Open House

Brilliant day. The sun shone, the coach parties were on time and left happy, the cash and carry man didn't come til 2.30. Perfect. The group of 25 primary school children who came this afternoon were involved in a project. They'd walked from the school (almost a mile) and had invited a few individuals who'd lived in the village for a very long time to tell them about their lives, what the area was like when they were growing up, that sort of thing. Each guest sat at a different table with 2 or 3 kids and after a few minutes a bell would ring and the children would move to the next table to hear another tale. They took photos and made notes and recorded some of what was said and they'll put it all together over the coming weeks. They were wonderfully behaved, and really interested in what was said. I know this because one of them was my son and he told me how great it was: "did you know, mum, people here never used to lock their doors because they had nothing in the house valuable enough to steal?".