It’s The Waltons…or something pretty close to it….


I love living here and it feels like I have stepped through a portal into another life, a old fashioned good one.

At the back of all these little cottages there is a staggered and ‘higgeldy piggeldy’ collection of gardens and in the midst of these there is a row of huge fir trees. They have grown way too big and tall with their shadows stretching out across gardens some way beyond our little collection. Considerate conversations have been taking place and we have all agreed that by banding together we can tackle the work and everyone benefits.

This evening we set too and ‘Fearless Fred’, from a few doors down beyond our cottages, climbed to the top of the first tree. My photo gives some idea of scale and a few of my new found friends could not watch him up there. Another neighbour, all ‘goggled up’, has been wielding his electric chop saw and a kind soul from further down in the village is coming up on Saturday with his chain saw.

The companionship, banter and laughter floated across the early evening sunshine as branches dropped from on high, were chopped up and the debris was cleared. A young lad happily played football (safely) in the lower gardens whilst his Dad sawed away amidst the tree tops. The good feeling out there lifted a neighbour who has been poorly as she came out for a bit of company in the fresh air.

My buddy from a few doors down and I have just sat on her beautiful swing seat and had a natter as we watched the moon rise. Her humour is sharp with dead pan delivery and I am still giggling. We’ve tidied up and have all come in now.

A special evening…..’Night John Boy’.


22 Responses to “It’s The Waltons…or something pretty close to it….”

  1. 1 elenacaravela April 30, 2013 at 2:06 am

    Sounds like you are the perfect addition to this marvelous neighborhood:)


  2. 3 bardessdmdenton April 29, 2013 at 6:40 pm

    Sounds like a wonderful place, Jane, full of camaraderie, Glad you have found such a lovely home and community! (Very dangerous, I mean the fellow climbing so high. I don’t think I could’ve watched…) XO


    • 4 Jane Thorne April 30, 2013 at 3:38 pm

      Hello Diane, how lovely to hear from you. Xx Our neighbour is fearless…one of the trees is down now and we just need to chop it up and clear it. He actually got seasick up there swaying in the breeze…you can just imagine the banter running across the gardens! Big hugs for you, Xx


  3. 5 Martin Shone April 25, 2013 at 8:53 pm

    and with the new light, there comes plenty HH xx


  4. 7 tornadoday April 24, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    I know that place………it’s my backyard. My husband desperately wants to cut them, but I refuse. I grew up in the country with simple rules – if it grows, let it. If it shows up on your porch, love it…… Love this Jane and the beautiful life you’ve nestled into. ~ Bobbie


    • 8 Jane Thorne April 27, 2013 at 11:36 am

      Hello Bobbie, it is beautiful here with a peace that causes people to sigh and relax when they visit. Much love flowing to you and your natural backyard. Xxx


  5. 9 countingducks April 24, 2013 at 11:08 am

    Wow what a lovely evening and real neighbourliness. Almost unheard of in many parts of London. You’ve certainly landed on your feet there. Very nice to know


  6. 11 Maxi April 24, 2013 at 10:44 am

    Omg Jane, my heart pounds as I take in the feat of your neighbor atop the tree and ā€¦ smiles at the joyful life you have created for yourself.

    Keep that beautiful smile and your special life, you deserve this. I am so happy for you.

    Blessings sent on the wind to shower you and your new home with love and sunshine and inner peace.

    love and blessings ~ maxi


  7. 13 ianscyberspace April 24, 2013 at 7:29 am

    Sounds like our over 50s retirement resort we recently moved to. Your joy is catching!


  8. 15 1smiles April 24, 2013 at 2:49 am

    NIght May Ellen. Night Jim Bob.
    A very special post Jane! I’m so glad that you have htis close knit place to live.
    Many hugs,
    Jeannie xxxxx


  9. 17 grandfathersky April 24, 2013 at 1:58 am

    Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven … Seems you found heaven this day. It’s been a long while since I climbed a tree, a favorite pass time as a child, when I wasn’t riding my bike …


  10. 19 Eric Alagan April 24, 2013 at 12:58 am

    That’s lovely – how you and neighbours banded together.

    In the old days – 1960s – we had similar spontaneous undertakings whether clearing over grown brush, or digging a ditch. We called it gotong royong.

    Now, it is all stage managed by politicians šŸ˜¦

    Glad to see the original spirit is very much alive down where you live, Jane buddy.

    Luv and hugz, Eric


    • 20 Jane Thorne April 27, 2013 at 11:29 am

      I have come halfway around the world since my childhood and in this little village in Bedfordshire I have found the community love and spirit that we had in Africa. What a joy. Love and hugs my lovely buddy Xx


  11. 21 jacquelinehanginginthere April 23, 2013 at 7:58 pm

    Cherishing moments are the most important thing – and sadly most people don’t. So what you planting then? šŸ™‚


    • 22 Jane Thorne April 23, 2013 at 8:10 pm

      Hello J, I have just been catching up with your blog Xx I need to weed before I can plant…it’s all looking lovely and green right now and the light has changed in our gardens already. Much love to you Xxx


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