The Parish Meeting; Well you would never pick me to write up the minutes, my instinct to measure and judge what is being said is not what is required.
So yesterday evening in the church at an informal meeting as to the proposed wedding venue at the farm over the bridge I veered from saying bravo to the farmer's wife for starting out on such a gamble and yet siding with all those people who said that noise and traffic would be the death of the village.
The opposing factor have built up half a dozen vocal contributors. Starting with a very good speech, by our terrorist specialist, who said when he came back from abroad, he did not want the tranquil silence when sitting out in his garden to be broken by loud music. Yet several of of the opponents owned holiday cottages on their land, so businesses were conducted in the village.
My attention focused on the farmers there, R, whose farm is at the top of the hill stood by the wedding venue idea, another faction of this farming family were opposed to it.
Defending one's point of view is a very emotional act, you need to calm down and act with tolerance, this is what the first speaker had done, setting the tone. So very English of course, watching this adjustment of local farmers to suburban incomers into a village, that was not so long ago a place of self-sufficiency. The cry went up what about house prices? And being the socialist that I am cursed this obsession with money, but there again it stretches to territory as well.
The majority decision at the last meeting had been that people had accepted the wedding venue, or indeed had no opinion on it. So where did we arrive at last night, well the planning officer had accepted the restructuring of the barns, tomorrow I think it will go through at a council meeting.
11 0 clock is the time called for music to stop in line with the pub, car parking is still an issue, bat and owl boxes would be put in place. No balloons or those silly floating lanterns that do damage to birds. Yes it is arguing about the nitty-gritty which ended it all. One speech, three minutes long, is all the opponents have at the council meeting which seems a bit unfair. But they have all sent emails of objections.
|Our village in 1950|
When out selling tickets on Sunday for the Carvery, I talked to one of the people in those cottages. He asked me how A had got on painting the ceiling. I had felt embarrassed a bit about choosing her to do the job and not him, as he was also a decorator. but he said he did not mind at all and had actually taught A at Leeds and was interested in her work, well I gave her a glowing reference....