Our house is at an end of a cul-de-sac, and between us and our neighbours is a little lane or alley which cuts through the main street through our village. Adjacent to this, and in full view from my window, here where I work, is the village hall, called the Victory Hall. I guess it must be about seventy years old, judging by its name.
It’s very well used during the day and during the evening; all sorts of classes, pilates, judo, karate, old-time dancing, Scottish country dancing, art, Gaelic… yes, I go there once a month for my Gaelic class. Once a month there is a village market, and anyone can hire it for a function or a class or activity. It is a great facility for the village.
Not only can I see the village hall, I can also hear it; last night it was karate and I could hear the kids and their teacher shouting ‘Hai!’ or whatever it is you shout when you do karate. Tonight it is old-time dancing; the curtains of the hall are closed so I can’t see them but I can hear them with their waltzes and foxtrots and military two-steps. There is a compère, and he sometimes plays a keyboard, but mostly he plays CDs. Mostly he plays old style music, going back to the forties, but occasionally he surprises me by what he chooses.
This is what I heard just now, a favourite song by a favourite band, and it was the actual recording (I would know that voice anywhere!)
By the way… my profile picture has nothing at all to do with the village hall!
Lois Elsden 