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Winter 2020 www.burnhamu3a.com U3A is the premier movement for informal life-long learning




Burnham-on-Sea U3A (Charity No 1068271) Honorary President Ken Hindle Telephone 787831 or email: kenhindle<a>btinternet.com Web-site: www.burnhamu3a.com

Committee Chairman – Harriet Browne



Groups Coordinator

Brenda Dibley



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Website, Magazine Editor - Harriet Browne



Vice Chairman - Chris Owen V/Chairman, Mag Distrib’r & Gift Aid - Margaret Budden

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Member Key Roles Day Trips Organiser – Gerry Richards/Carole Ransome Theatre Organiser - Sue Poole & team Speaker Organiser - Kath Hoyland Forum - Ken Hindle NSAU3As Representatives Gary Locock/Paul Hambleton Welcome & New Members Liaison - Rachel Rowse & team Holidays Organisers- Lynn Mathews, Les Hughes


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Editorial Team: Harriet Browne Margaret Budden Kath Hoyland Lynn Mathews Marilyn Robinson

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The letter-box for Magazine articles and letters is situated in the entrance hall of the Community Centre but if possible please e-mail contributions to the editor at the address above. It saves so much time. Alternatively, any member of the editorial team will be happy to accept your contributions. Please remember that all correspondence intended for publication must bear the name and telephone number or address of the sender, although anonymity in the Magazine may be given if requested. It is the editorâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s decision. The editor reserves the right to amend, reject or abbreviate any entry submitted. It also is made clear that views expressed are not necessarily those of the organisation.

Insurance Members of Burnham on Sea U3A are reminded that the Third Age Trust (TAT) arranges Third Party Liability and Product Liability insurance on behalf of affiliated U3As. This is paid for within our annual capitation fee to TAT. It should be noted that there is no personal accident insurance included in this arrangement. Members of U3As join in U3A activities at their own risk and hereby are advised that, should they feel they wish to be covered for personal accidents or personal property, it is necessary for them to make their own private arrangements.


Coffee Morning Serving Rota

Coffee mornings are cancelled due to COVID-19 and the Governmentâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s ruling of not more than 6 assembled in one place


Welcome and New Members Liaison Rachel Rowse would like to make it clear she is still sending messages to all members who are ill. With grateful thanks to Heather Major for the lovely cards which she has made for us Please make all new members feel welcome, especially at the Coffee Mornings (when we can resume them) where it can be daunting walking into a room where everyone seems to know everyone. If you know of anybody who is ill, or who would appreciate a card, do please let us know. Thank you. Rachel Rowse Tel. 792618

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Message from the Editor

As I write this, we are into the second long lockdown of the year. This virus is not going away soon! This edition is called Winter. Hopefully, depending on all those members who are helping with the distribution, you will have got it sometime in December and the next one will be in 2021. On that point may I request articles from you, maybe about how your Christmas went? I hope you find something here for your enjoyment. Some articles and letters from members, a couple of stories, information as to the state of some Groups, and, of course, Veronicaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Crossword. Christmas is going to be quiet this year for me, and probably for you too. We are lucky with the current state of medicine that a vaccine will be possible next year. In the 1918 pandemic this couldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t exist for another decade and a half, and the disease continued for about three years. So let us look forward to 2021 when our U3A can be resurgent Harriet Browne


U3A Subscriptions If you haven’t already done so, we would really like you to pay your subscription now please. It is clear that we won’t be able to open the Coffee Morning Membership desk any time soon, but as explained last time, the funds are running down much faster than normal, because there is no income from Room Rents (the meeting £1s) but outgoings are much the same as ever. We will survive if members pay their dues, but only just. Our ‘rainy day’ Reserves are already very depleted. You can pay: • Online using a credit or debit card via PayPal. To do this, log on to the Members Portal from our website (it’s the big button labelled “CHECK YOUR CONTACT INFORMATION OR GET MORE DETAILS ABOUT GROUPS” ; or go there direct from this link). OR • By posting a cheque direct to Veronica: Mrs V Richardson, 5 Cowan Close, Burnham-on-Sea TA8 2TG For most members the subscription remains at £11.00, but if you are already a current full member of another U3A you might qualify for £3.50 off (what we call “Dual Membership”). Cheques should be payable to Burnham U3A. -oOo-

