...and it was a glorious sunny Devon winter Thursday afternoon, with a fantastic sunset over Dartmoor, leading to a cool 6 degree night...
..and still they came, queued and cast their votes...
...and they walked, pedal cycle, came by mobility scooter, motor cycled, the less mobile were assisted, with one little tacker pushed in a wheel barrow...
...and they came at the end of the school day, before work, after tea, after dinner, and after their shift...
...and they queued and they voted...
...and they smiled, laughed, chatted, greeted their neighbours...
...and they queued and voted...
...the television filmed, the press interviewed and took photographs...
...and still they queued and voted...
...and the queue stretch out of the front door and down the road and around the corner...
...and still they queued and voted...
...the poll closed...
...and the Returning Officer and team counted the votes, and declared the result...
...and the Mayor thanked the Returning Officer and counting officers...
...and then they all went home...
...and the caretaker switched off the lights, closed the windows, shut the front door...
...and went home...
...the end...
...and...
...and some random thoughts...
This is the second Parish Poll since 2010 held in recent years in Teignbridge - the other Dawlish regarding the Manor House http://www.teignbridge.gov.uk/CHttpHandler.ashx?id=24003&p=0
We take for granted our democratic right to vote, or not to vote, because that is also our democratic right. Interesting. The oldest voter I understand was 101 years old. Which means that when this resident was born, women did not have the right to vote. It was not until the Representation of the People Act 1918 that this would happen. The youngest voters were new on the electoral roll in October 2011 at 18, voting for the first time.
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