Local excitement

Putting the glazing on the front of the new village hall.
I was hauled away from my brekky by an overexcited octagenarian to photograph the event. People are getting to know that I am snapping away to record the village in the salad days of the century. So now I get the call at any old time. It's good.
It was a bit of a breezy day but the men had no hesitation in hauling great sheets of tremulous glass into the playful, kitey air. They made the glass behave perfectly and it relaxed into its appointed place like a well trained collie. Called Hilda ;)