On the near wall there was a cigarette machine that never worked. It was already a bygone. Next to that was the newsagent where I’d collect my paper-round at 6:30 in the morning. Next door was the wool shop. Then the post office. Then the garage with petrol pump and pink paraffin where we got our car serviced. A bit further along was a grocers. Also gone, elsewhere in the village, are the baker, and the butcher. They were all there in the 1970s. They are all houses now. Just one shop remains.