This blog started in Sep 2010, to capture stories from my home village Höfen in Southern Germany, where I was going to live again for one year. I’m now living back in London, and I keep thinking about what is rural.
Rosa is not ringing the bell anymore.
The clock is stuck on half past three.
The flowers are gone.
Groups of people are seen in front of the chapel gesticulating.
The current chapel has been built 60 years ago, and it’s not in any way modernist or brutalist, it’s just the village chapel, but preservative arguments are running versus tidy-it-all-up mentality. It’s hard to judge whether it’s just pragmatism or plain aesthetics, but things like the front door are going to stay, but the tiles will be replaced. The outside will be repainted, the clock tower will get automated, and no-one knows if the nice plain concrete flower planter in the front will survive. There is a tendency for more timber and woody looking things in any public space around here.
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