The Village get together …

The idea of a village get together had been banded about the village for some time, some in favour saying “Just what we need”, other more hesitant due to Covid, but last Saturday saw it come to life.

I’d trundled into town early as I had my flu jab at 09.15. Not option but to trundle as no buses at that time. But it was a pleasant mild morning. Coming home from the shop, paper under her arm I chatted to a neighbour. She keep hens in her garden and I often find the egg fairy has been and left me 6 freshly laid eggs.

Simon had obviously just been to feed the ducks as they were all scrabbling about on the grass

Some had had their fill and were snuggled down for a snooze

On towards the Westwood; early morning golfers starting their rounds in the shadow of the black mill

I was then stopped in my tracks by two of the town cows having stopped to lick someone car 🤣…maybe the cold metal was a pleasant taste on their tongues 😂

I could hear the geese before I could see them, high in the sky on their long migration flight maybe

One final sight before reaching town….or maybe it was the song I heard first….my favourite bird, the Robin, singing his morning song…😍

The queue for the flu jab was long but moving fast. I was actually disappointed when I was allocated a doctor for my turn…doctore always hurt giving jabs, whereas nurses are more experienced, doing it everyday. Needless to say, the doctor hurt me; never had a flu jab hurt so much before 🙄

Back home on the first bus, villagers getting off to do their shopping, but I was heading home. A committee had been formed to organise the village party. It was to be on the playing field, the field where I take photos of the village cricket team.

One of them had popped by my house to buy some calendars and promised me a table. Pip was helping me and was going to bring hers but thankfully it wasn’t needed.

It was a good job Pip had offered to help me as I slowly, over the week, got two more ideas. As well as my calendars, I decided to take some books to sell as well, just in case. Then I thought of a raffle 🤔. I could raffle 3 of the American hardback versions. Pip was making the signs and each day I’d add an extra one for her to write 🤣

Pip picked me up as planned at 2.40 as the afternoon was starting at 3…I was only going to take one box full but Pip suggested we put another in the boot just in case……it was overcast but warm so no chance of sunstroke 🤣…Scooby was of course patiently in the car waiting for us

Everything was being set up when we got there and they’d already put a table out ready for me and even put a cloth on it 😍..

I soon decided the raffle wasn’t going to work and my books were selling well so I just added the 3 American versions to the pile. 

Pip knows EVERYONE and people came and went and chatted

I was overwhelmed by the lovely comments people gave me about my calendar. Some were being sent all over the world to children who had grown up in the village and who now lived in far off lands ❤️, how amazing is that 😳…

Jane who owns the village Ginery was doing a roaring trade from her converted horse box

The Prosecco girls had brought a huge bucket filled with ice and bottles

And Matt who had organised it all along with the amazing background army was manning the barbecue

The pre school ladies had a fabulous sweet, cake and tombola stall

And inside, teas and homemade cakes were being snapped up as well as the village ice cream van doing a roaring trade with children and adults alike.. Two bouncy castles had been hired for the children to bounce away their excess energy

The cricket field is so big that no one was crowded – everyone had brought camping chairs and were just sitting chatting enjoying the wonderful live music by three different artists…

At one point is started to drizzle and umbrellas appeared, but thankfully it only lasted a few minutes and nothing was going to dampen peoples spirits…

After 2 or 3 hours, I suddenly felt exhausted by the wonder of it all. Scooby had sat content and happy between me and Pip the whole time. As long as one of us was giving him a cuddle he had all he needed…

Thankfully Pip offered to take me and my few left overs back home as it was just coming to the time of day I’m not comfortable walking on my own. The half light creating allowing dementia to create unsavoury illusions. 

But what a wonderful day….what a wonderful village I live in…. And what wonderful villagers reside there….heaven..

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

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