Little Bunting is a tiny village, deep in the heart of Lincolnshire.
The village school, the blacksmith, grocery shop, butcher's shop and draper's have long since gone, as has the post office.
We have a friendly village pub and a tiny village hall, so there is still some sense of community.
On special occasions Little Bunting has even been known to 'get out the bunting' as everyone gathers on the village green to catch up with friends, eat, drink and play silly games, but these times are rare.
It is such a sleepy kind of place that when the nearby watermill peacocks go walkabout, a phone call results in their keeper coming along on his scooter to round them up - and they obediently stroll along the road and back to where they belong.
Tiny cottages and this beautiful dovecot are just two of the places which I see on my daily walks.
Butterbump Splash is where the lovely historic watermill may be found, and Dovecot Dell is home to this wonderful old dovecot.
These three very small villages are separated by just a couple of meadows, so gatherings generally include people from all of them, and even then numbers are low.
A couple of weeks ago a piece of paper was placed in our mailbox, it read: Tea and Cakes, Village Hall, Monday 9th May 2pm.
That was it.
I had no idea who had sent it, who was baking the cakes, doing the organising, or whether anyone would attend.
This photograph pretty much shows the whole of our village hall - I did say it is tiny - this was one of our village shows. Of course the bunting came out then too.
No bunting today, though.
But as I approached the village hall I could hear the murmur of several voices, which was encouraging. I went inside to find a dozen people, including a couple of men, sipping tea, munching on delicious cakes.
Village elder, Joan, had made them, a wonderful fruit loaf, a chocolate cake and a fabulous Victoria Sponge Sandwich. It was a shame that the utilitarian cups and saucers had been selected, it would have been so much nicer to drink from the best ones and the cake certainly merited such company.
Still, given that I ended up doing the washing-up perhaps it was just as well!
It was good to catch up with old friends and to meet some of the new people.
So Little Bunting's Village Hall is back in business again, for now.