Little Bunting school was closed a few years ago.
Mrs Read, who was the village schoolmistress, lives directly opposite the old school yard gate. She is well into her 80's now and still has the power to make grown men quake with just one look!
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| image borrowed from internet. |
Mrs Read, who was the village schoolmistress, lives directly opposite the old school yard gate. She is well into her 80's now and still has the power to make grown men quake with just one look!
When we first moved to the village, almost a decade ago, I noticed that, apart from a couple of her contemporaries, people tended to give her a wide berth at village pub parties. Of course, at the time I knew nothing at all about who she was, she was simply an elderly woman, sitting at a table nursing a port and lemon.
I can't bear to see people in isolation, while a party is happening all around them, so I went over and began chatting with her. Over the years we have gradually moved onto first name terms and have discovered that we both enjoy painting (she is far more skilled than I shall ever be) and various crafts.
She is also a mine of information when it comes to local history, particularly that of Dovecote Dell, a tiny hamlet across the fields from Little Bunting. Her childhood home was a large manor house, now demolished, although the moat, dovecote and 16th century hall still remain and are located in the middle of a farmyard.
My daily walks talk me through the farmyard and I love to ponder on the history of the place.
Mrs Read and I were chatting the other day when she happened to mention that back in 1953 her wedding reception was held in the hall which is protected and listed, but now used as a barn. I know it looks rather a messy patchwork, but those walls speak of so much history and change, I really like them.
For her wedding reception the hall was decorated, straw bales were installed for seating, and a jolly time was had by all.
I'm hoping that Mrs Read may be able to find up a photograph or two, in which case (if she will permit) I'll share them with you.
Her mother used to tell people that clearing up afterwards took minimal work because they simply let the hens in to eat the leftovers.
Old age is relative and I'm sure that I appear even older than Mrs Read did to me, but at village parties I am extremely fortunate, for the two best-looking and interesting young men (who live in Dovecote Dell) are kind enough to come and chat to me. I'm not complaining! ;-)
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| image borrowed from internet |
I can't bear to see people in isolation, while a party is happening all around them, so I went over and began chatting with her. Over the years we have gradually moved onto first name terms and have discovered that we both enjoy painting (she is far more skilled than I shall ever be) and various crafts.
She is also a mine of information when it comes to local history, particularly that of Dovecote Dell, a tiny hamlet across the fields from Little Bunting. Her childhood home was a large manor house, now demolished, although the moat, dovecote and 16th century hall still remain and are located in the middle of a farmyard.
My daily walks talk me through the farmyard and I love to ponder on the history of the place.
Mrs Read and I were chatting the other day when she happened to mention that back in 1953 her wedding reception was held in the hall which is protected and listed, but now used as a barn. I know it looks rather a messy patchwork, but those walls speak of so much history and change, I really like them.
For her wedding reception the hall was decorated, straw bales were installed for seating, and a jolly time was had by all.
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| borrowed from the natural wedding co. |
I'm hoping that Mrs Read may be able to find up a photograph or two, in which case (if she will permit) I'll share them with you.
Her mother used to tell people that clearing up afterwards took minimal work because they simply let the hens in to eat the leftovers.
Old age is relative and I'm sure that I appear even older than Mrs Read did to me, but at village parties I am extremely fortunate, for the two best-looking and interesting young men (who live in Dovecote Dell) are kind enough to come and chat to me. I'm not complaining! ;-)
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