A hug of greeting to you all, yes to ALL of you because, by accident or design you are a citizen of or a visitor to Exmouth, this jewel set amidst Devon’s red cliffs, green hills and silver seas.

This long year has inched by and has been the hardest of my life – burdens, pain and sadness have scribed with heavy deep scours across my weary body and left indelible tattoos in my mind, as if nature had said, ‘you wanna come in, you gotta pay!’
Yet, I am alive, bright as a button, and like the cock in his farmyard, I am in charge!

Our lockdown is eased, upon faces there are hints of smiles, no more cussing under our breath as others invade our safe distance, ‘tis of no consequence, for your Town Crier is happy! I have a new adventure. I am now the proud owner of a three-wheeled electric mountain trike. Boys and their toys this is not.

Covid-19 tried its best to kill me, but thanks to our National Health Service I’m imbued with fresh zip and vim for each dawn and happily climb aboard the saddle and slide quietly into the new ‘normalcy’ of politeness and courtesy as the cocktail of buses, cars, vans, lorries, campervans, pedestrians, prams, scooters, bicycles and trike meld into that hum of stops and starts, pleases and thank you’s that characterise this special seaside town of Exmouth, Devon UK!

So, thank you dear reader and I apologise in advance if my hooter makes you jump, for in spite of jocular phrases I shall not be flinging my very heavy bell, I am a Town Crier not a juggler. Cheerio!