WHISPERING SMITH: Stronghold of memories no bulldozer can destroy

I have a vague schoolboy recollection of tipper lorries, I think they belonged to Mr Page, loaded with broken bricks and shattered concrete, dustily roaring away from the ruins of the old fort and, together with my mates bemoaning the part-destruction of one of our favourite playgrounds.

Unsafe, they claimed, dangerous they said, not too sure who ‘they’ were back in the day. I don’t recall anyone ever being hurt there and I doubt that such destruction of an important historical site on so flimsy a ground would, in these more enlightened times, be tolerated.

As the times change, a dedicated group of volunteers has come forward and is determined to restore as much as possible of this important military outpost, built to protect us from the French – perhaps we should still think to have one – and currently encrusted with ivy and home to blackbirds, insects, and rabbits.

Walking over the West Beach today and only a very short distance from the ruined fort, I got up close and personal to a kestrel sitting on the sign, declaring it to be a conservation area. No camera with me, of course…

CONGRATULATIONS to the owners of The Contented Pig, the new business in High Street in the former premises of the pasty shop and the noodle bar. Not only for keeping the lovely old iconic gold lettered Home & Colonial store sign but also for matching the design with their new one.

A little bit of the old High Street preserved.

MORE good news is that The Arun View will be reopening in October, so we look forward to Willie Austen and the smell and taste of some good food and fine company.

Great to see the beginning of the end of the flood defence work and the rising from the ashes of one of our sorely missed local business enterprises.

AND SO to autumn, of which Robert Frost wrote: “My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.”