Bergh Apton, just south of Norwich, is where I grew up. It is a place of orchards, sugar beet and wheat. What you won’t find there is a centre, the 428 people who live here do so in scattered houses, the school shut when I was a child and there has never been a pub in my time. What you do find there is a church, Green Pastures farm shop (complete with restaurant and post office) and a very strong community spirit.
Back in the mists of time there were three pubs in the village. The Red Lion and the Bell have buildings that are still known by some as the old Red Lion and the old Bell. The Hare disappeared long ago and stood by a track that has also disappeared, in the middle of what is now a field. Once a year, after the harvest has been gathered, the villagers gather at the site to drink beer and put the world to rights. Most years we try to be in Norfolk for the reopening and this Friday enjoyed this year’s beer.