Fact Checking: We Went to the Cafe and Got the Village onto It

By Sara King

The cafe was a TV repair shop when I was young, but it’s a social hub for locals now. The High Street’s little changed, except that Dad and his contemporaries rumble along on walkers; girls I went to school with have grandchildren round their skirts; and faces I don’t recognize are introduced as neighbors whenever I go home. Still I’m hugged and kissed and welcomed, fifty-plus years on. Still I feel accepted; one of the village’s own.

Four thousand miles away, at altitude a...