After much trial and tribulation, discussion and cogitation we are proud to announce that the above has been chosen as our new logo. It was designed in a competition organised at Aylsham High and the winner is a young man called Jack Hodson who is doing his GCSE’s. We are very pleased with it; thank you Jack. It can also be seen in our news page but the real thrill for me was the overall standard which to my untutored eye was very high. There were some close runners up and this was not an easy decision although I am very content with it. The logo sums up who we are and I think sets the right tone.
The logo has brightened my mood as I’ve been a bit down. Don’t know why but I do sometimes get a little tired and overwhelmed with things. I’m in good company, many suffer from depression and thankfully I don’t think that I am clinically depressed but I do know what Churchill meant when he said that he had his black dog about him which was his term for a very low mood. He had a solution; he built walls and painted pictures. Oh yes, he also won wars but I don’t think he was actually that depressed during the war years strangely enough. He was seriously ill when visiting Roosevelt in the US of A although the facts were hidden from the British people but I digress as usual.
I don’t build walls or paint but I do go and look at our river which always cheers me up. I close my eyes and see the wherries sailing by and hear the sound of wind on sail. We are now open for business and are starting to look at what kind of organisation we need to do our work of conservation and preservation. We can see the river itself is in reasonably good heart despite the drought but the banks and paths in some places are in need of TLC. One of my favourite places as regular readers will know is Oxnead but I just love it all; she is a grand old lady. If you know of anything that we could / should do please let us know.
In the meantime I don’t have a black dog to exercise but I do have three black cats and the wife does have a broom stick! (to be politically correct and for the record I love her to bits and joke about black cats and broomsticks to her face) Perhaps, if I’ve still got one, it’s approaching the time to take my gold plated, overblown and inflated public service pension. In case anybody complains that was said with a huge dose of irony – now no black dog here but I do have one bottle of black sheep (a rather tasty real ale) left over from Christmas – perhaps it’ll lighten my mood.