‘OAPs go crazy for new hearing aid’ This is just one of the ridiculous claims being made for hearing aids. Many of us in U3A use them and quite a few more probably need them. Many of us don’t realise what’s happening to us, but others do. Typically, and in my case, it was my wife. Routinely, I was having to ask her to speak louder and more clearly. At last we decided to go for the best, well nearly. I spent £2000 and the result was not good, and when one of them failed the company wanted another £300 to repair them. And, at their last sales pitch, they wanted another £4000 - and they might have asked for still more! It seems it’s pretty much standard practice for sellers to decry NHS products, but I thought it was worth a try. My experience has been excellent. The only disadvantage of NHS is that they are rather more visible. So much for vanity! Rod Winfield 9

Letter to the Editor, Thanks for the latest information from the Government, reduced to a reasonable amount to read. There seem to be a great many civil servants whose job it is to keep sending out reams of “info” in order to make us believe that they really know what they are doing - and worse, believe they are in control of the situation………..IF ONLY ! I did read the two articles ( well, skimmed really) about vitamin D. I now feel fairly cocky, as I have taken Cod-liver oil daily for years, but as a companion to Glucosamine. My muscles are remarkably agile for my years and I have always put this down to the tablets, It’s nice to think they have another use in the body too. Mind you, it probably means that the shelves will rapidly clear of said pills ! On the rare occasions when I have been to town I have been amazed at the few people who want to wear the masks. No wonder the Covid is still making advances. It does remind me of the time in the war , when we were all asked to sleep in the Anderson shelters. (This is suburban London) Our family trooped down for the first night. 18” hard bunk beds faced them. Dad came out the next morning and announced, ”I’m blowed if I am going to let Hitler rob me of my night’s sleep, I’ll be back in my own bed tonight. If my number's on it, so be it “ Mum and the rest agreed with him and I , at ten, was left happily “camping” on my own. People are so fed up with it that they are also saying “If I get it, I get it, bad luck !” Probably NOT the way to beat it, but understandable. Time to stop rambling on and get some tea. Thanks again for your valiant efforts to keep us all together and informed, Mary Olsen


Tree Carving The art of tree carving is nearly as ancient as European pre-historic cave paintings or buildings of stone monoliths, like Stonehenge, built by the Druids nearly 5000 years ago. And yet being wood, these carvings haven’t survived through the ages to tell us their own stories. The giant stone carvings on Easter Island are there because the people used every single tree to roll them into place and they have stood watch over their island for centuries. If the locals had turned to tree carving instead of tree felling there would be nothing left for us to admire now. Sadly, we have no examples of our European ancestors’ tree carvings to admire. However, to see a wonderful example of modern-day tree carving do visit St Katharine’s Church in Felton (off the A38, just after Bristol Airport roundabout). On your right you’ll see a lane lined by aged beech trees leading up to the Church and onto Felton Common. Standing at the entrance to the lane is a striking statue of an angel looking skywards. It was carved from a dying beech tree by Gloucestershire artist Ant Beetlestone in 2010.I believe primitive artwork does tell us stories, it’s just that we can’t always interpret what’s in front of us. A bit like an alien landing on earth in the year 3000 and picking up the remains of an empty coke can and wondering what its purpose was. Could it be an abandoned religious icon or the remains of a burntout spaceship? 11

