Knockholt Toad Patrols – 2018

Toads will shortly be migrating back to the ponds from which they hatched and emerged last year. From dusk, our patrols (wearing Hi-Viz jackets and using torches), will be attempting to save many of these animals as they cross our dangerous roads. Many are killed when crossing Rushmore Hill, Main Road, and Shelleys Lane, but please inform us of any other locations.

We specially request that motorists slow down from around dusk onwards for the next month to six weeks.

Kent Reptile and Amphibian Group.
P.S. We always welcome new patrol members!

A tribute to Alan Dimbleby

by Sue Short

Today, just before I left on my journey to Aylesford Priory, I heard that our good friend Alan had died. [It seems Alan died after an accident at work.]

He was a family man – loved by his wife and children. I first met Alan at a Residents’ Committee meeting. He greeted me with his wonderful broad grin – I immediately felt at ease.

He was kind and generous with his time. He took me on a tour of Charmwood Farm where he worked. He showed me the bat caves; the best place to view Norsted Manor and the banks and ditches – perhaps the work of a farmer-a farmer just like Alan.

Alan gave guided tours around Charmwood Farm – Pratts Bottom villagers could admire the fields and woods close to their village. He cheerfully showed us wild flowers; long lost footpaths; the new orchard he had planted – he smiled his lovely smile – he was proud – and so were we.

Alan always helped at village fairs, quizes and functions – stacking chairs and tables – he could be relied upon to get things done.

What happens now? Alan would know.

He was simply a lovely man – famous for cracking a corny joke; relied upon to help when help was needed. Within him was something special. Without him we are bereft.

Alan Dimbleby leading a walk on Charmwood Farm in 2008

Alan Dimbleby leading a walk on Charmwood Farm in 2008


That broad grin
Those corny jokes
That made us chuckle and smile
Always a gentle manner
Never abrasive or cruel
He was part of our village
That’s all – that’s all.

Chairs and tables stacked
Spaces cleared
Traffic directed
Tents erected
Part of our village community
That’s all – that’s all.

Bat caves revealed
Banks and ditches shown
Photographs taken
That broad grin again
Part of the fields
Part of the woods
Part of the countryside
That’s all – that’s all.

A family man
A good friend
A loyal worker
Not forgotten that broad grin
Those corny old jokes
Who will make us laugh now?
That’s all – that’s all.

Sue Short, 24 July 2015