It is a simple name of eight letters forming two syllables I have known for decades. For me, it has always been synonymous with natural Englishness and tranquillity.

Trevor Nicholls

Take a trip down memory lane with our A-Z of Norfolk and Suffolk’s towns and villages. Starting at A, we take a brief look at the history of Acle.


There’s nothing to do! How often have we heard those words from sullen teenagers, usually mumbled while avoiding eye contact.


Picturegoers of the Seventies generation might well have been smitten by John Travolta’s Saturday Night Fever, but decades earlier Saturday Morning Fever was rife among youngsters: it was when we flocked to cinemas for children’s matinees.

Trevor Nicholls

As trains steamed into our railway stations, hundreds of summer visitors piled out, humping luggage along platforms before heading for their holiday accommodation. Excited children clutched buckets and spades they had brought with them.


It stood, black and ostensibly lifeless, on the hall windowsill.

Trevor Nicholls

Coincidence Rules OK! Sounds like a political slogan or a television game show, but it is simply my view on the times the coincidence factor has shaped columns.

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That old street plan of Great Yarmouth and Gorleston, a section of which helped to illustrate a recent column, continues to intrigue me.

Trevor Nicholls

Those of us with first-hand recollections of the disastrous 1953 floods, which caused havoc and deaths in the Great Yarmouth area and elsewhere, will never forget them. Any reference to that appalling night of Saturday, January 31 is guaranteed to evoke memories for older generations, not least because nine local people were killed.

Going to the pictures has long ceased to be the public’s favourite entertainment. Blockbusters continue to attract audiences to surviving cinemas, but the home comforts of television viewing on ever-wider screens are too appealing for many.

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The enormity of the Titanic legend guarantees that it will never die. People all over the world remain fascinated by the epic saga of the huge liner striking an Atlantic iceberg and sinking on her maiden voyage in 1912, resulting in the deaths of 1,513 of her 2,224 crew and passengers.

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The BBC-TV series Death in Paradise draws big audiences, attracted by its picturesque Caribbean island location and its quirky plots and characters. But a former Gorleston couple enjoying their little bit of sunny paradise were astonished to read about a real-life murder...back in their old home borough on the other side of the world!

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If you happen to browse through the Guinness Book of Records, its pages are a cornucopia of information encompassing the bizarre and the mundane but all with a common denominator: a world-beating superlative fact or achievement.


Please read today’s column in silence, guaranteeing that any discussion is in whispered tones. That will create the atmosphere of Gorleston’s public library post-war when I was a child borrower, the obligatory hush ensuring that browsers, researchers, newspaper readers and the forbidding duty librarian were not disturbed by chatter.


Yes, I fully admit that it was all wishful thinking and idle speculation, and could never have become reality. But it slotted perfectly into the “if only” or “just suppose” category.

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There was a time, decades ago, when a policeman was almost part of the street furniture in Great Yarmouth’s town centre, his familiar presence hardly noticed as we shopped, strolled around the Market Place or hopped on and off Corporation buses outside Palmer’s department store or on Theatre Plain beside the Regal.


The start of a new year is the time to make resolutions we seldom keep or seek to build bridges to improve relationships. So permit me to examine building bridges - but in reality, not in an idiomatic context.


James Bond villain Auric Goldfinger furiously declared to 007: “Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.”

Trevor Nicholls

However much we enjoy Christmas, it does not always go to plan or come up to expectation. Sometimes it is memorable for all the wrong reasons: instead of being at home with family and friends, or in a hotel with no domestic chores to worry about, a “worst scenario” unfolds.

Charles Reynolds

Because schools break up today for the Christmas and New Year holiday, reopening on January 4, it is timely to look again at local private and state education of yesteryear, reflecting interest stemming from readers of previous columns on the topic.


Occasionally I mention here that my pen-name of Peggotty, taken from a character in a Charles Dickens novel centred on Yarmouth, was chosen in the Thirties when this column was launched in our companion newspaper, the Eastern Evening News. Another Dickens creation was Ebenezer Scrooge, the miser who abhorred Christmas.

To state here that I have paid many visits to Great Yarmouth’s police headquarters in Howard Street North is not a belated public confession of “helping them with their inquiries,” as the official line goes. It was part of a newspaper reporter’s regular routine to inquire about incidents and accidents, trivial and grave, that would interest our readers.

The significance of a first cannot be over-emphasised: first baby, first tooth, first day at school, first girl or boy friend, first job, first bike, motor-cycle or car... Of course, not all firsts are that significant, being more hum-drum and prosaic.


An In Memoriam family announcement with a difference was published in the Mercury last month, for it appeared on the centenary of the death of a soldier “serving in the front-line trenches and being gassed in France” in the First World War.


It is six decades since I left school, and months since the last of my grandchildren did so. Their education system and mine seemed poles apart and, frankly, I did not grasp their set-up and sympathise with parents who have to understand its complexities and choices or otherwise jeopardise their children’s long-term future.

Today being Armistice Day, when we commemorate those who gave their lives for their country in war, it is appropriate to dwell upon a tragedy that befell an unarmed vessel off our coast exactly a century ago. It links with my 
recent topic about attacks by German aircraft on unarmed lightships in the North Sea during the 1939-45 war.


The whistle blew, the green flag was waved and the steam train chuffed out of the station, carrying passengers to their destinations but simultaneously symbolising the huge effect the railways had upon the nation. But that’s history, long gone, and today east Norfolk has only a line to Norwich.


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