from South London and was driving the picturesque<br />
route to Eastbourne, through Glynde, Polegate<br />
and Pevensey for the first time, with passengers.<br />
“Makes a change from Lewisham” he chuckled, “Bus<br />
replacement tomorrow at Three Bridges!”<br />
One or two brief encounters to end with. I enjoyed<br />
a decent scoop of locally produced ice cream from<br />
‘Ez Tutty’ on the High Street, served by Sam, who<br />
agreed that the ice cream parlour should surely offer<br />
a ‘Tutti-Frutti’ speciality. And in Eastport Lane,<br />
I checked out the well-being of a woman who was<br />
crouched at the foot of the flint wall to Grange<br />
Gardens. Chirpy local resident Ali reassured me<br />
that she was only sowing wild poppy seeds. Silly<br />
me! John Henty<br />
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