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Fifty years were destined to pass before I returned to Bognor Regis. Mum and dad's shop had become an Indian restaurant, and very nice it was too. I showed the proprietor my old photo, explained my connection, and was given complimentary drinks to go with my excellent meal.
Standing outside, the following morning, it wasn't hard to imagine throngs of happy holiday makers calling in at the shop to buy food in preparation for a day on the nearby beach. Incidentally, dad once told me that the tyre inner tube in the old photo was being sold as a beach ring. In those early post-war years, purpose-made beach items were presumably in short supply.
Here are three of my photos from that return visit.
To Cornish eyes the beach is uninspiring and the pier has little to offer in comparison with the fine headlands of Newquay. Nonetheless, there is a certain tranquil beauty there, which has recently inspired me to think better of my birthplace. It was whilst soaking in the bath last night that a song came to me, in praise of Bognor. It has a certain Beach Boys quality to it, don't you think?
Well, London girls are
hip, I really dig those styles they wear
and the
Scottish girls with the way they talk
they knock me
out when I'm up there.
The Cornish
farmers' daughters really make you feel alright
and the Forest
girls with the way they kiss
they keep their
boyfriends warm at night
[Chorus]
I wish they all
could be Bognor Regis,
I wish they all
could be Bognor Regis,
I wish they all
could be Bognor Regis Girls
Your faithful reader has had the chuckles. I can just imagine your group singing this one to great aclaim.
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