One of the nice traditions which has grown up in our village is the monthly Coffee Morning, held on the first Saturday in each month during the Winter.
I usually go with my friend, W, and her dog - Sophie. She is good to go with as she lives in the heart of the village itself, whereas I live a mile outside down a country lane. This means that she can tell me who's who as they come in through the door. That way I meet a few new folk each month!
This month I heard on the grapevine that K (a lady with a reputation for good baking) had baked some quiches for the cake stall, so I managed to get there just as the village hall door opened at 10am - and I immediately bought a quiche. That means half my baking done for the weekend - so thank-you K.
Sadly my dear friend, M, who usually does the raffle, was in hospital and so unable to be there. However, it was run efficiently by two other friends, D and J, and I even won a prize.
Just as important as the coffee and biscuits (and the cake stall) is the chance to have a chat with various people I rarely see. Our village has recently suffered severely from flooding, with many of the houses badly affected. Alright, by Hurricane Sandy's passage down the East Coast of America, our flooding was nothing. But if it has done anything good it is that it has brought the village together with a community spirit. What we would call the Dunkirk Spirit I think.
Back home lunch cooked, a walk round the fields with the farmer and Tess, a decision as to where we intend to go for Sunday lunch for my birthday (The Grantley Arms, as it happens but more about that tomorrow) and now it is time to catch up on a few blogs - I always enjoy that.