They need to listen to road users
It will be very interesting to see whether all the recent excellent publicity in the local newspapers will help to improve the A16/B1166 junction. My opinion, I doubt it very much.
No one is listening to the suggestions of the local road users, a roundabout, staggered flashing signs, less junctions etc.
My other concern is the B1166 road between Shepeau Stow/Postland Station and the A16 - something must be done about this road, now, there are gaps widen enough for a motorcycle bike wheel to go into, causing a serious accident. The majority of the road has subsided and the cat's eyes are dropping into the cracks, which are big enough to put your hand in.
A stretch of this road was closed seven weeks ago for a week to carry out the repairs... the cracks are now reappearing once again.
The Lincolnshire's Highways Department should be looking for a company who are capable of carrying out the repairs.
I do understand the weather this summer has not helped the condition of the roads, but let's stop saying there is no funding available to repair the roads. We pay road tax, rates etc - make funds available before someone is seriously injured or even worse.
You cannot teach unless you can tame
I am not a little shocked at the headlines recently about Lincolnshire schools and how well they are doing with the Government inspecting body, Ofsted.
Have we all taken leave of our senses? Ofsted is a Government body whose task it is to make us feel good about the Government, whilst we all know that many things are very bad. Are they, therefore, to be trusted? I think not.
The schooling system is in a state of meltdown, not because not enough money is being spent on them, as some teachers allege; but because not enough discipline is being applied to them, as all genuine teachers know.
It is said that you cannot teach unless you can first tame. How true. Many teachers are leaving the profession or have left because of this, and new trainees are moving in where angels fear to tread.
The glowing reports of Ofsted are surely a fools' paradise; and all of us would do well to address the real problems in education if we would do our best for the pupils, the citizens of tomorrow. The losers in this are the pupils themselves and not the overpaid Government 'yes-men'. A caring and insightful approach would always bear this in mind.
We need a petrol Czar!
Thursday afternoon, October 25. King's Lynn, Sainsbury’s, unleaded petrol 121.9p-a-litre.
Thursday afternoon, October 25. Spalding, Sainsbury’s, unleaded petrol 131.9p-a-litre.
I don’t know about a Loneliness Czar but a Petrol Czar is certainly needed!
Sutton St James
Capturing the remain dividend
Marching in London last Saturday in favour of a People's Vote on the terms of Brexit, alongside probably over a million other marchers, was a truly awe-inspiring experience.
Talking to other marchers brought home to me that:
• The UK has never lost its sovereignty, nor its control over its "money, laws and borders" by virtue of EU membership, whatever anyone says. Frankly, we've just been failed by a generation of party-politically-obsessed, personally self-interested, professional politicians in Westminster; and
• The huge disadvantages of agreeing to any sort of Brexit deal – let alone the preferred outcome of ultra-Brexiteers, like John Hayes MP – must somehow be avoided.
I believe the time has come for everyone in Lincolnshire, young and old, to forget the blandishments of the Vote Leave campaign in 2016 and recognise, instead, the benefits of remaining in the EU.
Personally, I don't blame anyone who believed the Brexiteers in 2016 and hence voted Remain. Instead, I blame the Brexiteers who peddled these false promises.
Fortunately, there's a massive 'Remain Dividend' to be captured if we remain in the EU, notably:
• A huge surge in confidence and business investment in the UK;
• Bouncing back to become again the fastest-growing G7 economy (as we were before the EU Referendum);
• Saving the outrageous costs of Brexit and Liam Fox's nugatory trade negotiations;
• Rescuing the NHS from the outflow of EU workers;
• Benefitting from the collective power of EU membership to progressively eliminate tax avoidance by corporations and rich individuals, continue leading the world in terms of reversing climate change, preserve over 70 years of peace in Europe, resist Russian expansionism and help protect us all from terrorism;
• Boost our universities and science;
• Invest the 'Remain Dividend' in addressing current domestic crises, especially in housing, healthcare, social care, policing and other public services;
• Re-direct the time Westminster currently wastes on Brexit into building a fairer, more just, more equitable society in the UK
Reader Jeff Woods has written a poem he feels is pertinent to the current commemoration of 100 years since the First World
When Iwas just a little lad.
When I was just a little lad,
I Went and said to my Grandad:
“What was it like in the Great War Grandad?"
He wouldn’t tell me.
When I was a little bit bigger lad,
I went to say to his son, my dad:
“What was it like in the Second World War Dad? He wouldn’t tell me.
Oh, there were tales of wild nights out with pals
Of dalliances with local gals
Of drinking too much foreign stuff
Of NCOs who were mean and tough
Of Officers who were “nowt but spitbags”
Of walking miles to Camp with heavy kitbags
But nothing of the War.
Did they make me anti-War?
No, I read books and comics by the score
My childhood games were ‘Japs and Commandos’
And ‘Us’ against ‘Them’ our ‘German’ foes
No-one ever died, except ‘pretend’ and we went in for dinner at the end.
Later on it was the Army Cadets
Before I went, with no regrets, and signed and took the Queen’s Shilling, Which was really exciting, incredibly thrilling
I was ‘in’.
It was some years later, when the greatest gift I’ve ever had
Came to me one day and said:
“Dad? What was it like in your War Dad?
What was it like in the War?”
And I thought back to my Grandad and Dad,
Who gave no answer to the questions I’d had, because how could they?
How could I tell of yomping scared to Stanley with a bloody great pack? Of so-called ‘peacekeeping’ in Bosnia?
Of horrific Iraq?
How could I?
How could I describe the terror, the pain?
How could I talk of pals I’d never see again?
As he stood before me, my only son,
I thought of my wars, long past.
I re-lived them every night and every day,
Would he come up to me one day and say, “I’m in”?
I couldn’t face the thought,
So I went against everything I’d been taught,
And I told him.
God help me I told him all I knew.
And, when I’d finished he looked at me as if he saw the world anew.
He said, “thank you for telling me Dad, for telling me the truth.”
They say the truth hurts and that can be so,
But, hopefully, I’d never watch him go,
Off to fight the latest ‘foe’.
Now, I’ll tell you, as I told him, what my Grandad and Dad couldn’t tell me before. Ultimate evil is definable; its definition is ‘War’.