It is all too easy, at the moment, to swear at the news. Why not, after all, here comes another upset for many, as Christmas plans dissolve into the destruction of more plans. You may be forced into staying here, at home, if you’re really lucky, you may be forced to sit in front of the fire and enjoy a friend’s Christmas with them! You won’t, as I did once, sit in a corridor, on a long distance train with all those merry, sticky beer cans travelling your way, as, yet again, there is no coffee available and if you are really lucky, a heavy breather will join you, of the male gender, and impose his drunken conversation on you until he alights the train. Of course, that assumes that there is a train. How stupid of me. If you are a mother, you can spend a delightful time in A&E at an unknown hospital with a child with a bit missing until it is restored. That might not be possible either!
Stay here. Never forget that this is probably one of the best communities that you can live in. It doesn’t matter if there is a postal strike, your friends and neighbours deliver cards by hand and if you are the one delivering cards, you are very likely to be invited in for a drink
Talking of drink, The Globe is looking splendid. It looks even better than usual. Peter spent an excellent evening there last Friday celebrating his birthday with a hearty meal and a pint (or two). Dear Josie had decided that The Globe was easy to get to. It is so local and every year there literally are so many decorations in there that you can’t count all the Santas. The Globe is situated opposite our local church, which, incidentally, is worth a visit in its own right. The choral singing at Christmas is magnificent. It usually makes me cry! In the summer, however, the church wall is festooned with locals on a Friday night out. They are celebrating the weekend with singing and their own musical instruments. It’s a community thing. It is simply joyous and the singing and music are glorious!
Down at Blacks, Chris and Catherine are doing their stuff. There is glorious food to take away and enjoy over Christmas. Chris is making his special sausage rolls again this Christmas. They are worth the year’s wait for the delight that they are. Peter and Wesley will have their eye on a pork pie or two, perhaps, a third one later? Sitting outside of Blacks, Peter, Jim, Noel and I will enjoy one last Monday before the great event. We’ll have a coffee or two and have the chance to wish friends a merry time as they pass by.
At home, we continue to burn John Hooper’s logs, which are dry and warm in the log burner. Peter has the kettle on top and there will be some soup later. This is how we used the fire last winter, when the electricity was off for four days. Of course, Peter and Duncan found the line down before anyone from the electricity people even got around to looking for it. It’s what we have to do out here. We still await that great broadband experience!
Peter and I reflect on the year and enjoy looking back. Of course, nothing is perfect. We will miss the local people, who we have passed on this year. Noel has buried some wonderful friends of the community, but we won’t forget them. There was so much to remember.
We have had unforgettable moments with friends. Our friend, the building site manager came around and had a well earned rest over a cup of tea and cake. His conversation is always interesting and knowledgable. In the summer, friends came and had tea and cake under the apple tree. What a lovely time we had when Kate and James unexpectedly arrived and we had cake and sparkling wine to celebrate the Queen’s last Jubilee. Most wonderful for us, was meeting my first cousin, who lives in America, for the first time in a while. Best of all, her son, his wife and and their new baby are living close enough for us to visit, or for them to visit us and Josie and Wesley. When my cousin left Britain, we were both small children. What a joy it was to meet her husband too. What a treat to end the year! We have been so fortunate.
If we didn’t live here, all of us would miss Meldon Hill, how it overshadows the village with its stark beauty and moods. Last week, Peter and I walked Meldon with Josie’s dog (Millie). The sun was setting and the light was remarkable everywhere that we looked. A house had a fire in, which swept its smoke in a wondrous pattern. There was the odd bonfire in the distance. The horses were tall and strong, eating the grass, which was growing there. We took the dog home, and, already, there were decorations going up in New Street.
So to all our neighbours and our friends, some of whom live far away, we would like to wish you all A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS. THIS IS OUR CHRISTMAS CARD TO YOU. If you are forced to stay around at Christmas, we are all here for you and we will give you as good a time as we can manage, whatever is going on elsewhere.
Foot notes
Wesley came and helped us finish erecting the Greenhouse just before the really cold weather. Wesley and Josie have been our great joy all year. They keep an eye, from a short distance on what the olds are up to and sometimes, quite rightly, we are reprimanded.
Summer is easier. They are usually, doing their bit at the swimming pool, so the “olds” can be up ladders, painting the house and all sorts while they are there!
Words by Sue
Pictures by Peter
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