Sunday Brunch
Coming of age in the Twenty-First Century, I’ve found it difficult to put my finger on what place observing traditions has in our society. With new ways of thinking and being, the pressure to ‘be your best self’, re-invent yourself and forge your own path through life is very real.
COVID has perhaps taught us a different lesson; thrust into a world in which we’ve suddenly been forced to discard our ‘normal’, little traditions can become anchors in stormy seas. I was particularly comforted when, in preparing to host our very first community brunch, I found that we hadn’t forgotten how to be proper hosts. And of course by ‘proper hosts’ I mean observing that time-honoured tradition of rushing around like headless chickens ten minutes before the guests arrive!
What’s a Community Brunch you ask? Well, it does pretty much what it says on the tin. Every last Sunday of the month there’s the opportunity to come and meet new people, enjoy brunchy food, and be part of a community. No questions asked (except perhaps ‘could you pass the bacon?’). Last Sunday’s brunch we had your staple tea and coffee, and lots of treats like warm bacon butties and fruit a-plenty. The atmosphere was also warm and relaxed - children playing with one another in the games room and parents getting to know one another over a cuppa. A few tables in the food area ensures that if, like me, you plan on going for seconds, there’s always someone to chat to as you munch!
Great food aside though, I don’t think enough credit can be given to the good of community spaces. After the last couple of years we’ve all had, it really does mean the world to just be with other people. Smiling faces and good food form a universal language that’s lasted as long as humans have existed, and COVID hasn’t done anything to take away its power. As the days grow cold, short and dark, gathering together and being connected is something that we all rely on. I know I’m looking forward to the next Community Brunch - and perhaps I’ll see you there.