A wonderful example of wood carvings are the native north American totem poles. I was lucky enough to see a few during a holiday many years ago in British Columbia where they have been preserved for posterity (and tourists!) The totem pole was seen as a symbol of survival and resistance to cultural and territorial invading forces. Traditionally the bottom figure of the pole was the most important. This would have been carved by the senior cutter, as it is the most visible, and had the most intricate detail. On top of this would be carvings of eagles, bears, beaver or wolves as well as other symbols identifying a tribe. There are so many beautiful trees. It’s difficult to choose a favourite – some only to be admired on a computer screen as they’re too far away or their location is protected to ensure nobody carves graffiti on it. Apparently, the Brazilian Cherry is the strongest tree in the world – so no good for carving out a design, I guess. The Madagascan Baobab is 100 ft tall and 35 ft wide, too much of an effort to get stuck into that one! Same goes for the Giant American Sequoia, of which the General Sherman in California is the largest known living tree on earth and estimated to be 2,400-2,800 years old. I guess you’d be lynched for cutting a piece out of that one. The woody remains of the oldest known tree is a well-kept secret – for obvious reasons. It’s in the USA and called the Methuselah tree and is c.5000 years old. Many, many years ago my father used to carve models of sailing ships out of balsa wood. Ideal for this hobby as it is so light to work with and easy to paint. At the other end of the scale, oak is one of the strongest woods, ideal for furniture makers and, allegedly, ideal as a hiding place for a King escaping Commonwealth soldiers. There are over 100 trees in the New Forest marked with graffiti (also known as ‘arborglyph’). A few still have arrow shapes on them earmarking them as suitable trees for Royal Navy shipbuilding. These remaining examples obviously escaped that fate as iron slowly took over from wood. Some also have ‘witches’ marks carved into the bark – thought to ward off evil spirits. More recently it’s more mundane messages: the obvious hearts with arrows going through and lovers’ initials – a record of somebody’s story etched into a defenceless tree forever. Finally, on our doorstep here on the coast, there’s always driftwood to be found on the beach and even that tells a story about its travels in the ocean and how it’s been battered into its final shape by the motion of the waves and whatever else it’s smashed into on its travels to its final somebody will always take it home for decoration. Carved by nature, not man. Chris Noble 12




1. On fire 4. Tool 8. Lacking in quantity 10 Unlawful activities 11. Well known cinema 12. Move in water 14. Be unsuccessful 15. Buttonhole flower 17. Emergency vehicle 20. Charts 21. Catch sight of 22. Striped quartz stone 24. Fasten; join 25. Painful experience 26. Poems 27. Punctuation marks

1. Nearly 2. Sloping typeface 3. Courageous man 5. Musical instrument 6. Old Far East boat 7. Finally 9. Scottish capital 10. Lowest female voice 13. Injures; harms 14. Royal Air ----16. Damage 17. Lack of enthusiasm 18, Respect 19. Goes by bike 22. Dull pain 23. Therefore

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Views of Apex Park

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Driving home for Christmas 2019 , (snow lasted 10 minutes!) Š Les Hughes 15

An English Rose Oh to have had a rose named after one! But that only happens once you’ve become famous I guess. Apparently, it’s possible to have a planet named after you as well, but that seems a less attractive option to my mind because they’re so far away, unreachable and cold …… whereas a rose is accessible and a pleasure to look at. Today the red rose has become an emblem of romantic love to the point of cliché, while we still see the white rose, along with the lily, as a symbol of innocence, grace and purity. Yet, coiled within the lovely, scented petals of this adored flower are centuries of fascinating meaning. For, even in our cynical 21st century, roses continue to delight our senses whenever we come across them – in poetry, art, song, or twined around a trellis in the garden. An English rose is a description associated with English culture. It could be applied to a naturally attractive girl with a traditionally fair complexion who happens to be English, with pale rosy cheeks and hair that hasn’t seen the inside of a hair dye bottle. I guess being well-spoken and ladylike also helps. I’m thinking a young Princess Diana here. New-born babies are not always the loveliest of things (apart from to their adoring parents) but Olivia Rose Noble seemed a most apt name for our beautiful baby girl. With my Spanish ancestry, Olivia was the perfect bilingual name for both nationalities to pronounce and yet I also wanted an English name that would be special to this country. Now there aren’t many girls’ names that you can place after Olivia – what with all those vowels. In fact, from memory, after perusing long lists of baby names – Tara, Misty, Whitney and Chelsea seemed to be popular in 1983 - there was only May or Rose. Olivia May ??? Olivia Rose?? ? Olivia Rose it was. There were so many times during her childhood, as she bloomed with health and energy, when I knew she’d grown into her name although she was only called the full ‘Olivia Rose !!’ when she naughty. Within the family she was – and still is – Libby. No idea why, because that’s a pet name for Elizabeth. Then during her early angst- ridden teenage years I began to see the inner beauty associated with her name …. because she was a truly beautiful person inside. And then all of a sudden she became a stunning looking grown up woman with children of her own. To this day I will never understand how I managed to produce this lovely English Rose. Chris Noble


