James Marston: Finally getting to grips with the loom band craze

Have you got a loom band?

Have you got a loom band? - Credit: Archant

Have you got a loom band?

My plain-speaking-photographer-friend Lucy made me one. It’s green and blue for my wrist apparently and she wants to see me wearing it.

I’m not sure about rubber as an accessory as a rule but I’ll give it a go.

Of course, this loom business isn’t exactly a new craze but I have noticed the older I get the farther away I find myself from the latest fashions.

Though I’ve listened to The Archers since I was 17, so there’s a strong argument I’ve never really been able to embrace the zeitgeist anyway.

Indeed, regular readers will know I sometimes find myself railing against popular things like music in shops, badly behaved children, X Factor and so-called social media. Though I did find myself up close and personal with modern technology - a wind turbine. It was very impressive and rather put my in mind of that TV programme The Tripods - does anyone remember that show?

Anyway this week my faith in human nature was restored in the Suffolk village of Redgrave.

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I’d never been out that way much before I’m afraid, though my mother’s grandmother’s family – she had the surname Bailey - came from one of the Rickinghalls apparently.

I was very impressed by Redgrave, it is very picturesque and English and I rather took to it.

The village shop, so often an amenity lost to many rural communities, is run by a team of villagers all keen to foster the community spirit. They were a very friendly bunch and everyone knew each other. Suffolk has lots of lovely communities like this and I often feel lucky that I get to see them first hand.

By the time I made it back to Felixstowe, where I enjoy the benefit of a small flat with sea views (distant), I’d been in the car almost three hours and not left the county.

On part of my Suffolk travels I also visited our county town to take a Horrible History walk – in somewhat heavy rain – organised by the Ipswich tourist information centre and a lady called Lois.

Lois explained to me and a group of mums, dads, grandparents and youngsters - some of the more gory details of Ipswich’s past.

Did you know the town’s Corn Hill was used for executions and the like? And where those trees stand was once a shambles – where meat was sold and animals were slaughtered in medieval times - and would have been running with blood?

Its enough to put you off a cheese scone.

I wonder what our ancestors would have thought of rubber bracelets.