Telscombe

COUNCIL MEETING: The Planning and Highways Committee meet on Monday at 7.30pm. If there is insufficient business, meetings may be cancelled. Please therefore telephone the Civic Centre on 01273 589777 to ensure that a meeting is being held (an agenda will be placed on the website). Meetings are open to members of the public who are able to ask questions for a 15 minute period at the start of each meeting. Meetings are held in Telscombe Civic Centre unless otherwise stated.

YOGA: With Natalie Heath every Tuesday from 6pm to 7pm in the Civic Centre. This class is back after the summer break on Tuesday September 4. Contact Natalie Heath email: [email protected] phone: 07738538094.

LIVING LIGHT PILATES: Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning in the Civic Centre. £6.50 per class or class pass for £44 (eight classes plus one free session). Contact Nicola Murray-Smith email: [email protected] phone: 07776 457752.

FITNESS PILATES: Every Monday morning and Thursday evening in the Civic Centre. Get fit, tone up, prevent back pain, improve flexibility and posture. Equipment provided, just bring some water. Only £6 per class or £40 for eight weeks. Contact Jennie Palmer email: [email protected] phone: 07825 702775.

FLOWER CLUB: Peacehaven and Telscombe Flower Club meet on the third Wednesday of each month, 2pm for 2.30pm in the Civic Centre where they have floral demonstrations. Contact Christine Webb email: [email protected] phone: 01273 58619.

YOGA: Every Monday from 7.15pm to 8.15pm in the Civic Centre. Contact Jane email: [email protected] phone: 07703 167895.

DANCE CLASS: Little Stars Pre-School Dance Class for pre-school children aged 2 to 4 years, every Tuesday 9am to 9.30am at the Civic Centre. £3.50 per session. Contact Anneli Smith 07930 490058.

YOUTH THEATRE: Peacehaven and Newhaven Youth Theatre meet every Monday, 4pm to 5pm for ages 5 to 7 year, 5pm to 6pm for ages 8 years and over, at the Civic Centre. Your local, friendly drama club with a professional touch. Contact Zoe Giles email: [email protected] phone: 07729 583 264.

FOOTNOTES: Amongst a group of equally elderly souls, the subject had fallen again to memory or rather its various vagaries. We all agreed how a piece of music or a particular smell or scent could revive times long past. I am as guilty of this as anyone. Keys can be found in the fridge and a pack of bacon hung from the keyboard, but listening to certain pieces of music brings back long lost memories of situations, people and shows, with unerring accuracy. Likewise the smell of new mown grass has me reliving hot sunny afternoons lying with a lover on Blackheath, the happy sound of children laughing and splashing in a pond nearby. The smell of oil and rubber and I am transported back to a bicycle shop in Crystal Palace with my father, buying my first grown up bike. One rarely catches the scent of cheese, biscuits, bacon and dried peas together these days but when I do I remember being with my mother in Sainsburys, long before self service, or supermarkets, queuing patiently using the old Bentwood chairs provided for customers and being fascinated by the man measuring out the butter with two wooden spatulas, wondering how he managed to cut the exact amount ordered from the huge slab of butter in front of him. The money was then placed into a small container, a quick tug on a wooden handle and it was sent whizzing across the ceiling on wires to the cashier’s small kiosk, the change and a receipt zooming back via the same wire. Perhaps my favourite scent is standing in an English garden, late at night, and inhaling the heady smell of earth, grass and various plants recovering from the heat of the day. My job has taken me to so many foreign locations, where the sounds and smells have been varied and exotic. The muezzin calling the faithful to prayer, the heady scent of Jacaranda trees in blossom with their beautiful blue flowers. Now, here at home I revel in the smell of the sea, and the sound of white topped rollers crashing against the shore and breakwaters, and throwing huge fountains of frothy water and spray into the air leaving the taste of salt on the lips. I often catch myself saying that I cannot remember a thing these days, and it is true I have to rely heavily on shopping lists and diaries to remind me of daily tasks, but the real memories are still there, the people, the countries, the situations, both comic and tragic, remain, and it only takes a snatch of music or a certain scent to have then flooding back. So, swapping the bacon for the keys in the fridge, I console myself with this and indeed, judge myself lucky to still be able to recall those long, lost days. Enjoy your week and go safely where ever your journeys take you.