2036 26th March Dear Diary, Who would have thought that myself and my team mates would be playing football in our 80's and 90's. Back in 2022 the unforeseen side effect of the Covid- 19 vaccine of reducing, and in many cases reversing the aging process, means that it is indeed the case. (Letâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s hope a vaccine is soon found for the Covid-26 virus that is making our lives such a challenge at present). Two goals from Joe Toehill and a fine penalty save by Ken Hindle means that Burnham U3A progress to the semi-final of The Somerset Cup with a two nil victory at Clevedon. Driving home I select 'cold beer' on the refreshments console and a chilled can appears. I take a large swig, lean back and wonder how I used to cope with all the levers, pedals and mirrors on the old veteran cars. Driverless cars are certainly more relaxing despite progress being slow due to the vast volume of traffic now on the roads. The car crosses all 8 lanes as it prepares to exit the M5 relief road when the in car entertainment/information system activates. The big news is that a new Pope has been elected. The bulletin informs me that Pope Bridgett III is to become the first black, lesbian Pope. The bulletin goes on to remind me to ensure that I tune in to tonight's General Election debate. Failure to comply will result in all soaps (Eastenders, Westenders, Southenders, Coronation Street, Sceptre Gardens and Crown Avenue) being blocked for a whole month. Unthinkable. (Note to self. No Northenders. A gap in the market perhaps?). Ever since 2028, when Vladimir Putin kindly offered to protect The United Kingdom from Chinese aggression by absorbing it into the Russian Empire (or as we used to call it, Europe), the only broadcaster permitted is The BBC. The Bolshevik Broadcasting Corporation. I am not quite sure what benefit will be had from watching tonight's Election debate as the only politician taking part is extreme left wing candidate Laura Kuenssberg. Rumour has it that a junior employee at The BBC was caught sending invites to the leaders of other political parties. Depending on which rumour you believe he was either sent to the salt mines in Siberia or sent to work in a MacDonalds somewhere in the North of England. Either way a terrible outcome for the poor chap. I mean, just imagine. The North of England. Ugh! My car parks itself in its allotted bay, BOS772493D, I get out and stagger towards my apartment. The stagger is caused by an injury picked 17

up on the football field today not by the beer. No, really. I press my thumb against the pad and line my eye to the iris recognition lens. The front door swings open to reveal my wife. Curlers in her hair, arms folded and a stern look etched on her face. 'And what time do you call this' she bellowed. Ah, some things never change. Steve Calderon

Group News Holidays. Lynn Mathews and the rest of the team have decided this is too difficult for them to manage under the current circumstances.. All outstanding moneys have been dealt with. If someone would like to take this on once the Covid-19 is under control, please let the Committee know. Lynn will give any help needed. La Table Franรงaise has resumed meetings at the Dunstan House (meeting outside), and Robert will be back in charge at the end of August. In the meantime check first with Geoff@burnhamU3A.com (787003) Yoga , It is with much regret that I have to cancel the yoga classes. Robert's chemo begins shortly and we will have to self-isolate for 6 months. I can't tell you how sad this makes me but obviously his health comes first. Hopefully you will continue to practice and I will be back to teach again next year. Laraine Bridges Painting for Pleasure Jane Lee has attempted to keep this running, but the constraints and restrictions have made this too difficult. This Group will be stopped again for now More Additions to Group restarts Table Tennis 1 (BAY Centre, Weds PM) Contact John 787200 or Martin 783012 Brush Strokes Contact Sue 792021 French 3 (Temporary contact Geoff@burnhamu3a.com) French 4 (Contact Robert 641853) Please see the website for changes to these, that is up-to-date in these fast changing days, unlike the Magazine


