When I was a child, it was a Monday morning routine to have to write 'Mon weekend' - I went to a French school. I never knew whether it was to instil discipline in us, to encourage us to share and express ourselves, or because the teachers couldn't think of a more interesting topic. It was a mindless chore and I hated it. As they say, youth is wasted on the young. Nowadays, I could easily write paragraphs about where I've been, who I've seen and what I've eaten. Which brings us to last weekend: coronation weekend.
I have the great joy of living in Winchelsea. Its long and distinguished history is known to one and all. It comes up a lot, even in daily conversation. If King Charles's predecessor, Edward l were to ride back into town, he'd recognise a fair amount, principally the grid formation that he himself laid out. And it's along one of these streets, St Thomas Street, that I spent my weekend.
To me, one of the most interesting things about Winchelsea is its wealth of fantastically gifted, endlessly fascinating, knowledgeable, dynamic, variety of people. If you need a specialist on anything, you'll find them here, along with a willingness to share that knowledge. In a population of just under 400, you'll find doctors, architects, musicians, journalists, logisticians, civil servants, artists, writers, teachers, actors and even retired caterers. Because these people are all so talented, at this stage in their careers, they have turned themselves into a strong, resourceful, coherent, creative, caring community.
And so on Sunday, May 7, we held a huge street party, to mark the coronation of His Majesty King Charles III. We started with 120; this was dictated pretty much by the number of tables and chairs available from the New Hall. And then it went up, so we requisitioned tables and chairs from St Thomas'. And then it went up, so we raided the Court Hall. We finished at around 225, plus picnickers on the verge.
There was food, wine, entertainment, a cocktail station, a barbecue run by The New Inn, a visit from the MP, an address from the mayor, who had attended the coronation in his role as a Cinque Ports baron, a glass of prosecco to toast the king, and red, white and blue cupcakes to share.
The amount of planning and organisation cannot be underestimated, but the residents who made up the coronation committee cannot either. The day went off without a hitch and thanks to the importance in our town of St Thomas', its rector and loyal congregation, even the sun shone.
It was a magnificent day, enjoyed by all and in the words of one of the hundreds of messages and photos shared on the community WhatsApp group "truly happy and glorious".
Long live the king and long may I live in Winchelsea.
