Felpham

Tribute to Felpham, Where I Grew Up

Felpham is one of my favourite places in the world. I used to hate it. Growing up in a small village as a child is something I have only begun to appreciate since growing up. It’s a privilege to grow up in such calm surroundings, the sound of rolling waves while going to sleep, no hustle and bustle. I appreciate it more as I grow older. So here is a little prose tribute to my little home village. I hope you enjoy!

A village seemingly impervious to time, immune to the dynamic outside world. It’s as if nothing has changed since the days Blake mused upon the leafy green. From the cobble walled road, still a bubbling chatter and the clinking of glasses can be heard emanating from the old Fox Inn opposite the floral gardens green and pink.

Gulls float along the thermal currents, calling until the sun’s final wink goodnight. The moon and stars take their turn to illuminate the sea, peeping over at the end of the rectory road. There’s nothing else audible but the gulls’ calls & regular crashes of the waves rolling into the pebbly shore; the heaving breathing of the coastal oasis. The heartbeat of the homestead.

Since roads were paved, it’s been like this.

Time stands still,

Land around fills,

But dainty Felpham, change does miss.