A Welsh Welcome The train was slowing with that snaky meandering that accompanies the approach of a large station. The clickety-clack became more of ta-tum, ta-tum. Sian had already gathered her bags up, put on her jacket and checked to see she had left nothing behind. She was glad it was a fine day but not too hot, she hated carrying an umbrella. Up or down it was a damn nuisance. Once it had been rained on, you were then obliged to carry it , dripping on your shoes and the carpets in shops. She had checked her face in her handbag mirror having hastily reapplied lipstick at the last station. She joined the line of people all impatient to get off this train. Being a Saturday the train had been crowded and she was lucky to have had a seat all the way from Weston Super Mare. She wondered what all these people were doing here. Shopping probably, most of them or perhaps visiting friends, dining out or booked in to a theatre. Some might have just come to see the magnificent castle A mob of young women passed down the platform dressed as the Pink Ladies from Grease, a hen party starting early. She half envied their carefree attitude, though individually they must have problems, dramas, arguments like everyone. There must be other people here going through this sort of feeling she thought as she stepped from the stuffiness of the train to deeply breathe cool fresh air. The Pink Ladies had started singing songs from the film now, giggling and shrieking so much that lots of people were looking and laughing too. Others were giving them disapproving glances. There was what felt like a butterfly farm in her stomach, she had crumpled her ticket so tightly in her nervous hands, had to straighten it out to push it through the barrier. Moving along almost carried like a seed on the wind, in the midst of the crowd she exited Cardiff Central Station. There’s something warm and welcoming about the city, it exudes an optimism and charm that other cities do not have. Sian’s mood lifted as she weaved through the crowded streets. Someone was playing a popular tune on a saxophone.” Take 5,”that was the title - she could remember her dad playing it Her heart was racing loudly as she was heading for the huge department store, House of Fraser. It was in a beautiful old building with some of the original fixtures. Sian hadn’t been in there for years, not since she was a child going to see Santa Claus within a prettily lit grotto, fairies and elves were all around and a lovely present handed to her on the way. Thinking about her mum , a fresh wave of missing her, rose up and engulfed her. It was tough on her own, especially as she had broken up with Mike just before her mum passed away. She knew he thought that coping with all of that had influenced her decision, but she no longer felt 19

how she should about him, had felt better being free and not to always be considering the other person. He had stopped ringing her at last, well in the last two weeks anyway. It would not have been fair to him to drag things out. A lot had happened in the last six weeks. She had found a new job and was starting there in a few days’ time as medical secretary. Then the phone call came that she had been both dreading and hoping for. The call that had altered the whole perspective of her life. It felt as if she had been floating on a cloud some days, but on others, she felt like a cat who had climbed too far up a tree with a barking dog below. This was the first the time she had been to Wales since her mum had died. The accent was melodic to her ears and a comforting sound. Mum had left there as a teenager, but even at the end still spoke with that lovely lilt in her voice. Sian drifted from one department to another. She looked at beautiful china in the homeware, fabulous cocktail dresses in ladies wear. She sprayed expensive scent on her wrist, her mother’s favourite “Daisy” by Marc Jacobs, and the memory evoked by the perfume was pleasant. It would stay with her the whole day. With a bit of time to spare before her meeting, Sian found the café in the store and sat down with a pot of tea in front of her. A young mum at the next table was breast feeding her baby and trying to look after two other small children, who were sharing a child version of an i-pad and trying not to argue. They were probably on best behaviour on promise of something new. Everywhere in the café, little plays or monologues were unfolding to Sian, according to the people seated at the tables. Or in the self -service queue. Wonder if anyone has been inventing my own story, she thought. They would never guess what was happening . If she were writing her own story, Sian would be relying on imagination from today onward. Only in Disney films could you expect the perfect ending. Nervousness was making a trip to the ladies a must, but ripping a hole in her navy blue, carefully chosen opaque tights with a newly gelled sky blue fingernail had not been a part of her plan. Too pushed for time after far too much day dreaming and over thinking, the only option was take off the holey hosiery realising that her coat met the tops of her knee length favourite boots. Resolved the situation easily. Now she was really late. and began to hurry, half walking and running towards the bench near the castle where they had agreed to meet. He wasn’t there but she sat anyway, too fraught to people watch. Not turning up was not a scene she had envisaged. Not liking each other. Having nothing to say. She had considered those possibilities, replaying every night. Her left hand that wore her mother’s rings was shaking slightly as she took a white envelope from her bag, looked again at his note and more 20

