By Sandra Morgan, Apr 23 2012 07:10PM
I met a friend walking across the village green and we commented on the state of the grass, strewn as it was with many sticks from the very active rookery in the trees above us. John told me how when he was a child the women in the village would be out collecting the wood in their aprons to start their fires, now I usually pick a bit of kindling up as I walk back from school but I've never seen any one else doing so. In fact I see very few people around at that time; our village, like many others, is pretty empty during the daytime. Then in the evenings, people return from their jobs, close the door and draw the curtains.
Still on the positive side, the lighter nights are encouraging the children back out onto the green for a kick-around, and there is a group of us who would dearly like to buy the now closed village pub to run it as a community facillity. This could be a bit of much needed social glue.
I think I'll have to draw the line at going out in my pinny to collect kindling...