I’m sure nobody really cherishes the thought of living across the road from a building site, but at the time of writing it seems our pleasantly quiet agricultural village is being developed by people who seem set upon turning the place into a bustling hub, a commercial centre serving parishes for miles around,
Apart from building a multimillion pound something or other slap bang in the middle of the village for the benefit of all (it remains to be seen who exactly ‘all’ is) there are also two blocks of flats being built just across the road. Gone are the trees and flowers of the house opposite. Instead of bright early morning sunshine flooding the breakfast table I will have to get used to living in the shadows of some architect’s dream.
