I walk up to the village hall to our 'outreach' post office. We've had two sessions a week since losing our post office a couple of years ago.
'Tai chi?' says our district councillor at the door.
no, I've only come to post a letter.' She seems a little too
eager to rope me into something I really don't want to do.
So I get in the queue to send off a very late Christmas card to
an old Bridport friend now living in Australia. A dour Mr Putter is standing behind me and in a hurry but I stand my ground because I've got things to do, people to see.
And then I become aware
of the relaxing, oriental music. I turn around and look across into the main body of the
hall. A crowd of grey-haired onlookers are gazing wistfully at the
gentle scene unfolding before them.
Six ladies are doing a tai chi demonstration, arms slowly revolving and legs-a-pointing like some very weird line-dance routine.
The music stops and the hall is buzzing, with people exchanging Christmas cards and gossip.
may have lost our shop and pub, but this community is still thriving. We've got the Village Hall Arms coming up on Christmas Eve. And with a can-do attitude, who knows what the new year will bring?
So I wish you good tidings to you and your kin. And a selection of photos from my year.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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