I bought this book with my pocket money when it first came out. The excitement of ordering it, or pre-ordering as people now seem to say, from the local bookshop! I felt so grown up. I was beginning to be very interested in this kind of history (having a father who had a special interest in hisorical geography helped, no doubt! He was the one who found out about the book and thought it would appeal to me).
It is the story of a village in the Cambridgeshire Fens, Foxton, which I have never visited (although part of my family comes from Over which is not that far away). It looks mainly at the lives of the ordinary people through the ages, as well as the history of the older houses. Like many small English settlements it was largely an agricultural community, and life was basic and harsh for many. The author was not a professional academic historian and I believe came in for some rather disparaging comments at the time, but it is full of thoroughly researched material based on original sources such as churchwardens' accounts, court records and maps. The unifying thread running through the book is the stream which ran through the village but of course there is another meaning, the common story of humanity. The author writes in a very personal, some would say idiosyncratic, style, with lots of dry humour and warm sympathy for "the short and simple annals of the poor". I found it very inspiring at the age of 14 and enjoyed rereading it somewhat later in the day.