Probably the most attractive things in our little village - are the village signposts!
The train is there because we had a railway station until Dr Beeching closed the line down.
The horse, the blacksmith and anvil are shown because up until a year or two ago we still had a working village blacksmith.
Then we have two horses ploughing a field - around here is all farmland; battered old horse shoes (probably made by our very own blacksmith) still occasionally turn up in the fields.
I know many of you have heard some of this before, but this is for the benefit of my new readers, to set the scene... the village is very small, no shops now, the school has closed and the church was demolished in the 1600's, we still have a family-run village pub though.
Fair to say it was a lively place.
Up until a couple of years ago we used to have a wonderful Village Show and a Christmas Bazaar. Alas, even they have fizzled out now due to lack of support.
All is not lost, however...
Once a month the hall comes to life, okay, it may be merely an echo of times past, but we do our best.
Some of the older residents of the village meet there, to have a chat, eat cake, drink tea, and share some laughter.
Occasionally we will have a guest speaker, or a craft demonstration of some kind, most often we make our own entertainment. Our local history buff sometimes bring along a collection of documents, photographs, booklets and leaflets of some kind and tells us what he has learned. It is always interesting.
His theme on Monday was Butlins holiday camps!
Just a few miles further along the coast from us, is Skegness - site of the very first Butlins holiday camp, opened in 1936. Part of the reason Billy Butlin chose the site was because Skegness was easily accessed by train from London. One or two of the group recalled family holidays there, they had a wonderful time, shared lots of happy memories.
We sobered up a little, later.
My lovely Miss Read (retired village school teacher) confided that she is no longer able to drive, can scarcely see to read, even with magnifiers and lights; she has blind spots and a very limited field of vision. She will soon be registered blind.
I have a feeling that our little meetings, and the bonds of friendship which have been forged, are going to be even more important to her.