In 2007 Mahidur (Mohid to customers and friends) Rahman invited us to share the warmth of his charm and his fine Bengali dishes. His staff, all young men from Bangladesh, always greeted us with broad smiles and stories of their homeland. What a disaster it was when fire consumed the roof. The damage is substantial and we would welcome some news from Mr. Rahman about the possibility of Joshan’s reopening? Meanwhile a few pictures to remind us of better times!
By the way, those of us that have to wander the streets of Wye late in the evening surely miss the sight of Mohid on one of his several phones?
To anyone who is still watching Wyeweb I would like to apologize for the lack of any new posts. Many years ago the then parish clerk who had her own ideas about web internet communications and did not like being thwarted accused those of us who wished for an independent web presence of running a blog. I am still not sure that she understood the differences among websites, but wyeweb continued for the greater part of ten years to be a local webpaper or webazine or something other than a daily diary of somebody’s personal experiences. It depended very much on either contributions or news items that interested the village. Today that has changed.
Oh there are still things that affect the lives of residents, though the demographics of the village have changed beyond recognition. No longer can we speak of a “Oxbridge in a Village’ and the local pubs are now either tourist stop-overs or chic wine-bars and, although the countryside is still very pleasant for the occasional weekend stroll with the baby it no longer gives Wye it’s special place in agricultural activity. No there are issues aplenty for the people of Wye. However, the issues that bound the people into a community have been relegated to the background. Perhaps, the highly individualized society has come to Wye and so we have, at best, a number of small groups with their own identities. The Wye Art Association, the Wye Historical Society, the various congregations – each serving its own self-serving objectives. For my part I have always been interested in my professional calling and I find increasing satisfaction in a greater community of scientists of like mind.
I had hoped to try and restore some of the historical content of Wyeweb but looks increasingly difficult and, assuredly, a labour of love worthy of the greater community. I will continue to try and restore some of the historical pages as long as I feel that the site serves a purpose but it may, in the end, turn out to be more of a blog than we originally intended.
We were, indeed, fortunate to be able to applaud the performance of Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Pirates of Penzance” as publicized on our website because of our inveterate Thespian, Jack Woodford. Jack, as we all remember from his time as a borough councilor is never afraid to step into the limelight. So, true to form, Jack joined the band of pirates and the pursuing policemen (not forgetting the aunts and the fair maidens) in what can only be described as a very impressive performance by the Deal Savoyards in The Astor Theatre Deal.
Without fear of contradiction we can say that WyeWeb has been supportive of agriculture and the farmers who tend their cattle and till the soil. But, from time to time we have voiced criticism and today is such an occasion. We are fortunate to have examples of all kinds of farming practice – large scale industrial farming, conservative organic farming, specialist growers of flowers, fruit and vegetables. But farmers should be on their guard of falling prey to practice that would generally attract not only their own anger but the community at large.
In the accompanying image, fortunately not accompanied by the awful acrid, chemical smell, we see pollution of the worst kind perpetrated in set-aside. Is it possible to remedy the damage done? We do not know, perhaps the area of contamination is small, perhaps the sub-soil has been irretrievably damaged, perhaps insects and birds have already had their breeding cycle destroyed, at least for this year. Whoever carelessly did this damage should immediately rectify it.
The other day, crossing Wye Bridge, I saw a father and son fishing. The boy had that bright inquiring look so familiar to those who live along Olanteigh Road and, between casts, I heard him ask his father the following questions.
“Dad, what is it that makes that kayak float?”
Dad replied, “Good question, son, but I really don’t know.”
A few minutes later came the second question. “Dad, how is it possible for fish to breathe under water?”
Dad answered, “I don’t know the answer to that question.”
A short time later the boy asked, “Dad, why is the sky blue?”
Dad answered, “I don’t know, son.”
Then the boy commented “Dad, I hope you don’t mind me asking all those questions.”
The Dad, looked seriously at his son and said, “Not at all, son. If you don’t ask questions, how on earth are you going to learn anything.”