The Norfolk and Norwich Christian community website Come and help at North Norfolk Christian centre The Pleasaunce Holiday Centre in Overstrand is holding a work-party morning on Saturday June 12 and would like as many people as possible to join in to help get the gardens ship-shape. The
Christian Endeavour Holiday Centre, The Pleasaunce, is situated close to the beach in
Overstrand, two miles south-east of Cromer. It is a Grade II listed mansion, designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens for Lord and Lady Battersea. The main house stands in 6 acres of walled grounds containing a chapel, cloisters, sunken and rose gardens and a clock tower. The grounds extend to the cliffs overlooking Overstrand’s sandy beach. Accommodating up to 80 guests, the Centre is an ideal destination for holidaymakers, conference groups, weekend/mid-week breaks, school parties and retreats.
Veterans and supporters in Belfast
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SIR – Amid the anger over the collapse of charges against ex-soldiers, please remember Staff Sergeant Malcolm Banks, Royal Engineers, acting as infantry.
In 1972, reacting to a blast bomb incident near the Short Strand, east Belfast, he rapidly arrived on the scene with his men, two minutes before the IRA ceasefire was to begin at midnight. He was killed: shot in the back.
No follow-up by his men, sent to protect the public, could therefore take place, so they carried his body into the hall where he and they were stationed – in St James’s church – and laid him down. Like them and the church, he was a Catholic.
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As the nineteenth century neared its end, so too did the greatest British life of all. Queen Victoria celebrated her Diamond Jubilee in June 1897, just after her seventy-eighth birthday. Few could recall Britain before Victoria, so epic had been her reign. She had emerged from her deep unpopularity of the 1870s and early 1880s to become the sentimental incarnation not just of the British nineteenth century, when it had finally achieved greatness as the world’s leading power, but of the whole British past.
A great pageant was set for June 22, when the Queen would make a progress to St. Paul’s Cathedral. A committee chaired by the Prince of Wales and including Regy Brett, the future Lord Esher whose instinct for the pompous was as fine as his organizational skills had been planning the event in meticulous detail since March. Brett was charged with arranging an opera gala (which the Queen would not attend); for her carriage to stop on the procession so a child could be prese
I suppose this story is my plea to the world: Don’t let this happen. To anyone. Anywhere. Anytime
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were homeless people on my walk home from school. A drunk man, thin, with a red shirt. A man who I’d see on my way to the local library. He had a full white beard and a carefully reinforced cardboard box to sleep in. The red-shirt man was scary and I’d say Tehillim as I walked past. The white-haired man was sweet but sad.
And I’d wonder: If I were homeless, where would I find shelter? What’s it like to have no home? What’s it like to be displaced in spirit, pushed this way and that, never quite knowing who you are or to whom you belong?