Our lovely village is now a concrete jungle

ONCE upon a time, and a very short time ago it was, before developers descended, before machinery moved in, before the concrete jungle was born, we lived in a village.

Once upon a time from my windows I watched the rabbits play, the cattle graze in summer fields and lambs gambol in spring.

I marvelled as wondrous winter sunsets faded behind the trees at Lisnegar and saw an amber harvest moon rise o’er Clykeel.