General Chat

You could go to Climping and admire the windmill. It used to have a domed top, until my mum felt cold and built the fire up a bit too much! :-(

The family lived there before I was born, so it wasn't for my benefit.
I think they were re-located to a house Worthing, where mum could do less damage, and I was born :-D

Where is the windmill at Climping?

I believe, on the edge of the golf course.
Drove past it a few years ago with my sister.

Just googled:
The mill body was reduced in height to its present 2 stories around 1954 by Whades (Sussex) Ltd

Probably nearer 1955/56 aided by my mum!!

Another site says:
In 1962 the mill was found to be infested with death-watch beetle and the top was dismantled.

Naa!!

Another site:
The windmill was vandalised by having the sweeps, cap and a large part of the tower removed.

Hmmmmm...... looks up at the ceiling and whistles....

There appear to have been more than one windmill in Climping/Clymping!

Do you know, I didn't even know that was there!

Much more cost effective to explore your surroundings :-D

....and I'm a furriner to Sussex - even though I was born there!!

This was how I started looking up at things. There are many wonky windows in Winchester. There's a building (St John's Charity) at the bottom end of town with 1833 in yellow bricks in the red brick (side) wall. Look along and 1833 is on the top of the downpipe. Look further along the street, at St John's House, the windows on the upper storey are all trop d'oeil, including a paint pot! Bit scruffy and in need of tarting up now, but magnificent 20 years ago. :-D

I did take particular interest in the statue of Queen Ann on the market hall(?).

I had been in Kingston where there is one on their market hall and I had stopped to look at it, wondering who it was. A woman next to me was also looking at it and I asked her if she knew who it was. She told me it was Queen Victoria.

I did mention to her that it didn't look like Queen Victoria to me because the hair was not right and it just didn't look like her but the woman insisted it was Queen Victoria and marched off looking important.

She was quite secure in her own knowledge (I think she knew because she had an Aga or something) and I don't look as if know if it is marmalade or Tuesday.

Anyway, I went inside and read the plaque explaining that it was Queen Ann and why she was up there.

Of course, if we ever see a statue now, a bloke on a horse, Eros, Queen Victoria, the dirty little sod in Brussels, one of us will always say in a very authoritative voice "It's Queen Victoria!"

:-D :-D :-D :-D Don't you just love people like that?

My children and I were at a game show. This woman barges through us, to a bloke (I presume her husband) shrieking in a very cut-glass voice:

'Don't forget the fotes, dahling!'

We, being polite, tried not to snigger too loudly, but I'm afraid she may still have been in earshot when we exploded with laughter and ended rolling on the ground.

That's what we still, over 20 years later, shriek at each other.

A few years back, friend and I were leaving a point to point. There was quite a queue.
This lad decided to 'cut in'. Unfortunately for him, but much to our delight, there was a straw bale in his way. He thought he could 'nudge' it out of the way by driving full pelt at it. He ended up on top of the thing.
The bloke in a tractor, who was driving past, refused to help him. He had to sit there in his car perched precariously on a hay bale, while the queue of cars he'd tried to 'beat' to the entrance greeted him in various ways :-D

:-D :-D :-D