O thought I!
What a beautiful thing
God has made the winter to be
by stripping the trees
and letting us see
their shapes and forms.
What a freedom does it seem
to give to the storms.
Dorothy Wordsworth (1771 – 1855)
When the leaves were on the poplars and limes over the road I couldn’t see the new homes being built on the far side of the burial ground. Now the trees are bare and I can see the first chalet bungalow growing, the roof is getting done – they’ve had to work in some really wet weather. I’m glad they only got permission for two facing onto the road rather than a small estate of nine which was the first application. There are enough new homes being built on greenspaces everywhere without building next to an historic church and graveyard. They’ve actually stopped building on new estates in nearby Bacton village because they can’t sell the ones they have built.
I’m disappointed that the unused part of the burial ground between the trees and the new bungalow has been tidied so much. There have been people doing community payback there every Saturday morning for months. Whereas once I saw partridges, pheasants, lots of small birds and insects and even a muntjac deer in the long grass and under the trees now there is nothing. I’d love to tell them that neat and tidy isn’t always good.
(Just finished a small quirky book with a good story and bits where you have to smile. ‘What Hetty Did’ by J.L Carr. Worth looking up . People will like it if they like quirky but others will say it’s just silly. Same man wrote the more well known ‘ A Month in the Country’)
Back Tomorrow
Sue
