WAVENEY VALLEY ANXIETY.
ONE OF OUR BUNGAY LOWER 6th IS MISSING! (A whimsy about unwanted but inevitable change). I vaguely remember the day that Focus DIY went But I never really said goodbye to Woolies. And when Gary’s Discounts folded I think I folded too. Not so much with Prezzo. (And I rarely used Lollipop Kidz Shoes nor the Laura Ashley store anymore). In my umpteen years of habitation I’ve seen the Olde Beccles station become the new incarnation for a public transport nation. The market moved from here to there And once upon a time there were flower planters everywhere. I’ve seen shops evolve, inspire, enchant, and devastate with want. I once stood shoe-less in Stead & Simpson. The Fishmonger’s at No.4 was a terrible loss. Bartram’s, a piece of history. The resilience of Tilney’s Gun-Shop has been a marvel. The end of Besley’s Books a tragedy. And who can forget Spurgeons, Marmalade, or Toby/Brighton’s ‘The Plaice’? Centuries old chip fat lingers longer than a stuffed crust or a kicker chick...