Dolway Lane, Winterbourne Whitechurch, Blandford Forum, DT11 0AW Registered Charity 209082
COMING UP HALL EVENTS
Race night has turned out very popular we have decided to release extra tickets, so buy yours fast before we run out, only 8 left
THE BAR
MEET AND GREET
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COMING UP BINGO EVENTS
Fancy a Christmas adventure? Join our Christmas Calendar Game and meet all my festive friends! Every day from 1st December to 20th December, one of my merry mates will be hiding somewhere in Winterborne Whitechurch. They could pop up on the website, Facebook, or even on a poster at the village hall!
To join the fun, pick up an entry form at THE BAR during our special meet and greet event 23RD Nov 25. Each day, jot down where you’ve spotted one of my friends. When your form is full, bring it back to THE BAR at our ‘Save the Children Christmas Jumper’ event 21st Dec 25. Pay your entry donation (in your jazziest jumper, of course!), and you'll receive a small gift for each completed and correct entry. But that’s not all! All entries go into our magical tombola roller, and one lucky person will win a fabulous Christmas hamper. It’s fun, festive, and all for a good cause – let the search begin!
THE STORY OF NATASHA AND THE SPIDER
OR IS IT THE STORY OF THE NAUGHTY ELF
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A spot of back story – the committee have been on a mission, bravely battling their way through the hall, clearing out decades' worth of mysterious junk (seriously, who needs broken rails and a box of single socks?). Today, we rolled up our sleeves and tackled the loft, armed with bin bags, hope, and an ever-dwindling sense of how big is that loft MORE!!!!
(WHEN a blood-curdling scream that could have woken the ancestors – yes, that was our beloved chair, Natasha Someone (not naming any names, Chris M) decided it would be an absolute hoot to present her with a spider. Well, if you’ve ever wanted to see someone attempt the Olympic standing long jump from a standing start, Natasha’s performance would have bagged gold. Honestly, the poor spider looked more traumatised than Natasha. I reckon it’s still telling its mates about “the time it nearly got crushed by a flailing clipboard and a flying shoe”.)
Now, to the main event – picture me about to flop down for a well-earned dose of Strictly (yes, yes, I can hear you all groaning, but come on, it's Halloween week – there are sequins and questionable dance moves, what more could you want?). Disaster strikes! My glasses have vanished. “Oh FUDGE,” I mutter, realising I’ve left them at the hall. So, off I dash to the hall, and claim my prized parking spot right in front of the Astra recycling bin (prime real estate, if you ask me).
But wait! As I pull in my prized parking spot who do I spot? That cheeky little elf, caught red-handed with a lollipop bigger than his head! Whose sweeties has he pilfered this time? I barely had time to whip out my phone for a photo before he vanished, leaving only a faint scent of mischief and sugar in the air. Honestly, you can’t leave anything lying about with that elf on the loose – not even your dignity!
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