i decided to go and cut the graves today, i knew they would be bad. they were. i was born in a little village called Hindolvestone, and lived there until me and mum moved in 1971 after my dad died. he is buried in the churchyard, as are my grandparents, i try and go over every 3 to 4 weeks and do the graves. put some flowers on, keep them tidy. it was bloody hard work. i couldnt even see my grand dads grave stone, and dads was pretty much the same. i took the old hayter lawnmower to do it, and now they are neat and tidy. i don't understand the church council,no-one seems to do anything in there it really is a disgrace. what annoys me is,i go and do dads,and my grandparents,but i don't do just them. i also do the graves near theirs,it takes me about 20 minutes extra. now there is someone who cares for several graves up there, the relations of those buried pay him to tend the graves and keep them cut. and thats what he does. he cuts one, and 2 down, etc. but instead of just running his mower along and cutting the others he ignores them. oh well, i did my bit.
Hindolvestone churchyard is away from the church. it is on the site of the OLD church, which collapsed back in the late 1800s i was always told that there was a crack showing up in the tower,and the parishioners decided to cancel church service that sunday. and it collapsed. just when people wouldve been at prayer. all that is left is the old tower, the new church is opposite the bungalow i used to live, a very uninspiring looking church,and was made partly by the recycled stones of the old one.
as you see,not a lot left now. i think the ivy is keeping it standing lol.
it was peaceful up there, no-one else there and all the noise i could hear were wood pigeond calling. and as i cut the grass,i was remembering. like all villages or most, in norfolk. Hindol is a dying place. oh,new houses built,in fact a lot. but there is nothing there now. i am 55,and when i was 11 hindolvestone boasted :- 2 pubs,the Red Lion and the Maids Head ( i was actually born in that lol my mum was landlady. thay packed it in when i was born too much work for mum.) 3 shops,1 included the post office, and 1 kept everything you name it,hardware , clothes ,groceries the lot. a garage and filling station. ok 1 pump lol but petrol was sold, a dairy supplying locals and further afield. a school, where i went until i won the eleven plus and ended up in Fakenham Grammar school not happy memories those lol. on top of all these, we also used to have the fish man come round twice a week, butcher also twice a week,and norman macrell who operated a mobile shop. him and his wife ruth were from the next village,and kept the local shop there and bakery.he came round 3 times a week, so everything was freshly bought. meat,fish,bread, nothing was pre-packed. and of course my dad had a huge vegetable garden and we grew all our own fruit and veg.
all gone. hindol has no shop,no post office,no pub. the school is now the village hall,and social club. the petrol pumps are gone,and like many more villages,half the houses are second homes,holiday homes sad to see but inevitable. i'm not getting into the "supermarkets are killing traditional village life" argument. people shop where they can get the cheapest items. i do myself. but it is sad. and i don't suppose many people there even would remember me and mum.
i got home tired out. it was a lovely hot morning, and the mower did take some pushing. now i have noticed that when i am tired i get a tremor in my right arm, not bad usually. it was today. i made mum a cup of tea,took hers through to her, and my hand jerked. and goodbye mums favourite cup and saucer. good job i didn't spill it over her. oh the joys of MS, and so i sit here tonight typing this,and i stink. lol i had to use a muscle rub, just to help ease the pain in my neck and legs. take care all