A little something for the weekend

The Village

(I have no idea where this village is, nor what it is called.  I’m using it as a prompt for, and vague representation of, the village which is in my mind and which forms the central stage for the characters in my putative novel – Mannersby doesn’t exist – at least as far as I know).

The village of Mannersby lies hidden away in a dip between three medium sized hills.  Not mountains, they’re not high enough for that, but they’ll certainly test your muscles if you want to climb to the top and look down on the (seemingly) sleepy cluster of houses, church, garage, bakery, farrier and butchers.

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