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TO ALL NEW BEGINNINGS
So off Pat and I went back to Essex after 12 months (for me anyway) to our previous homeland. I almost did not recognise the town of Laindon because so much building of new houses had taken place. I gazed at places I had previously walked the dog in lush green silence and saw row upon row of totally unaffordable houses. Even if I could afford it, would I really pay £480k to live in sunny Laindon? This place that I moved to in 1980 to avoid the spiralling cost of housing in my native Eastender town of Newham. Cheap it no longer is, in
This place that I moved to in 1980 to avoid the spiralling cost of housing in my native Eastender town of Newham. Cheap it no longer is! in fact, there is no price differential with E6. I mourn for all those lovely open green fields, alas now gone forever. Archers Fields, Dry Street, Nicholas Lane, Ballards Walk. a list that is forever growing. One of the reasons I settled there in the first place was it was so rural. I lived on Steepleview, the site previously occupied by a pig farm and Wilffe &
One of the reasons I settled there in the first place was it was so rural. I lived on Steepleview, the site previously occupied by a pig farm and Wilffe & Slowper (local milk producer), next to Jayne's cafe and The Fortune of War PH. My previous world has gone. Development has taken it all away and replaced it with something wonderful, but so very different in every possible way.
Change is that thing that happens to us. We cannot control it. It is the natural order of things. Some changes are welcome and refresh us greatly. There is also a very different form of change that devastates us and after its passing, we are never the same people again. With the former, we rejoice and the latter we mourn.
There is a third kind of change. An insidious one. The un-noticed one. A change that takes place and we do not realise that it has happened. Often by the time that we do notice it is too late. These are often the ones you pray that you could reverse but alas you cannot. The die has been cast and wheels set in relentless motion. Events take on 'a life of their own' and you now recognise them but are unable to resist. Life is out of your control. I have learned to desist in my struggle to oppose these things. Learned that big word ACCEPT. Learned that some things are meant to be, whether you like them or not.
I have grown up at last, and love my village fate. I now revisit my past, but very quickly return to NOW (and the future) for the past grows ever murkier and dimmer. Now (& what lies ahead) is my way, my truth and my life. A wonderful life that is not mine but shared with the people who love each other now, sometimes despite an endured spiteful past because they grew to know that nothing lasts forever, and the sun gets to shine again tomorrow.
HOPE is the little word that evaded me for so long and is now back big style.