An ode to the little village

Today we are giving love to the whole village

When you live in a village small enough to fit into your pocket, it isn’t surprising when you get used to everything around you. I grew up in a village with nothing more than a pub, a church and a village hall. Everybody knew me and I knew everybody, if not by name then by face. I would smile and say good morning to the neighbour three doors down and ex…