The village near our farm is about 5 minutes away. It is one of those “blink and you will miss it” type villages. We have a couple of churches, a 2 teacher school, a recreation ground, a post office, and the Memorial hall. These days only one of the churches is used as a church, and the others have been converted into residences, and the only thing you can purchase is a postage stamp.
If you were to drive through, you would guess that maybe 40 people live in the village. Like most villages however, there is actually a lot more people who live in and around it.
On Sunday night we went to the community carols night in the hall. Like all good country events, it begins with a shared meal. Generally the call goes out for “ladies, bring a plate” which I find hilarious (apparently men are incapable of catering). With so many good cooks the spread was fantastic. The girls thought they had hit the jackpot. There were lots of sandwiches, cakes, profiteroles, fruit platters, meatballs, homemade sausage rolls, (and more and more and more!).
After dinner, we were all given a handout with the carol words. The local primary school students, began by playing their guitars (17 guitars!) and singing several songs. Then we all sang all the good old songs. There would have been 200 people in the hall (I told you looks can be deceptive) and we all stood and sang Joy to the world, Hark the herald angels sing, Mary’s boy child, and many others. It was fantastic. The whole community sang together as one.
We sat up the back and joined in. It will take some time to settle into the community and our new life, but on Sunday night, I saw what I am looking for, for my kids. I want them to grow up connected to their community. I want people outside my family to look out for and be interested in them. The Country Boy has always called this village home, despite having moved away 20 years ago. To me, I will probably always call the mountains “home”, but I would be quite happy if my kids call our village “home”