The condition of the roundabout on the children’s play area in the village has deteriorated through age, to the stage where its continued use has been called into question. The Parish Council is actively seeking to have the roundabout repaired or replaced.
This evening, a member of the Parish Council and a volunteer attempted to remove the defective parts for repair, but they found that this was not going to be possible without the use of a mechanical lift.
The roundabout has been left in a safe state, albeit with the central pillar removed and tape applied around it to discourage usage, until this can be arranged later this week.
In the meantime, it would be very much appreciated if parents could ask their children not to use the roundabout until it has been fully repaired.
If anyone has any questions, please contact Matt Harrison.
Many thanks, on behalf of the Parish Council.
PARWICH.ORG 
Swings,roundabouts & slides, we never ad nowt like that when I were a lad we ad to make us own entertainment.We were lucky enough to ave a day at Blackpool once a year though but by eck it were a bloomin long walk from Bradford. when we finally got there me dad let us ave a ride on t’donkey, poor things knees were buckling there were eight of us y’know. We ad sand butties for lunch me mam said we needed roughage. Grannie put er knittin down pecked er Woodbine and got up out of th’ deckchair ,she ad a good stretch and took a deep breath,’ eeee!’ she said you can’t beat Blackpool this sea air works wonders for me chest’,then she dropped down dead. Me dad were so overcome e ad to go t’pub ,we all dug a big ole int ‘sand and buried er,I put some flags and one of them whirlygigs on top, it were going round like th’clappers, .next thing this mangy old dog came over and cocked is leg on t’grave ,me mam said ‘such is life’ she were very stoical dos’t know.
Grandad ad got that far away look in is eyes again,e wandered off down t’beach wavin is walking stick in th’air ‘ hold the line Monty ‘ e shouted ‘im on my way’ ,e were one of them Desert Rats in’t war dost know, we never saw im again. me brothers and sisters ad found this big round thing wi spikes all oe’r it washed up on’t beach,no sooner ad they started bashin the spikes wi spades than there were an almighty explosion that showered us wi sand and left a ruddy great big ole ,a million seagulls must ave got airborne wi bang.
I bloody well hate Blackpool ‘said me mam shakin sand out of er air ‘lets get off ome son’.