Village Life

I have lived in three villages, and they could not be more different.
The first was when I was married to my first husband, and we purchased a new property in what was at the time the largest village in Dorset.
Less than three years later we sold for a substantial profit, and purchased another new property at the other end of said village. It didn’t matter. The marriage still failed, but that was nothing to do with village life.

A year later, I moved to another village 75 miles away and lived there for almost 8 years.
I was known as the girl who played the piano for the first couple of years, then people got to know me through the darts leagues. The fact that I always stood my round and could add up without a calculator (no such thing as electronic scoreboards in those days) made me very popular with the lads.
I always imagined living in a village would be quaint and personal, but this one took ‘personal’ to another level as everyone seemed to be having affairs with everyone else’s partner and sexual abuse in families was not uncommon.
Another failed relationship, and I left in 1989 to return to my roots.

Fast forward to house hunting in 2007, when Hubby and I bought the cottage. We lived there for 7 years, our property originally being the village school built in 1847.
The village was tiny, no school, no pub, post office, shop or church. People kept themselves to themselves, but it wasn’t until they realised that the black and white dog that never entered the fields belonged to us, and we were not related to our next door neighbours (who were not exactly popular with ANYONE), that people started to talk to us.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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8 Responses to Village Life

  1. Ian Kay says:

    Differences is what makes villages special, especially if, like me, you were brought up in suburbia which is more or less all the same, all over.
    This is our second village home and is a lot different from the first time.

  2. Carol anne says:

    sounds like fun Di! Village life I mean it sounds so nice!

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Village life can often be far from idilic 💜

  4. I never met a village I didn’t like. They’re always shy and suspicious of newcomers but, in very little time, I’ve felt accepted and comfortable. 😉

  5. murisopsis says:

    The smaller the town the more everyone is in everyone else’s business!

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