Green Lane to Nowhere

When Byron Rogers moved to the village of Blakesley, quitting the city for the country was for many people a way of escaping change: nowadays we can see how they brought change with them. Over the years, in his Village Voice column in The Sunday Telegraph, he observed his villages gradual evolution from a place where everyone knew everyone else into a dormitory haven for car-borne commuters. Now, as his many weekly readers requested, his idiosyncratic and personal chronicle of an English village is collected in this book. Here, then, are the stories of how the Methodist chapel became a car showroom, the villages first-ever charabanc outing to the seaside back in the twenties, the summer fte at which the author bought his neighbours shirts, his elevation to heady civic responsibility as Warden of the Paths, and the decidedly strange tale of stubble-burning in the home. But this tranquil Northamptonshire landscape is also located at the absolutely geographical heart of England, and Byron Rogers uncovers its astonishing and mysterious past, when it was truly at the centre of things. Where traffic now crawls along the A5, finds Rogers, the ground used to shake beneath the feet of the Roman troops marching down Watling Street. For hundreds of years these placid fields were a war front between Saxons and Danes, Royalists and Roundheads, in yesterdays headlines. And, after only a century, a gaunt viaduct that is the only monument to a great mainline railway seems as old as pre-history. By turns touching and hilarious, The Green Lane to Nowhere is a unique exploration of the great return to the countryside, and the often weird surrealism of village life.