Our neighbour who organised the open gardens event last week invited all of the participants to her home last night, for tea, refreshments and cake in the garden, as a thank you for our efforts. Not surprisingly the conversation revolved around our community on the Lane, and neighbour Terry told us that when he moved onto the Lane 40 years ago, the Lane was known as Widows Lane, because of the number of ladies on the Lane who had outlived their husbands. The conversation then moved on to a cheerful prediction that the Lane could become Widows Lane again in the foreseeable future, and discussion of who the widows would be, and when, which naturally involved a comparison of the ages of the households along the Lane.
Apparently there is only one elderly person on the Lane, a gentleman of 90, and in fact most of our neighbours along the Lane are classified as “young” because they have only been retired for a few years. Those of us still working were not under consideration, since we are clearly barely grown up.
On Thurlaston Lane 70 is the new 40.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
