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‘Where there is harmony, may we bring discord. Where there is truth, may we bring error. Where there is faith, may we bring doubt. And where there is hope, may we bring despair’
In certain parts of Over Wyre, the humble spud is worshipped as a Deity, and torch lit processions are held on the evening of "Stinging Nettle Day"each year, whereby locals - usually in family groups - parade in home-crafted potato costumes made of paper mache, brandishing over-sized mashers as fertility symbols.
Very popular in Scronky and Eagland Hill apparently...
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Over Wyre Culture on 14:17 - Sep 18 with 588 views
‘Where there is harmony, may we bring discord. Where there is truth, may we bring error. Where there is faith, may we bring doubt. And where there is hope, may we bring despair’
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Over Wyre Culture on 19:20 - Sep 18 with 567 views
Look forward to the `Cloggers`, spell. Morris dancing is the new grime.
Factoid:
At different times I have done work at the houses of Billington and Mayman (B & M).
Billington was building a massive housein an exclusive area of Cleveleys.
Mayman was a lovely old fella who told me how they struggled when they started as they had next to no money and how they hit on the lines that got them going.
His son was a couple of years older than me at school and something of a weirdo (and not in a good way), as I vaguely recall...
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Over Wyre Culture on 19:03 - Sep 27 with 543 views
Used to play golf at Knott End Golf Course with two pals then go to the cafe for lunch sometimes.
The bikers congregate there every Wednesday en masse.
When I was young I used to get the ferry from Fleetwood to Knott End with my posse, and go fishing and occasionally camping in there. When I got older we used to drive and play cards and drink over there. My first girlfriend was from Knott End!
In summer we sometimes walk with the dogs from our house to Knott End along the edge of the marshes (a couple of miles), through the golf course and up to the cafe. And don`t really go on a road at all...
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Over Wyre Culture on 19:24 - Sep 27 with 531 views
We went to a proper village `hop`. We were like gangsters to the locals (being rough boys from Fleetwood) and the local girls were immediately interested in us.
Mine was a private school girl (Elmslie in Blackpool) who looked like Purdey out of the `Avengers` - the haircut was fashionable for a while.
She was out of my league, and I think the` roughness` aspect soon wore thin.
Held a torch for her for ages!
Hey ho...
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Over Wyre Culture on 19:32 - Sep 27 with 529 views
Where was "grab a granny night"? Sands? Spud should know.
‘Where there is harmony, may we bring discord. Where there is truth, may we bring error. Where there is faith, may we bring doubt. And where there is hope, may we bring despair’
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Over Wyre Culture on 23:06 - Oct 11 with 492 views
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