Someone posted a 1909 postcard in our old village Facebook group! This was our house on the right [well, most of it; the part that is thatched here got burned down in a village-boys-with-fireworks incident (one of those boys was later my elderly handyman; the other one owned the village shop) and then rebuilt with more Collyweston stone].

The low wall across the street is the glebe land in front of the new, humble rectory and the old, not at all humble rectory. Next to that will be the 14th century church, cemetery that’s always trying to bust out of its walls into the playground next door, and village hall. Usually it’s 3 rams in the glebe paddock, but in the spring the local farmers puts their triplet, quad, and weak lambs in there to keep an eye on. That was the life.