The Jarrold Lion

Life at Jarrolds

 

DESTINATION UNKNOWN

AFTER A LOT of hard work and fun we were rewarded with a glorious sunny day on Sunday, 26 May, for our first all-day rally of the Car Club which was organized by the women.

The first car departed at 10am followed by others at intervals of a minute to the unknown destination.

The drive out started from Palace Plain, continued to Newmarket Road and then on into the lovely Norfolk countryside, with the route divided into two parts, the first part ending at a country public house, where we stopped for a drink and lunch on the green in the sun.

Outside the Bedingfield Arms, Oxburgh.  
Well into foreign parts – the party at Oxburgh, outside the Bedingfield Arms.  

Having refreshed ourselves, we were issued with instructions for the second part of our journey, which took us past an airfield with a lovely view of planes and missiles, past the royal home to the unknown destination, which turned out to be Wells.

After arriving at Wells and having had a rest following the long drive, beach cricket was started by one or two members in order to get everybody together. Then all those who wished to join in the fun were divided into two teams and a game of rounders was played, which brought fun and laughter to everybody.

Those who didn’t play relaxed on the beach for a restful afternoon, apart, of course, from those who had to keep an eye on the children! One member, who shall be nameless, fell asleep under a tree!

At tea-time we left the beach for the car park to enjoy a small barbecue, where onions and sausages were being fried, rolls were buttered, hot peas and, of course, there was the old bottle of beer!

Most people, having had their fill, left to go home at their own time, but some went early for the sake of the children. The last cars left at approximately 6.45–7 p.m.

There was one misfortune on the way home, the chain of a motorcycle broke, but fortunately help was at hand, so after a successful day all round the rally came to an end with everyone a bit tired perhaps, but happy.


This extract comes from a 1963 Jarrold Magazine.

 

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