Steve Hawkins - The Knoyle Mile

I'll be honest, I haven't got a clue how to explain it. I lived in West Knoyle until I was 5 and then visited often to stay with surrogate grandparents and aunties, all of whom are now gone.

The rose-tinted glass bit is that it's a small village in Wiltshire and things are slow to change in that environment. I can genuinely walk down the road and see things that I really "remember"

And then there are the bits that have changed.

The people too, but there are still those who still remember so I suppose what I'm saying is this IS going to be a nostalgia trip and a  reconnection for me, but is also going to be my take on the village in 2019, 41 years after I left..