One of the things I really enjoy about village life is the Coffee Mornings, usually run by a hardy group of ladies who enjoy doing this sort of thing. We have one in our village over the Winter on the first Saturday in each month and it is always well-attended. My friend W always calls for me and we go together. For me, as I live outside the village, it is the only time I get to see some of the folk I know.
But I often also go with a group of friends to such events as this at a nearby village of Constable Burton. In Victorian times almost the entire village belonged to the 'Lord of the Manor' but gradually over the years parts of it have been sold off. It is a pretty little village and is the next village along the valley through which our little beck flows.
Yesterday three of us, thanks to W (who collected us), went to the Coffee morning the the Village Hall. The Hall itself is lovely, fairly newly refurbished and with a huge selection of books which you can browse and buy cheaply. But what makes this really special for me at any rate, is the trouble that is taken to dress the tables beautifully. Every table has a hand-made cloth on it, some lace, some crocheted and some embroidered. All the tea pots are pretty ones and the cups are china cups. There was the added treat yesterday of toasted tea cakes with raspberry jam.
Opposite the Village Hall is the village green, which slopes down to the beck (our beck) and which has blossom trees - beautiful earlier in the year.
It was a lovely morning.
Today the farmer is walking. I have a long list of jobs - a piece of writing for our Writers' meeting this week; the VAT return for the business; two loads of washing (the forecast for tomorrow is for pouring rain all day); a baby's cardigan I have knitted which needs finishing off; a new Henning Mankell mystery to read; Tess to walk; lunch to get (I intend to invite my son and his wife who have just come back from a week away). So I am not short of things to do.
Have a nice day.