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Post by frankiegth on Aug 5, 2006 21:51:41 GMT
Just been on holiday to Wells-next-the-sea, and they have a very tidy set-up nice clubhouse and good pitch with barrier all around. No "hard standing" but floodlights. The ground is not fenced off and matches could easily be viewed without paying (if indeed there is a charge).
Do any of you knowledgeable lot know owt about 'em and the level at which they play? The club certainly get involved with the community holding events during the carnival week.
Seems odd having floodlights which are quite a ground upgrade whilst having no "privacy" to the ground!!!!!
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Post by Giggy of Telford on Aug 5, 2006 22:00:52 GMT
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davetscfc
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Post by davetscfc on Aug 6, 2006 0:22:05 GMT
The only Wells I've heard of is Wells in Somerset, smallest City in England (or one of), as it has a cathedral, but I gues you're on about somewhere else?
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Post by frankiegth on Aug 6, 2006 10:18:31 GMT
Thanks for that Giggy. It,s as I thought about the same level as Linby colliery welfare whoonce got to the first round proper of the FA Cup but now play in the Notts something or other league which feeds into the central mids league (step 7). Davetscfc it's Wells-next-the-sea in Norfolk. Nice part of the country with lots of tiny villages all along the coast. For you "real ale" buffs the place is swilling in the stuff  |
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Post by ambersalamander on Aug 6, 2006 19:28:06 GMT
oooooh...beer! |
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Post by frankiegth on Aug 6, 2006 21:18:57 GMT
Honestly Amber, never been a "real ale" buff myself but after a week of drinking all kinds of various concoctions I'm getting the taste for it. Not that my pallate is delecate enough to give it the
"Ooooh! I can taste the malt and barley and a whiff of cow s**t 'taters. It either tastes nice or it don't. But there are so many beers on offer it's like a permanent beer festival. There is even a real ale shop which is exactly what it says on the sign.
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Post by ambersalamander on Aug 6, 2006 21:33:18 GMT
address and telephone number please ;D
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Post by J Esaj PRA on Aug 7, 2006 11:34:09 GMT
Ooooh! I can taste the malt and barley If you can't taste malt and hops, you're probably drinking a pint of water!  It either tastes nice or it don't. That rule holds true no matter what you're drinking.  Norfolk is know for several award-winning real ale shops that specialise in their local beers. Can't say I know much about the area though, as I've never really had an excuse to go there. The closest I've ever been is probably King's Lynn and I caught a boat from Harwich (to Esbjerg) from the next county down the coast, but that's really my limit. Stumbled on a great beer shop in Wimbledon on Sunday - superb range of British and World beers at reasonable prices. The bloke running it claims to have been there for years, but even though I've made countless trips to the Sultan it's the first time I've ever noticed it. |
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Post by frankiegth on Aug 7, 2006 11:46:55 GMT
The point I was trying to make (not very clearly,obviously) is I don't "wax lyrical" about the taste of a drink. The beer is either palletable or not. As I said my pallate is not the most decerning in the world.
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Post by malxscfc on Aug 7, 2006 14:26:53 GMT
Since you spent a while there, I'm amazed that that's the only odd thing you noticed about that part of the world! ;D It's a wacky little corner enclave of this Island Nation, with few parallels on any other planet. The place seems permanently festooned with ducks - and I mean the quacking type, not Aylesbury fans! The locals don't actually TRUST you as a foreigner, yet are very friendly and hospitable at the same time...  Some of the beaches up there are fantastic, and seemingly endless and deserted. They also afford the odd glimpse of seals and dolphins and other such animals not usuall on display from the M25. You spend more than 5 minutes on those sand dunes, and you want to rush out and buy a job-lot of large dogs to set loose on the sandy hills around you. It just seems so right... One of my favourite corners of planet earth, though not a place to live alone, I suspect. A winter staring the North Sea straight in the face must drain the soul somewhat.... |
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Post by medibot on Aug 7, 2006 23:38:18 GMT
A winter having your house slowly fall into the sea is actually an official sport in that part of the world now...  Come to East Anglia, the coastal erosion capital of the world... Have to say, though i have now been to that part of the country i only met people from Norwich, Sussex, Hampshire and Stafford while i was there cos the Korfball tournament was in the middle of nowhere. Place called Easton. |
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