Older than I thought.

Whilst out walking this afternoon, we went past the village hall, usually the venue for the local flower and produce show and so many other occasions. As I looked up towards the roof, I noticed the date - 1893, much older than I had realised. My oldest memory of this place was as a small child, walking here with my Mum who was pushing my brother in a pram. Then, I can remember him being weighed in one of those old fashioned scales where they put the baby in a large scale pan and then added weights on the other side of the scale.