Things change and very often people fear the worse, not liking the idea that something they have lived with for years will be different.
This poem, going back over twenty years, reflects such a thought. It’s about the change of the Triangle in Teignmouth.
Yet we look at the Triangle now and think how vibrant a place it can be with its outdoor cafes, farmers market, Christmas lights, frequent music etc.
Anyway, here’s the contemporaneous thought of 1993 from Marjorie Whittington’s collection ‘Miscellanea of Happiness”.
What have they done to Teignmouth?
Why have they spoilt our town?
No wonder the folk who live here
Walk round it with a frown.
The charm therein was the Triangle
Where friends would always meet
And admire the stone beds filled with flowers
So colourful – what a treat.
It now is one large flat pavement
Not a flower is in sight
Can’t somebody come to our rescue
And put things back to right.
(Marjorie Whittington, 1993)
and with the farmers’ market …..