Mabel Coppins
tells of the great depression, of candle light and quaint shops, fields of flowers, chapel trips to the seaside in open top buses, "downstairs" service and war work.
Village life, as she had known it, was fading. The village life of her childhood had been usurped by newer people.
Cottager’s homes had become valuable property and the days of the cottager were ending, even for those having roots in the village stretching back over a hundred years.
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