28/06/2021
Starting out with a blog. Here is ‘My Sabden Experience’. By Fred Durrant.
I only have vague memories of my life before Sabden, I was 15-months-old when my family and I moved here.
I can honestly say, I have nothing negative to say about the village. The schools, shops are never scary or intimidating places; they all have a bubbly, loving feel. Yet, no matter the home, shop or school, the people are what give it a personality, a presence in which hostility is only a myth.
When I spent my youngest years at Sabden Primary, I always loved it. Everyone had the same goal, to make school a happy, safe place to play and learn.
Cubs saw me take a hike up Pendle Hill in the last light, and make a fire at the base.
Everything from Walking Day to Remembrance Sunday, Carols Around the Tree and the famous Sabden Bonfire have been part of my growing-up experience in this beautiful village.
I have the best of neighbours and, never was this more clear, than when we had a small ‘socially-distanced’ garden celebration for VE Day in the middle of a pandemic. Memories were made right there.
My paper round further embedded how amazing Sabden is. I am always greeted with a smile. Whether it’d be the people in the street, or the men and woman who I deliver papers to, every single one greats me with a smile. I feel privileged to have seen so many wide grins in a morning, they tend to cheer me up and motivate me to make the most of my day.
Overall, Sabden has been nothing but a safe sanctuary for me. I love every atom that lays in the air of the village, nothing I would change.
