Last weekend we went away to the seaside and passed through the village I grew up in. There have been several changes: the shop my mother worked in is now a house; the entire village is bypassed rather than carrying holiday-bound traffic through its centre; the petrol station has gone and replaced by houses. And there were other significant developments.
This smart-looking B&B used to be a pig farm! The pigs were free-range, in the field behind the wall on the right, and they were very friendly. You could scratch their backs and they would snort and wag their curly little tails. Nobody was squeamish about bacon. It was just how life was.
Of course, we went for fish and chips from the chippy where I used to buy "six penn'orth of chips and scraps, please" whenever I could afford it.
This post has been for Five on Friday, hosted by Amy at Love Made My Home.