March 24, 2025
Having long lived in cities, I’m still adjusting to village life after almost a decade.
The people met, friendships and connections made, gain greater significance – in a small human pool you might need them one day, or they you, whether lending a heater or getting a lift when your car’s in for an MOT.
Events are more memorable, because the effort that goes into them is more apparent, the impact closer to home.
A few weeks ago it was a multi-school dance show, when pupils from 15 local schools gathered in a packed hall to display their skill and enthusiasm, each adopting their own theme.
Family and friends came from a wide area came to witness the result of weeks of rehearsal by pupils, supported by teachers who clearly went beyond expectation, and by their parents, to produce a terrific spectacle.
The moves were what you’d expect and better from enthusiastic 8- to 11-year-olds. The vibe in 15 brief performances was real and infectious. Swedish pop took on a new significance; Indian and African dance music was at home in the English countryside. Everyone had a view of who would most likely make a showbusiness career. Money was collected for an education charity.
What occurred on stage was full of meaning to those present – a dividend from a big human investment. Each dancer had a story to tell, each spectator one to take away. We all had a role to play and a stake in a rewarding occasion.
It went so smoothly, you didn’t notice the creativity behind its conception – the hours of planning, the seamless execution, the clear communication, the hard work of teachers and instructors, costume makers and children.
I won’t call it a simple event but it’s a story that will have been repeated in many forms across the country for years and will hopefully continue – people coming together to achieve something worthwhile, beyond entertainment.
These things build communities. I’ll celebrate them more in future.