Singing in Petersfield
Friday 1st December 2006
Then toward Petersfield we stamp, passing a low-cost retirement village, that looked like it was built in a week. We intitially judge it as an ugly sight, but a closer look shows it to be calm, tidy and proud. The materials were budget, but self-respect is evident, and the people here are not living for expensive paving. And why, we consider, should a dwelling cost a hundred thousand pounds? It is a perturbingly ridiculous thing. You can buy land for that money.
Nearby, we find the first blackberries for some days, and realize their prescence is not to last much longer. Then down a main road, and into town. Hale Petersfield, at the end of the South Downs way.
