Welcome to a regular feature of Plymouth History Festival 2020 – the Friday Quiz! Challenge yourself and your friends and see who gets the highest score, with fiendish questions and challenges posed by our contributors. Questions will be put out on a Friday evening, with the answers coming out the following morning at 10am.
Our first challenge is a wordsearch from Devon Family History Society In the following story are hidden the names of at least 33 places or districts in and around Plymouth. In each case the spelling is correct, but punctuation intervenes sometimes to cause confusion and should be ignored. Can you spot them all?
A DEVON PORTRAIT
Outside the big stone house, a sign depicting a bull pointed me to the butcher’s shop within. Should I have beef for dinner, or turkey, ham? It must be fresh, as ham in tins I detest, it’s fit only for that revolting cat Ted owns next door! Or should I have a nice piece of mutton covered in gravy?
I chose my meat, but when I came to pay, I queried the amount wisely as it happened, as I had been overcharged by a penny. Crossly I paid and picked up my penny. “Come quick”, my neighbour Ted shouted, “the royal parade is about to begin.” I made my way towards the sound of the band of the East Bude Auxiliaries, which was playing a martial air as they marched along.
Ted, who remains tone-deaf, would have preferred his music to have a tamer tone! A pair of camels headed the carnival procession, on one float some acrobats performing back-flips on and off a sleigh amused the children. On another were some capering devils pointing mocking fingers.
Ted had, after spending several years in Berne, settled down here to enjoy gardening. He is seldom seen without the hoe or spade in his hands as tokens of his enthusiasm. He specialises in rhubarb. I can’t recall ever having tasted better, and I’ll gladly give the man name, address and phone number of anyone who’d like to try some. He regards this city as the jewel in England’s crown, hills to the north, prospects of woods and the sea to the south. Ways he finds of relaxing, as he greatly enjoys the sense of freedom. Fields of corn, wooded hills and moorland stretching for mile after mile – houses nowhere to be seen – affords him pleasure.
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