The village feast is a charity function, we have a hospice in the area which the village raises funds for, so although the meal was free there was a bowl at the door as you went out to put donations in. You never know when you might need their services, so we were pleased to have been able to go along and support the hospice.
Our village is a very old one, mentioned in the Doomsday book, there are a number of families who have lived in and around the village for generations. More recently farms have sold land for development, and in a couple of cases old houses have been demolished to make way for new ones. They were too expensive for locals, hence the commuter bit. People who wanted village life but work in nearby towns came in. We do not want to be 'king of the pile' just be recognised as residents in the village.
When we walk down to the post office people speak, 'hello' or 'nice day' but thats it, no other contact. We thought by entering the show and going to the feast it would allow us to meet new people. I am afraid I am not very good at going up to people and saying 'I am .... who are you?'
The chap who laid our turf said he had been in the village for 20 years and was just about classed as a villager. I of course, did upset the locals somewhat by walking off with the prize's in the village show....tough, I entered something I had made and it won so........we live in the village and as far as possible contribute to the economy of the village by using local tradesmen. OK I do not do my shopping at the village shop, its too expensive and the stock is very limited, but we can and do patronise the post office on the basis of 'use it or lose it'. I have also been known to buy the odd thing from the shop in an emergency.
I know, having been brought up in a village, that villagers can and are very insular and parochial, but they should also be open to welcome new people, especially those who want to, and do, contribute to village life. It is a favourite soap box of mine having received the same treatment in East Linton when we lived there.
Better get off my soap box now.
Its a fine but chilly morning. DB is muttering about gardening, I am saying nothing........
I need to sort out a dessert. I thought I might resurrect my pastry making skills and make a bakewell tart or something similar. It was last Christmas when I last made pastry for mince pies. I could do with a couple of pastry cases in the freezer for quiche. I also need to clean out and relay the fire for tonight. I usually light it around supper time.
I am crackered, have just spent the most of the morning baking. Scones, bakewell tart, 2 pastry cases to put in the freezer, a mincemeat turnover and a lemon drizzle cake!! DB has been in the garden, its a lovely clear but cold day although its not cold in the bungalow with the sun coming in through the front window. It helps to keep the sitting and bedroom warm.
Feet up for the rest of the afternoon, have the supper on automatic pilot, the chicken legs I jointed from the chicken last week.