21/04 - The Ostrich woke looking very out of sorts this morning
. “You’re rather down in the beak, Ossie,” I said to the bird, “have you got the hump?” “Yes,” he suddenly chortled, “because we’re off to see the Camels!
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Wadebridge Camels RFC (and I haven’t been able to find out if there is any particular reason why they are called the Camels) apparently number both the celebrity chef Rick Stein and the somewhat risqué Cornish comedian Jethro amongst their past players - and the latter was reputedly quite a successful 2nd XV captain back in his day.
But before we actually meet the Camels, there was another game to see - I had planned a cheeky little double for today – two back-to-back matches which will probably end my rugby season for this year, unless any interesting play-offs or cup games emerge. Starting early, and leaving on the 10:17 Exeter-bound train, I encountered some disruption on the downward journey, firstly involving a failed half-barrier crossing at Crewkerne – interestingly, the one about 200 yards from our former home in that town, where I used to take a very young Master O to watch the trains when he was a nipper. The problem didn’t delay us too much, thankfully, and I must say full marks to the driver who did everything he could to make up lost time. I have never been on a train before that has actually accelerated up Honiton Bank!
And then goodness knows what the problems were on Cross Country, but on arriving at Exeter St David’s, I found everything in both directions were heavily delayed, which meant the local Pacers from Exeter St David’s to Torbay were at the mercy of late running express services. Ultimately, a five minute wait outside Newton Abbot station, which seemed to have run out of available platforms, led to a similar delay in arrival at Torquay, so despite haring out of the station and across the road into the ground, I missed the first 5 minutes and first try in my first game, although strangely the first four people I spoke to on arrival confessed they didn’t know what the score was!
Anyway, this first match of the day, between Torquay Athletics 2nds and Kirton 3rds (they insist on calling themselves that; to non-Devonians, it’s Crediton
), and kicking off at 12:45 before the main event, appears (having researched the RFU’s website) to have been a Devon Merit Table League 2 fixture. The main event of the afternoon, being played between the clubs’ first teams, was absolutely crucial today as no less than 5 clubs (Tiverton, Falmouth, Paignton - and both Torquay and Crediton) were battling to avoid the second Western Counties West relegation slot alongside Burnham-on-Sea, so even for the junior game, the ground was beginning to fill, and I counted an attendance of over 100, including at least 20 characters dressed in hula skirts, lei and straw hats
, up from Truro apparently …..
As for the game, which finished 19-29, it was basically a pedestrian affair on a very warm day. Nobody was particularly exerting themselves, including the referee who sensibly let things flow. Torquay scored all their points in the first half, Crediton in the second. I sat high up in the elderly stand, in the shade, taking care to avoid the mountainous piles of guano which I suspect could be commercially mined at a profit if the club put their minds to it.
I visited this ground earlier in the season, and out of curiosity this time, I wandered over to the far side from the clubhouse to carry out a geophysical inspection of the area surrounding what is a strange steel framework construction housing the training floodlights
. I had wondered if a second stand of any description had been located there in the past, and the framework was all that was left of it, but there’s no evidence of any old groundworks that I could see.
With the game finishing around 14:05, I turned my back on the main event, and was smartly out of the ground, across the road to the promenade, and onto a no.22 bus for the 20 minute ride to the other crucial relegation battle in Torbay!
Like Torquay, Paignton RFC’s ground at Queens Park is very easy to access by public transport. Exit the bus station, over the level crossing by the railway station, and head down the main drag towards the sea front. The rugby ground is down a side street off on the right, but make sure you don’t do as I did
, and turn into the road that leads to a pair of wrought iron gates with the rugby pitch visible behind them - that will only take you into the local Bowling Club which is a dead end! You need the next road down.
I had hoped to call in at the independent pasty shop, which was always a favourite when we used to visit Paignton again back twenty-odd years ago when Master O was a nipper. Long since gone, alas,
now a ubiquitous coffee shop. Paignton has rather a lot of these, along with charity shops, betting shops and the usual seaside novelty shops. There’s an Oggy Oggy franchise nearby, but I didn’t fancy one of their pies today. Mind you, there’s always the Paignton Pudding.
