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Shoreham-by-Sea and District, West Sussex, England

     13 July 2000 : Volume 2  Issue 24

Local News

15 July 2000


The River Adur hosts one of the most important events in Shoreham- by-Sea and Sussex when about a hundred cast iron bath tubs race from Bramber to New Shoreham in the annual race. Often mentioned in the press as a wacky race, it is far superior to raft-races because the craft based on cast iron baths (it takes more men to lift them and a crane is provided at Adur Recreation Ground, where the race finishes, to lift them out of the river) have to be constructed to precise rules (craft that exceed the dimensions are disqualified). There are no rules on the method of human-powered propulsion and pedal machines can sometimes nearly compete with rowers. 

Although the race is slightly less popular than its heyday in the early 1980s, the banks of the river will be lined on both sides several deep with spectators for the 4 miles in a football match sized crowd. One of the best vantage points is the Toll Bridge, but WSCC have still not repaired the bridge, which is obstructed by the temporary barriers. 

1999 Race Details

31 July 1999

The Hills team crewed by the Martin (Tony & Jon) Brothers won in a time of 1 hour 10 mins, about a minute ahead of the RNLI tub crewed by Jim Partridge and Peter Huxtable, who had won for the previous 9 years.
The race took place in a 29° C heatwave, with a southerly breeze, and was started by Sally Gunnell.

Please send any comments to: Andy Horton

  • Wildlife Reports

    4 July 2000
    The late afternoon saw a brief thunderstorm and downpour, but hardly enough to wet the land. However, in other parts of Sussex an unprecedented 70 mm of rain fell in 24 hours. In Shoreham only 58 mm of rain fell. 

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    Words of the Week

    phenology  | fnldi |  n. L19. [f. PHEN(OMENON + -OLOGY.] The field of study that deals with cyclic and seasonal natural phenomena, esp. in relation to climate and plant and animal life.phenologic a. M20. phenological a. L19. 

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    Computer Tips

    Although it has rather limited usefulness, the following site BLUE SQUIRREL has the Webwhacker program (It is meant to download whole web sites) and other programs of dubious usefulness available for downloading on a trial basis. 

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  • Poem of the Week

    Sussex  1902

    God gave all men all earth to love,
      But, since our hearts are small
    Ordained for each one spot should prove
      Beloved over all;
    That, as He watched Creation's birth,
      So we, in godlike mood,
    May of our love create our earth
      And see that it is good.

    So one shall Baltic pines content,
     As one some Surrey glade,
    Or one the palm-grove's droned lament
      Before Levuka's Trade.
    Each to his choice, and I rejoice
      The lot has fallen to me
    In a fair ground-in a fair ground --
      Yea, Sussex by the sea!

    No tender-hearted garden crowns,
      No bosonied woods adorn
    Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs,
      But gnarled and writhen thorn --
    Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim,
      And, through the gaps revealed,
    Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim,
      Blue goodness of the Weald.

    Clean of officious fence or hedge,
      Half-wild and wholly tame,
    The wise turf cloaks the white cliff-edge
      As when the Romans came.
    What sign of those that fought and died
      At shift of sword and sword?
    The barrow and the camp abide,
      The sunlight and the sward.

    Here leaps ashore the full Sou'west
      All heavy-winged with brine,
    Here lies above the folded crest
      The Channel's leaden line,
    And here the sea-fogs lap and cling,
      And here, each warning each,
    The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring
      Along the hidden beach.

    We have no waters to delight
      Our broad and brookless vales --
    Only the dewpond on the height
      Unfed, that never fails --
    Whereby no tattered herbage tells
      Which way the season flies --
    Only our close-bit thyme that smells
      Like dawn in Paradise.

    Here through the strong and shadeless days
      The tinkling silence thrills;
    Or little, lost, Down churches praise
      The Lord who made the hills:
    But here the Old Gods guard their round,
      And, in her secret heart,
    The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found
      Dreams, as she dwells, apart.

    Though all the rest were all my share,
      With equal soul I'd see
    Her nine-and-thirty sisters fair,
      Yet none more fair than she.
    Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed,
      And I will choose instead
    Such lands as lie 'twixt Rake and Rye,
      Black Down and Beachy Head.

    I will go out against the sun
      Where the rolled scarp retires,
    And the Long Man of Wilmington
      Looks naked toward the shires;
    And east till doubling Rother crawls
      To find the fickle tide,
    By dry and sea-forgotten walls,
      Our ports of stranded pride.

    I will go north about the shaws
      And the deep ghylls that breed
    Huge oaks and old, the which we hold
      No more than Sussex weed;
    Or south where windy Piddinghoe's
      Begilded dolphin veers,
    And red beside wide-banked Ouse
      Lie down our Sussex steers.

    So to the land our hearts we give
      Til the sure magic strike,
    And Memory, Use, and Love make live
      Us and our fields alike --
    That deeper than our speech and thought,
      Beyond our reason's sway,
    Clay of the pit whence we were wrought
      Yearns to its fellow-clay.

    God gives all men all earth to love,
      But, since man's heart is smal,
    Ordains for each one spot shal prove
      Beloved over all.
    Each to his choice, and I rejoice
      The lot has fallen to me
    In a fair ground-in a fair ground --
      Yea, Sussex by the sea!

    Rudyard Kipling

    Poem supplied by Ray Hamblett 

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