It’s a sad thing, but this quaint old building, relic of a bygone era, is now defunct.┬á It belonged to the local butcher, who carried on his trade here for as long as I can remember, but who has now retired.
He wanted to bulldoze it. Can you believe it?┬á Here’s the official notice of planning permission sought -
You see, if you want to do anything much to a building within a conservation area in dear old Blighty, then you must ask first and the planning committee will decide, sometimes with the help of local residents, if it should be allowed or not.┬á The notice must be displayed close to the building for a certain length of time to give people the chance to object.┬á And it seems they did.
Personally, I’m glad the application was rebuffed.
It’s a building with a lot of character, as you can see – I don’t know what it was originally, or even if it was built as a butcher’s shop – it may well have been, back in the 18th century.┬á Now, of course, it’s a liability because it’s expensive to repair, and yes, it’s crumbling a tad. But it’s sad to see the windows blank and bereft of the notices that always used to be there.
This is the very shop I used to walk to with our first dog, Jim.┬á This is where I bought the minced beef which he later stole from the saucepan as it was cooking!┬á Bless him, he was a good dog, and usually perfectly well behaved.┬á This was one of his few serious breaches of etiquette.
Peeping inside – oh, alright, blatantly rubbernecking, with my camera butted up against the glass – the walls are a beautiful bright blue.
Old-fashioned it certainly was – see the bull’s horns up there near the ceiling?┬á I’m surprised that the Health and Safety Executive allowed it, but there they hung.┬á And look!┬á The old bacon slicer is still there!┬á┬á However, with so much taken out and the poor, barren chiller cabinet all bent out of shape it all looks a bit bleak, doesn’t it?┬á┬á Especially since we can see right through to the back room … and there’s nothing there, the cupboards are bare.
This is the front of the shop in better days
At this point it was closed for a family event – I don’t think it was a birthday, so perhaps a bereavement – which just shows what an old-style family business this was.┬á Bolted and barred on a week-day with nothing but a handwritten notice of apology on the door?┬á Beyond belief for a modern High Street shop, no?┬á But in a village, a little one-man band can, and must do it.
Kind of sad that one of the ads is for a ‘bygones‘ fair, don’t you think?
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