Wednesdays are now the new Friday

Editor – How many of you out there remember the days when Friday would come and we would rush home from school and be allowed to sit in front of the television to shout: “It’s Friday, it’s Crackerjack”.

And though these wonderful days are now long gone they have indeed been replaced by Wednesday, ie “Market Rasen Day”, and thus lo and behold, as the years have flown by that excitement still holds true today with each Wednesday in the calendar.

So! Out with the wooden spoon to stir one’s ingredients, take away the megaphone from the North and South, ie mouth, and clear one’s chest of the load by penning your thoughts to a tabloid that is non-other than ‘Second to None’.

For as I read today a letter from Alex Graham and the professionalism which this was dealt with by an editor who, giving his reply in the editor’s note, left me feeling rather proud that we have such a man who, along with his staff, are ‘top of the charts’.

And apart from another letter from he (or she) who has no name to print today and not quite knowing the full ins and outs of the plight of our fast-dwindling farmers.

I was taken back in time after reading ‘The Adventurous Five’ in the form of the five cadets from Caistor whose spring camp came to an abrupt end thanks to the weather, which turned a somewhat chilly around the Monsal Head regions.

Because back in December 1976, after training at the Guards depot in Surrey for only three weeks, we were taken to a place up in Scotland called Gare Loch Head and for some unknown reason we all thought that this would be like a Butlins holiday camp.

For how wrong could we have been, because this was a place that even the likes of Beelzebub shied away from, because that year the snow near-on covered our nissen huts and to feed the one wood-burning stove in the centre of these ice boxes was a feat in itself.

And after two days we were told to pack up our gear. “Oh how fantastic,” we thought. “Our sergeants are human, they do behold a heart.”

But once again as we tromped past our transport to the railway station we knew that some other fate awaited us.

And it wasn’t long that we found ourselves in a deeply snow covered forest and told to put up tents for the start of a four day and night out door exercise, so after the very first night we didn’t wake in the morning because no one was able to sleep it was so cold.

But when 12 recruits hit the deck with hypothermia and rushed down to the Royal Navy base for a hot bath, hot food and a warm bed the exercise was then called off, but not before those left – ie joe bloggs and the crew – had to carry their gear as well back to camp.

Oh happy days, and may these five from Caistor go on to achieve that Silver Award, Gold, Platinum and whatever it is in today’s cadet training for they’ll need it if they end up in Gare Loch Head, Scotland.

Nino Hoblyn