Whats in a name

  Looking through the club diary I was struck by the variety of surnames listed which gives rise to the following scenario.

  Imagine a prospective new player first of all requiring finance to start our relatively expensive game.

       Firstly for finance he could approach one of our BANKS with view to BORROW or obtain a GRANT-or a private approach to the estate of HOWARD HUGHES. Having obtained the necessary RICHES he would visit a sports store to purchase IRONS,  WOODS and a FRISBY for the grandchildren together with a JACK for a bowls playing friend. During DAY LIGHT hours possibly afterNOON he would play his first round after which thoughts turn to food. How spoilt for choice for we have the following-MILLER BAKER COOK. So now for the menu-rollmop HERRING followed by slices of BULLOCK topped with gravy BROWNING accompanied by king EDWARDS chips.

(much better than anything offered by MACDONALDS).For sweet what better than ROLY poly filled with CHIVERS jam. Finish with cheddar cheese and JACOBS cream crackers. After this feast a glass of ANDREWS liver salts might be appropriate!!

John Browning

A GERMAN HEINKEL HE 111 DOWNED OVER SOUTHAMPTON WATER DURING THE BATTLE OF BRITAIN – Memories from Ken Cantle

According to the IWM catalogue, this German Heinkel He 111P was shot down “over Southampton Water” by RAF Hurricanes of ‘B’ Flight, No. 43 Squadron on 12th July 1940.

The aircraft is pictured here having apparently crash landed in a field near the Hamlet of Hipley, Hampshire. It’s unclear what the fate of the crew was, but the plane is riddled with .303 bullet holes from the Hurricanes.
Loose wreckage from the aircraft appears to have been collected into piles near the front of the aircraft, so one might guess that the photograph was taken a little while after the crash.
It was late in the afternoon of 12th July 1940, and the pilot of the Heinkel III bomber was flying his deadly load of 50 Kg bombs over the Isle of Wight, when suddenly, a squadron of Hurricane fighters from Tangmere air station swooped from out of the blue.
The German desperately tried to find cover in a passing cloud, but one Hurricane pilot anticipated the move and within seconds gunfire from the British plane had ripped through the Heinkel’s Starboard wing to set the engine ablaze, followed by another attack to destroy the Port engine.
Thick smoke pouring from his aircraft, the pilot had no option but to attempt a crash landing in a nearby field. They cleared Portsdown Hill and descended into a pasture near Denmead. In fact the location was Hipley, close to an area we know as Worlds End. In the circumstances, it was a successful landing with the aircraft ending its bumpy run in a hedge. Hardly believing their luck, three shaken but alive German airmen scrambled out of the wreckage leaving their dead observer in the cockpit.
The landing of this uninvited visitor was observed by Mr Tibbles, the landlord of the nearby Horse & Jockey public house and a decorator who was painting the outside of the pub. Mr Tibbles remembered that his son had a toy gun in the saddlebag of his bike, so he grabbed it and along with the decorator advanced towards the crippled aircraft. The three Germans were armed with revolvers, and it was like a scene from Dad’s Army with Corporal Jones brandishing an ancient rifle whilst yelling “Handi-Hock”, only Mr Tibbles did not have the advantage of having a real weapon.
It was a game of bluff-who would crack first? Asit happened, it was the observing the Germans who, on observing the obviously mad Englishman pointing a gun supported by another in white overalls with a threatening best option was to surrender and promptly threw their guns on the ground and raised their arms in the air. Help was soon at hand and the Germans spent the rest of the war in a POW camp. The wrecked Heinkel was eventually taken away for detailed inspection at Farnborough but during its sojourn at Hipley it became something of a tourist attraction and for his part,

Mr Tibbles discovered that being a hero brought its reward for, before closing time the pub had been drunk almost dry of its fortnightly ration of beer.
Thanks go to Mr Ken Cantle, Senior Men’s Section Secretary for 19 years, who was in the forest we can see behind the aircraft, and watched the whole event unfold