Although it has a church, Nackington can hardly be called a village, It has few houses, and those that are there, belong to the enormous Nackington Farm Estate.
When I was 2, my mother married a divorced shepherd with two children, who lived and worked on the Estate. For the next two years, we grew up in the country.
We lived in one of two tied cottages, called Parsonage Cottages. (the one furthest from the camera). We had an outside toilet, no bathroom, and an outhouse with a copper to heat water and do the washing.
There was a long narrow garden, where Dad grew all our vegetables, and every day, we would walk across the road to the dairy to get a big jug of fresh, unpasteurised, creamy milk.
the garden edged onto an apple orchard, which in turn, edged onto the farm cricket field. Dad was captain of the cricket team, and a very good spin bowler.
It didn't take long for my new brother to get into trouble for making a hole in the fence, and stealing apples!
The church stands next to the farmhouse, surrounded by cottages and farm buildings, now converted into housing
Unfortunately, I couldn't get a clear view of any of the memorials
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