Autumn Vine Leaves

I've spent much of the day working on parish stuff, getting ready for the consultation on a new build railway station in the village. It sounds nice, the idea of being able to skip over the road and letting the train take the strain. But when you dig deeper, you realise this a poisoned chalice.

The plans seem excessive for a small village, until you realise they're building it not for the village but for the northern fringe of the entire county. It includes a 200 space car park that conveniently widens a residential lane and makes feasible housing development on a previously landlocked farm. Access is via one of the most hazardous junctions in the village. And often, consultation means notification. Ah well.

And then the news comes in, and shifts focus. No matter your politics, your job should not put you at risk of being murdered. I'm remembering Jo Cox all over again, and wishing David Amess's family peace as they get to grips with the atrocity that has been listed upon them.