Saturday 24 February 2018

Shock and sadness: village mourns a tragic passing

St Stephen’s Church in Ambridge will be open 24 hours a day this week for people who wish to pray or to share memories of Nic Grundy, 37, who died suddenly of sepsis last Friday.
To reflect the depth of feeling in the village, where Mrs Grundy was (mostly) a much-loved figure, we are giving over our front page to a guest tribute from the Revd Alan Franks.
Our exclusive photos of Jennifer Aldridge and Pat Archer in the sauna at Grey Gables, which we felt compelled to publish after the Borchester Echo’s so-called ‘Champagne Gate’ scoop, have been held over to next week.

The Revd Alan Franks writes: ‘Nic touched all our lives’


On my desk as I write I have a Lenten candle, decorated in purple ribbons by Nic Grundy. For those who don’t attend church as often as I’d like (you know who you are – sorry, only joking!) the Lenten candle ritual is like the Advent crown, only in reverse. Instead of lighting a candle each Sunday as Christmas approaches, you start by lighting all seven candles and extinguish one each week as Good Friday draws near.
When Nic left us last Friday, five candles were still lit. But with her sudden passing, it is as if a light that shone on us all has been snuffed out, leaving us in shadow.
Who does not have a fond memory of Nic? For myself, I owe her a huge debt of gratitude for her work with the Sunday schools in my four parishes. Children loved her, and I can’t think how we’ll manage without her. (In fact, if you are interested in helping out, do please drop me a line at the vicarage ASAP).
Last Christmas, Nic organised the Nativity play at St Stephen’s and we joked that she had the talent to direct the Ambridge pantomime. But with typical modesty, Nic said I was much better at it (she was right, as usual). Nic was a natural people person, and I have no doubt that, in time, she would have been a valued volunteer working with the homeless at The Elms, subject to the usual DBS checks of course.
Nic was one of those people who just gets on with things. She could be so quiet, you’d almost forget she was there. Then suddenly she would pop up, full of spirit – and that was certainly true in the past few months. Readers may have seen Nic serving drinks in The Bull; reassuring a nervous Toby Fairbrother about fatherhood; celebrating Will’s birthday at Acapulco Rocks in Felpersham (how Nic loved a burrito!) or assisting Fallon Rogers at the Darrington Vintage Fair.
But wherever Nic was, you knew she was busy being a wonderful mum to Jake, Mia and little Poppy, a loving stepmum to George and a loyal and devoted wife to William. My thoughts and prayers are with them all, and the whole Grundy family.
When someone passes away so quickly, there is always the possibility of regrets, of unfinished business, of things that were said, or not said.
There may be people reading this who wish they hadn’t sacked Nic from her job at The Bull, or told her off for serving a soft drink to a drunk customer, or provoked her to a stand-up row over pork scratchings, or accused her of leaking the secrets of the Mr & Mrs Quiz to the tea room, or refused to let Will have the day off so he and Nic could enjoy a family day out.
We may regret now that we didn’t take time to tell Nic we loved her (not in any inappropriate way, of course) and that we were too busy to take her dancing (again, not me, of course).
And it may be that for some, the manner of Nic’s death stirs up painful memories. It is surely a cruel coincidence that her infected cut was caused by handling junk that had been damaged in the flood – a disaster that is still spreading misery and heartbreak through Ambridge, and has claimed another victim.
But now, as then, we will come together in grief, and in strength, for Nic’s family and for our wider community.
Rest assured, St Stephen’s is here for anyone who wishes to voice difficult feelings and find a listening, non-judgmental ear. Appointments are available every second Wednesday, between the ‘Ham and Hymns for Him’ men’s brunch and Tea and Taizé at The Laurels. 

Other news in brief


• Brian Aldridge, beleaguered chairman of Borchester Land, survived an attempt to oust him at an emergency board meeting this week after securing the support of Justin Elliott. Mr Aldridge later denied being drunk at a meeting with potential clients at Grey Gables. ‘You mustn’t believe what my mother-in-law Peggy says,’ said Mr Aldridge. ‘She’s just cross because I said I’d prefer it if she kept her pussy in a separate room.’

• Bridge Farm is holding a competition to name two new goats that Pat Archer is buying to provide milk for the company’s kefir drinks. ‘We’d like their names to  reflect health and an aspirational lifestyle,’ said Susan Carter, who has been appointed manager of the new product range. ‘I like Gwynnie and Goop, but apparently that might lead to copyright problems.’ First prize in the competition is a wellbeing workshop on gut health at Bridge Farm plus the opportunity to help Helen Archer salt the whey. (What that? Ed).


Concern has been expressed at Borchester District Council level about Neil Carter’s appointment as manager of the new Berrow Farm pig unit. ‘We know Neil is a man of integrity, but he risks being compromised as chair of Ambridge Parish Council if he is in the pay of Justin Elliott,’ said an officer. ‘We are worried that this conflict of interest won’t pass the sniff test.’

Sunday 11 February 2018

Brian at bay, Nic sees red and Alice is unwell (again)...

