Wednesday 12th September     2018

President Sue Piner welcomed everyone back after the summer break. Although there has been no formal meeting, the W I has been quite busy! To mark our 90th Birthday, we had a very special outing - a boat trip up the Thames from Runnymede with lunch on board, followed by a visit to the Saville Gardens, which , despite the summer heat, were looking spectacular.

A fun day of Croquet and Boules was held at the Maze Gardens - (thanks to Richard and Sandra for letting us loose in their lovely garden), and the Sidlesham team of Freda and Rosemary Booth, Sarah Greenwood and Gill Cook won both parts of the County Quiz in August.

So, back to business, with reminders to sign up for the various events, as well as the Tea Rota. It was agreed to do a “Bake-Off” basket to be sold at the Annual Meeting in October, and members were invited to donate baking related items - and a basket!

Marilyn presented the Croquet and Boules winners with certificates, and was thanked for arranging the day. The Programme of Speakers for next year is to be finalised soon, and members were asked for suggestions of topics they would like to see included.

The annual Harvest Sale then took place, with Monica and Marilyn auctioning off a wonderful selection of produce, and raising £100 to replenish our funds.

Elizabeth and Gill then read some Autumn related poems, and members were asked to Wear Something Pink at the October meeting, for Breast Cancer Awareness Day.

The Bloom of the Month was Gloria’s Tibouchina.

Next month’s meeting will be on
October 10th, with speaker Sally Boatwright (a Blue Badge Guide), on London: Oddities and curiosities.

Gill Cook

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands' mountains green ?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On Englands' pleasant pastures seen ?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills ?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills ?

Bring me my bow of burning gold !
Bring me my arrows of desire !
Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds unfold !
Bring me my chariot of fire !

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In Englands' green and pleasant land.