importantly the photograph. As her phone buzzed she jumped and grabbed it from her bag. It was only a text from Maria her flatmate. It simply said “What’s he like?” It had come on to rain the grey slanting, cold precipitation she had always associated with her trips to Wales. She was suddenly aware of a covering over her head. She looked up into the kind, honest face of her older halfbrother Ivor, She had only recently known of his existence and then found out he wanted to meet. “Sian, I know you from your photo love. Oh. Look at you! My gorgeous sister. Come on girl, take my arm and I’ll shelter us. Her eyes brimmed with hot tears. Mam’s eyes she has, Ivor was thinking – remembering the photograph Sian had sent. Proper too, in a frame and by post and all the bubble wrap. He had just been a tiny baby when his mother had complied with everyone’s wishes except her own. He had left the searching too late, but now his sister was here and a feeling of peace came with that knowledge. Suddenly he put the umbrella down, leant it on the bench. “Don’t I get a cwtch then we’re family you and I,” he opened out his arms and they held close for a couple of minutes. His smell was damp duffel coat and Paco Rabane after shave, it would stay with her. “ It’ll be alright mum,” were the words in her mind now. And it was. Kim Lewis


------------------------------------------------------------------------Crossword Answers: Across: 1. Alight, 4. Chisel 8.Meagre 10. Crimes 11. Odeon 12. Swim, 14. Fail 15. Carnation, 17. Ambulance, 20. Maps 21. Espy, 22. Agate, 24. Attach, 25. Ordeal 26. Rhymes , 27. Commas. Down: 1. Almost, 2. Italic, 3. Hero, 5. Horn, 6. Sampan, 7. Lastly, 9. Edinburgh, 10. Contralto 13. Maims, 14. Force, 16. Impair, 17. Apathy, 18. Esteem, 19. Cycles, 22. Ache, 23. Ergo



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French 3 Dancing at the Ritz Patchwork 1 End of Pier Show Somerset Villages 2 Yoga Astronomy

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Baptist Church Hall CC Ritz Club CC CC

every 4th

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Monday Ukulele Luncheon 2 Poetry Scrabble 1 Scrabble 2 Rummikub Classical Music 1 Classical Music 2

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Wednesday Painting for Pleasure Patchwork 2 Walking Canasta Play Reading Table Tennis 1 Gilbert & Sullivan Card Making Classical Music 3 Supper Club French - Beginners Tuneless Choir


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Spanish Lace Making Walking French 2 Embroidery Keep Fit Luncheon Club Barn Dancing Book 2 Supper Club 2

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2 – 4 pm 10 am – 12 noon am 10 – 11 am 10 am -12noon 11 – 12 am pm 2 – 4 pm 2 pm 6:30 pm

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Methodist Ch Hall Private address various

Friday Active Living Brush Strokes French 4 Exercise to Music Creative Writing Book 1 Table Tennis 3 Needlework Philosophy Group Classical Music 4 Opera Appreciation

Bay Centre CC Private address

Saturday Beg’s T Tennis Table Tennis 5 Easy Strollers 2 Strollers 1

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Baptist Ch Hall

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Apex Park various

Sunday Classical Music 5 Opera 6

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Janet Hill Harriet Browne David Napper Anne Morris Pat Reid Heather Major Terrance Lever Roy West Ken Henton Rod Winfield Margaret Pickard Margaret Pickard Margaret Pickard Brenda Dibley Kim Lewis Gerry Richards Heather Major Marilyn Nicholls David Napper Colette Winfield Margaret Pickard Robert Bridges Gary Locock Robert Bridges Des Jones Lynn Mathews & Les Hughes Rosemary Lane Irene Angood Mary O’Rourke Frank Parker Maria Tucker Valerie Groombridge


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Rosalie Dilkes Jane Lee

Table Tennis 3 Table Tennis 4 Table Tennis 5

Jean Matthews Carol Marriott Carol Marriott

Beginners/Refresher Table Tennis Group.

Theatre Tuneless Choir Ukulele Brush Strokes

Margaret Budden Hillary Nicholls Rosalie Dilkes Roger Miller Joyce Beard Kath Hoyland Anne Hall Chris Lessey Liz Claydon Chris Noble Margaret Budden Christine and Allen Owen Marie Tucker John Robinson 787200 and Martin Davies

Peter Manning Sue Poole Chris Noble Pam Cowley Sue Meads


Jean Fincken and Christine Preston 780488

Welcome Group Yoga

Rachel Rowse Laraine Bridges



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