A woman I met said to me "The thing I love about Lancaster is it's a city so there's loads going on, but it's small enough to feel really villagey at the same time."
Villagey? You what?!! For someone who's moved from Twee-honey-coloured-stone-cottage-land, I was dubious.
Then yesterday, I had a lovely example of 'villagey'.
These shops are on a grey, traffic-fumey, utterly unvillagey street in the city centre. One is a home-made ice-cream shop owned by a Chilean-Italian guy who followed his daughter to Lancaster when she came to university. The other is an artisan bakery that entices you in with its smells, run by a vivacious, brightly-coloured-tank-topped woman. You can't see in this picture, but both have similar signs in the window that say:
APPLES? PLUMS? PEARS? DONATIONS FROM YOUR GARDEN WANTED. REWARD AVAILABLE!
True to their word, last night one of our neighbours came over and shared his 'reward' with us: Delicious plum ice-cream made from his own plums. 😉
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