Red Baron?

Where’s the Red Baron when you need him?

The Gorse Fox is lucky enough to live in a small enclave on the South Coast where residents are bound by a covenant to avoid noisy work at the weekends. This means no power tools, no lawn-mowers, no hedge-trimmers and so forth. At first this seems draconian – but actually it proves to be a great source of pleasure as the “Gorse” remains quiet and people can sit quietly in the gardens listening to sea lap against the pebbles.

Well that is the theory. This theory is rather interrupted by some total t*sser who comes along at weekends and insists on doing acrobatics in small plane just off of our beach – defeating the efforts made by those of us on the ground to remain quiet.

Item for the agenda of next AGM – can we re-install the Ack-Ack battery that used to nestle in the corner of the estate? Otherwise, can we extend a welcome to the Red Baron?