James Marston: Does anyone have a He-Man-style power sword or a battle cat?

James Marston Inside Woolpit Museum, the smallest museum in Suffolk. Museum Chairman Elizabeth Cock

James Marston Inside Woolpit Museum, the smallest museum in Suffolk. Museum Chairman Elizabeth Cockayne - Credit: Lucy Taylor

My sister Claire – she’s the one who wants to marry a farmer with 4,000 acres, Aga kitchen and a weak pulse – and I have been invited to a team building weekend.

I’m not keen; not because I don’t like canoeing, building things out of rubber bands and wooden pallets and teamwork – which I don’t – but because it involves a fancy dress dinner.

Apparently we have got to go as our “childhood heroes”.

She wants to go as Wonderwoman but can’t find any satin tights let alone an invisible plane, and her second choice – The Incredible Hulk – doesn’t seem appropriate.

Anyway, I thought I might go as either Margaret Thatcher ? I was a strange boy – or He-Man, but I can’t find a power sword let alone a battle cat anywhere or, in fact, anyone who knows what I am talking about. But if you have any suggestions let me know.

As regular readers will know, I often leave the confines of Felixstowe, where I have a small flat with sea views (distant), for the wider Suffolk countryside.

This week I found myself heading west to the much sought after and rather picturesque village of Woolpit.

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I was there to visit the museum – among the smallest in Suffolk – to hear about this year’s exhibition about men who served but survived the First World War and what happened to them afterwards.

While I was there chatting to the museum’s chairman of trustees, Elizabeth, I was quite interested to hear about the green children legend – and as it happened my plain-speaking-photographer-friend Lucy vaguely remembered doing something at school about them. Is it really true that some of their descendants can still be found in the village? I suspect not.

It seems, however, that these children were Flemish refugees and the girl (the boy died) was so awkward she had to be married off and sent to King’s Lynn – obviously something of a punishment in those days.

While there I added Woolpit church to my list of visited Suffolk churches and had a nose inside, where I met the vicar who was preparing for a mid-week service. I also managed a trip to Nowton Park in Bury St Edmunds to hear about social enterprise Realise Futures, which runs the café and the nursery. Despite my disappointment that the council charges for parking ? what a cheek! – I was impressed with not just the daffodil display but also the work of Realise Futures in the community.

In other news my friend Suzanne – she’s a Felixstowe-based playwright – tells me tickets have gone on sale for her latest play, entitled Shakespeare in Suffolk, which opens later this month at venues across Suffolk. For tickets call the box office on 01394 279613.