My Mum thinks I should enter our garden in the Dawlish in Bloom 2014 gardening competition – well, I must admit it does look pretty. I’ll take some photo’s for you when the sun comes out again, if the sun comes out (it is still so chilly and wintry here). Instead of procrastinating, I went along to the Manor House, our council offices, to pick up an application form. I was delighted to find that the form takes up one half of the centre pages of our Spring Newsletter of Dawlish Town Council. The glossy, eight page production is called “The Town Crier” – what a lovely name!

On the inside page of “The Town Crier” our mayor has written a piece entitled “My Mayoral Year”. There is a photo’ of the mayor and his wife; he has a kind face and smile. He must be a modest man because I had to search the whole booklet for his name, which was right at the back, on the last page. Councillor Terry Lowther (my spell-check wanted to call him Loather!), our Mayor, comes across as a very nice, down-to-earth gentleman; after a brief summation of the high-lights of his year thus far he wrote of “a sobering moment”….

In our mayor’s words:

One of our grandsons – a six year old – asked me about this Mayor business. He said “How do you get to be Mayor, Gramps? Is it sort of in the family (no doubt looking to his future) or do they just give it to some random old person?” That certainly put me in my place!

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Unfortunately, the “Chairwoman’s Address” featured in last year’s Dawlish Carnival Programme did not paint such a happy picture. The scanned article is below.