Sunday, November 29, 2009

In the shadow of...

I am beginning to suspect that the plans to move the household lock stock and barrel to Ocean Grove may have received a set back in the form of the Grand Auditorium, and the related mores of the surrounding town. Whereas the idea of no drunken weekend summer revelers is a pretty pleasant one ... a dry town? With a huge summer encampment of Methodists, living in a hundred plus little beach huts with tents in front of them, each one looking rather as though it ought to be on an English allotment, sitting at the back of a plot of potatoes and brussel sprouts? 6,000 plus worshippers at a time? outings of massed choirs? in this extraordinary 1894 building that looks like the Globe Theatre on steroids - though with such delights inside (must come back in summer to see them) as a 1916 star spangled banner with undulating electric lights.

Somehow - cute though all the Victorian houses are - this mightn't work. They ban access to the beach on Sunday mornings. They used, indeed, to ban cars on Sundays, which must have been quite a nightmare, especially since very few houses (another problematic aspect of the place) have off-street parking. So I think the dream home within walking distance of the beach will have to be a little further south...

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