I visited Gt Shefford with my grandsons yesterday to show them where their Daddy grew up. They loved walking the footpath to the playground and then from the village hall to the church round the field. They thought their Daddy was very lucky to have lived there.
We lived in the village for 27 years from 1978 to 2005. While we were there, my husband and I were involved in many village activities.
The thing that is giving me the most pleasure is to see new breath breathed into the Church, the bells restored and services reorganised.
Sadly my son died in 2006 but loved his life in Gt Shefford, his membership of the Primary School and St Mary’s Church. It’s good to see a village going from strength to strength.
I also grew up in Great Shefford and always have fond memories, also family and friends whom I still have contact with.
Still visit often as my dad is buried in the grave yard there, and if we are lucky to have a nice dry day will often have a walk down Black Water where I used to picnic with my sisters and parents round to the village hall and up to the Mead where I used to live.
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