Exclusive: Aldridge to quit Borchester Land


Brian Aldridge, beleaguered owner of Home Farm, Ambridge, is set to resign from his position on the board of Borchester Land at an emergency general meeting of the company this week, the AmOb has learned.
Sources close to Mr Aldridge say he is a ‘broken man’, after revelations about the   dumping of toxic chemicals on Home Farm land, which caused the recent environmental damage to the river Am.
‘Poor Brian, he’s done everything he can to help the Environment Agency with the clean-up, but feels he is being victimised for something that happened in the Seventies, of which he has no knowledge,’ the source said.
The EGM called by Borchester Land’s directors is the latest blow for Mr Aldridge, who last week was stripped of his Borsetshire Businessperson of the Year award before even receiving it.
Contacted by the AmOb, Mr Aldridge said he was ‘undecided’ about whether to step down from the BL board. ‘I am sure I have the support of some of my fellow directors but I do have other commitments,’ he said. ‘And rumours that I am hiding away from the public are ridiculous. It’s simply that the feed shed needs tidying, my wife’s car is very dirty and I would like to spend more time in the polytunnels.’

Coffee break with… Alice Carter


Unfortunately, this week’s interview has been cancelled as Mrs Carter is unwell. Her husband Chris rang to say she had been taken ill with a migraine after an office party and had stayed overnight with a friend. Get well soon Alice! Ed.

Valentine’s Day events


Celebrate February 14 in style with two romantic and fun events for couples!

Mr and Mrs. Join Emma and Fallon at the Bridge Farm Tea Room for the traditional couples’ quiz. Reveal how well you know your partner and win prizes! Free red rose and chocolate truffles for every couple.
Mrs and Mr. Hosted by Kenton and Jolene at The Bull, you’ll love this brilliant twist on the traditional couples’ quiz. Reveal how well you know your partner and win prizes! Free red rose and chocolate truffles for every couple.
(Note to subs: check details; they seem very similar. Ed.)  

The AmOb prize crossword



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       Across

      1. Philip and Kirsty got on swimmingly here (3,4)
4. Emma’s job in the chicken factory, or where Nic says she lives (6)
7. Another unusual milk for Susan to try (5)
9. How Toby might transport budgies to Aquafit? (7)
10. Just routine for Lexi (5)

       Down

            1. Neil is the best -man in Borsetshire - official (3)
            2. David has none of this for Toby (3)
            3. Young Bob had a Top beard in the Seventies (2)
5. Nic was so upset she needed a box full (7)
6. The landlady’s not for slanging matches (6)
7. What Justin likes to sweat? (5)
8. Jenny’s are getting ever more despairing (5)

Letter to the Editor


Dear Madam,

In the week in which we are supposed to ‘celebrate’ the centenary of women receiving the franchise, I am sorry to report exactly why it is a terrible error to allow the fairer sex to be involved in government at any level.
I had the misfortune to be in The Bull on Friday, with my customary half of mild, when I witnessed a shocking display of temper by our newly-elected Parish Councillor, Mrs Emma Grundy.
She and the barmaid, Mrs Nic Grundy, were involved in what our charming landlady Jolene Archer described as a ‘slanging match’. Neither party emerged from it with any credit, but Mrs Emma Grundy showed none of the restraint and dignity that we demand from our elected representatives. I certainly do not expect any Parish Councillor to storm out of the bar in a shower of pork scratchings.
As I was saying to the young hostess of our table at a charity dinner only the other week, it is the natural order of things for men to conduct affairs of government and for women to fulfil the functions for which they are most suited, namely typing and making tea.
I did not vote for Mrs Grundy, preferring the straightforward manliness of Mr Robert Snell, and I have referred her to the monitoring officer at Borsetshire District Council, for breaching the councillors’ code of conduct.
I hope her punishment will serve as a warning to other young women that they are not welcome in public life, or indeed the public bar.
Name and address supplied.  


CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS


For sale

Brand-new pair of ladies’ evening shoes, bought for awards ceremony but never worn and not likely to be, now. Any reasonable offer, as I cannot bear to look at them any more. Contact: Jennifer Aldridge, Home Farm.

Situations vacant

Part-time stock hand wanted for shifts in busy lambing and calving sheds at mixed farm in Ambridge. Immediate start. All levels of experience considered; training given. Unless your name is Toby Fairbrother, in which case don’t bother applying as I’m not letting you ruin my farm as well as my daughter’s life, you complete waste of space. Contact: David Archer, Brookfield Farm. 

Situations wanted

Versatile business journalist, excellent at in-depth profiles of high-flying executives, seeks new position after creative differences with current employer. Contact: Christian.Wyver@lazybizhack.com 


Experienced dairy manager, with a flair for product development and marketing, seeks part-time position with an employer who appreciates her talents and realises that you won’t make award-winning kefir if you can’t get your mum out of bed to milk your goats in the morning. Contact: Susan Carter, Ambridge View.  

Sunday 4 February 2018

Brian defiant and has Kirsty met her match?