The Paignton Pudding, first made in the 13th century, is the origin of the nickname “pudden eaters” for the people of Paignton, according to Wiki. The puddings were made infrequently and were of great size. When thousands turned up hoping to obtain a piece of a huge pudding that had been baked to celebrate the arrival of the railway, chaos occurred and the event became notorious. A Paignton Pudding was baked in 1968 to celebrate the town's charter, and another baked in 2006 to mark the 200th anniversary of the birth of the engineer, Isambard Kingdom Brunel. I missed out on those ….
The ground has two rugby pitches running parallel but they are set apart; there’s a cricket square and mini-pitches between them. The main pitch is on the left and it’s floodlit. The clubhouse, with an elevated stand on top of it, runs behind the cricket square and the no.2 pitch. However, it is high enough to give a pretty good view across the main pitch as well, and I repaired there for a bit of peace and quiet, out of the sun. It is also high enough for you to look down on the seagulls flying past in search of something to scavenge, and I made sure my half-time chips were well hidden
. Most spectators stood around the pitch or in the two covered standing areas flanking the scoreboard half way down the far side of it. Unlike Torquay’s ground, which is flanked by open spaces, the Paignton ground has quite an enclosed feel to it, effectively being in the town centre and surrounded on three sides by old, probably Victorian buildings. The fourth side, behind the far goalposts, backs onto the Dartmouth Steam Railway’s platform, and an 0-6-0 pannier tank hove up during the interval, carefully positioning itself between the trees where the train crew could watch the match.
Wadebridge Camels, despite being 5th in the table, according to the Paignton faithful don’t travel very well. What played out was a very tense affair in which the home side took a 3-0 lead on 13m through a Michael Sandercock penalty kick, a great effort from 40 yards out and wide. After 21m, the Rugby Gods smiled on Paignton – Wadebridge were away down the left wing with an overlap of 3 players, beautiful cut inside, final pass nicely timed to put Thomas in under the posts – and he dropped the wretched thing! Dour Paignton defending nearly got them through to the interval in the lead, but Thomas notched an easy 38m penalty to tie the score.
In the second half, Paignton gradually got on top, and claimed the territory. Sandercock missed a penalty, central and 35 yards, but then lifted one from a bit further out neatly between the posts.(46m). Further huge kicks were successful on 50m and 58m to put Paignton 12-3 up. At that point, the Camels lost heart, captain Collings was sin-binned for a high tackle, and Paignton had the finishing line in their sights. They kept their nerve – crucial – and a 5th penalty for Sandercock on 82m was the icing on the cake.
Not a game for the purist, but an absorbing 80m nevertheless. News came through from the Recreation Ground that Torquay had narrowly lost to Crediton – that confirmed Torquay’s relegation, and Paignton were certainly celebrating as I left, the other results going their way and pushing them up to a final table position of 9th ex 14.
Having travelled down in brilliant sunshine, sparkling off the waves rolling in on Dawlish beach, and up the River Teign estuary with a backdrop of lush green South Devon hills, the return journey was an entirely different matter. The view from the train out into the English Channel at Dawlish was obscured by a rather eerie fog-bank about a mile offshore, backlit by a now hazy sun. As we passed Starcross, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the train windows were pattered with the first rain droplets. After change of trains at St David’s again (time to grab a medium sized cup of coffee from Starbucks - £2.99!
), the lightning display intensified around Honiton and by Axminster, the rain started in earnest. The storm continued to provide a spectacular backdrop as we ploughed back to Dorset, and Mrs O picked me up from the station in a veritable cloud-burst. And it’s just started raining and thundering again as I type this just gone midnight ….
Tribute Western Counties West (Level 7): Paignton RUFC 15 Wadebridge Camels RUFC 3
Admission including programme: £3 – once I managed to track down the guy taking the money, who was in the middle of the patio terrace rather than at the entrance. I had been told on arrival they hadn’t issued anything for today; thankfully that proved to be fake news.
Refreshments: from the barbie, hot dog £2.50; from the hatch in the clubhouse, a rather run-of-the-mill tray of chips £2.
Attendance: hundreds … thousands …. It was a Kids Family Day.
The place was rammed and rockin’, boom box music pumping out from the stand, enough shrieking to drown out the seagulls. All the club-shirted colts teams youngsters were invited to line up before the start to provide a guard of honour – I counted them and that was 56 alone! Seriously, there must have been an attendance of at least 300 overall. Plus another 50 inside the bouncy castle …..