Tony J Moon
2018
We decided to bicycle to Upper Deeping as it was not that far and the weather forecast for the day was good. After half an hour of pedalling we had left any sort of main road or sign posts or in fact any visible signs of life. We had been cycling down some rather narrow lanes for what seemed like more miles than we had thought we needed to get there. We began to wonder if we had perhaps missed the village when just over the hedges we saw the small spire of a very and I mean very, small church. We stopped outside the church and indeed the notice board indicated that we were not lost, the sign read, St Biggles, Upper Deeping. We looked around but could not see much. We stood on top of a small stone wall of the near the church gate and looked to see where the rest of the village was, someone seemed to have stolen it. All we could see was two cottages and the roof of large house. "Not much of a village." said Joe. "There must be more to it than this." I said. "A village this small couldn't muster up a couple of umpires let alone a whole cricket team."
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