Dave Beckett sits in his back garden. and his next door neighbour Roger Ash has come to visit, bringing his own cup of tea. We have met Dave Beckett before. He was very pleased to know I remembered his dad Cyril, who was the baker in Winslow when I was a boy.
There’s a huge amount of community spirit in the small village of Little Horwood. The villagers have pulled together to make life as pleasant as possible under lockdown. I have more photos from the village, which I'll most likely show you next week.
You can see all the other Distance Project photos on the North Bucks Wanderer here.
Chrissie Beckett, wife of Dave, has put out chairs so that villagers can come and chat while remaining at a safe distance. This is Penny Davis (left) and Karen Jones (right) Chrissie has organised quite a bit for the village, but is too modest to be in any of my photographs.
At the rear of Dave and Chrissie’s camper van, there’s a bring and take box. Anything you don’t need? Put it in the box. Anything you’d like? Just take it away. Today the box has a collection of books and toys for very young children, but anything might be in there. Back during those long hot days in June, you could bring or take clothes, too; they were hung on a rail by the side of the camper van. The kitchen bin labelled ‘Aluminium’ is for drinks cans; the local scouts are collecting metal for fundraising.
Annette put out some eggs for sale one day on a table near the green. They quickly sold. Then she was asked if she could get some flour. Then people started asking for all sorts of things, and now she runs the village shop in this trailer.
The shop is converted from a mobile bar, that was lying unused because of the lockdown. Annette opens the shop a few days a week, at the same times as the village post office. That means that the elderly and infirm, or those who feel anxious about going out during lockdown, only need to go out once to get what they need. Annette and her husband Rob will try to get anything they are asked for.
This is the cellar queen, who cares for the beer in the village’s Shoulder of Mutton pub. She told me her name but I neglected to write it down. These are some of the casks emptied by the pub’s delivery sales since lockdown.