Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
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Driving past a place that I have driven past before, I realised that I had never really seen it. Noticed, yes, but never properly seen. A place so quintessentially English with it’s old-fashioned village green, church and pond.
Our world of grey, of depressingly cancelled pre-Christmas delight, of tiers and bubbles and of no physical contact, is feeling today exactly as it looks.
It becomes the focus of my positivity or general frustration, perhaps even more so when all around seems confused and unclear.
The vicar without dog collar was not the only local who took some time out of their day to make us feel very welcome and we both reacted positively. A great reference for a small town surviving, one feels, on a steady stream of visitors looking to take in a little history with their tea and cake.