Byron Rogers' second book chronicles the life and times of the small Northamptonshire village and its environs where he has lived for 20 years - a place almost exactly in the middle of England. Rogers ranges from the odd ways and practices of his present-day neighbours all the way back to the Roman times. Here, then, is the Methodist chapel that became a car showroom, the village's charabanc outing to the seaside, the strange story of the ancient church in the fields, the summer fete at which the author bought his neighbour's shirts, his elevation to heady civic responsibility as Warden of the Paths, and the pathos of the village's oldest resident finally having to move out of her ancestral home.