Toxic spill landowner denies wrongdoing


The owner of Home Farm, the source of the toxic contamination in the river Am, defied his critics this week and said he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Brian Aldridge was shouted down at a chaotic public meeting on Wednesday when he offered to finance a ‘Home Farm fun day’ to make up for the inconvenience caused by the toxic spill.
Parish councillor Emma Grundy and local activist Kirsty Miller were among those who accused the Aldridge family of showing contempt for the environment and being concerned only with profits.
But Mr Aldridge insisted he knew nothing about the poisons that had been dumped on his land and said he was doing everything he could to help the clear-up operation.
‘My daughter Alice says the family must be a strong unit, and she knows a thing or two about strong units as she’s drunk several today already,’ he said.

Farming technology special!


In this week’s edition, we look at milking parlour innovations and ask the key questions:

• how essential are diagnostics?
• swingover or doubled up?
• automatic or manual washing system?
• £200,000, £250,000 or £300,000?
• herringbone, rotary or something that looks like a petrol station?

Continued on p. 94…..

Quiz: What kind of drinker are you?


You may enjoy a tipple, but could your drinking personality be damaging your  health? Take our quick quiz to find out:

1. What do you think of ‘Dry January’?

    A. Never heard of it, darling.
    B. It’s a terrible idea to stop me drinking.
    C. I prefers dry cider.
    D. I did it to support Pip. I’m going to be a dad.

2. Would you ever drink and drive?

     A. Course not! That’s what men are for.
     B. Not with a drink actually in my hand, no.
     C. Only with old Bartleby; he knows the way home.
   D. Not any more! I’m going to be a dad.

3. If someone is getting a round in, what do you order?

       A. G & T or Champagne, depending on who’s paying.
       B. Two large Pinot Grigios, one for each hand.
       C. A medicinal double brandy for me farmers’ lung.
       D. Something to wet the baby’s head. I’m going to be a dad!

How did you do?

Mostly As: You are a jolly social drinker, technically known as a ‘Lilian’.
Mostly Bs: You are showing worrying signs of being an ‘Alice.’ Seek help.
Mostly Cs: You are an opportunistic drinker, commonly called a ‘Joe’.
Mostly Ds: You are a smug reformed drinker, otherwise known as a ‘Toby’.


The Trials of Kirsty Miller


In the latest chapter of our passionate winter saga, by award-winning romantic novelist Lavinia Catwater, our heroine has a thrilling encounter that may change her life forever…


‘Kirsty! Coo-ee! Have you got a minute?’
Kirsty turned to see Susan Carter hurrying after her. She took off her tinfoil-lined balaclava and face mask, and shook out her hair. ‘Sorry Susan, I couldn’t hear you,’ she said. ‘But now the Am is contaminated, we should all be wearing these, don’t you think?’
‘I’m not sure,’ frowned Susan. ‘I’ve always found my tabard perfectly adequate. But listen Kirsty, I’ve had a great idea and I think you can help me!’
‘Of course, if I can!’ said Kirsty, intrigued. ‘Would you like some of my skull-and-crossbones stickers for your yogurt pots? After all, any local product could be poisoned, you know!’
‘No, no.’ For some reason, Susan seemed irritated. ‘Quite the opposite, in fact!’ She smiled conspiratorially. ‘Helen has greenlit my plans for a premium healthy  goats’ milk kefir brand!’
‘That’s wonderful – but what’s it got to do with me?’ Kirsty looked at her watch. Those leaflets about the long-term effects of TCE wouldn’t deliver themselves…
‘Well, you were so upset at the public meeting about being poisoned by swimming in the Am, but you’re looking the picture of health!’ beamed Susan. ‘So I thought you could star in our advertising campaign and say you’ve been miraculously cured by the kefir! How about it, Kirsty? Kirsty? Come back!’
But Kirsty had already jammed her balaclava on her head and was striding away towards Arkwright Lake, in search of peace, quiet and possibly a snipe…

*

Kirsty had hoped to find toxin-free solitude at the bird hide. But as she approached she could hear hammering and the sound of someone singing ‘Land Of My Fathers’ in an off-key baritone.  ‘What the – Oh, it’s you!’ she gasped as a tall, burly figure suddenly appeared from behind a broken side-panel.
‘Why yes miss,’ said the figure. ‘Philip Moss I am, and you’ll be the spirited young lady I clashed swords with at the public meeting. But you will oblige me by furnishing me with your name, miss! For I have ridden out to hounds several times since we met and I fear I have forgot it.’
In spite of herself, Kirsty felt a frisson of attraction to this rough-hewn character, who was clearly repairing the panel in an ethical manner and quite possibly, free of charge. ‘Kirsty Miller, sir!’ she said. ‘And I know who you are. You may try to dazzle me with your knowledge of the difference between male and female pochards but let me warn you, it will take more than a fine way with The Observer Book of Birds to win me over!’
Philip Moss laughed good-naturedly. ‘I can see I have met my match in you, Miss Miller!’ he said. ‘But count upon it, I shall have you down to the hunt kennels to see my little owls quicker than a raptor on a grouse moor!’
‘You do presume too far, sir!’ Kirsty tossed her head. ‘I bid you good day.’ But as she strode back down the hill, she could still feel Philip Moss’s eyes, like chips of blue ice, burning into her …

To be continued…
That’s enough, Lavinia dear. Have you been reading Georgette Heyer again? Ed.