Longridge – some self-indulgence.

A chance conversation with my local taxi driver the other morning set me thinking.

He mentioned that his weekly fuel costs have increased by over £50 this month. We all know why. (Or perhaps you don’t, if reading this in future years. Trump and Netanyahu started an unnecessary Gulf War, which shows no signs of resolution)  I quipped that he may have to increase his prices. His reply – that is not easy when one competes with Uber’s supposedly lower prices. I was surprised by this. Why, in Longridge,  which has a local taxi office and an efficient service, would one use Uber?  OK, if you are on a late night out in Preston, Uber could be your quick choice, but here, surely, you should be supporting your local businesses.

That thought must have stuck in my mind all morning. On the way back, I alighted the bus at the top of the village to do some shopping in our independent businesses.

First stop was the little establishment, Rabia’s Kitchen.  Always a friendly welcome, and the best home-made curries in Longridge, as well as a variety of other tasty offerings. Way better than any national chain.

A few doors down, opposite our library, is a new venture in a converted chapel. The Next Chapter is a book shop. Years ago, we had a bookshop in Longridge that lasted a while. Nowadays, they are up against the likes of Amazon, a corporation I avoid. It is fatal to go into a bookshop to browse – yes, you guessed it, I came out with a gardening book for one of my grandsons. They have created a small, friendly bookshop in there and deserve to succeed. I buy a lot of second-hand books, but have resolved to order any new books from here. 

Thankfully, I didn’t need my dentist or optician today, both of which are still independently owned.

I realised I missed out our local cobbler and general fixer, so I went back up to take a picture. There are not many repairers around in today’s throwaway society.

On the downside, we have been without a bank for a decade or so, but another refurbishment is promising a Banking Hub. This should go down well with the over-60s. And when Russia crashes all our ATMs and card payments, we will still be able to fall back on honest cash. Thinking again, the whole system could go down, including bank hubs.

Across the way is our local post office, invaluable for that last-minute first-class stamp or sending a parcel. Again, they have so much competition from online parcel delivery firms.

Just around the corner is the little barbershop I have been going to for 50 years. Phil is a hive of local gossip, and we all come out looking the same. There must now be a half dozen ‘Turkish’ hairdressers in the village; the youngsters must struggle to give them all enough trade. And that’s just the gents, you ladies have an even wider choice. Nail bars and vape shops have a dubious reputation these days. 

I need some batteries for various devices, so I went into the electric shop for some personal attention. A pleasant chat ensues before I leave with my purchase. These are the people I go to when there is an electrical fault at home, or I need a new bulb.

Across the roundabout, which nobody seems to notice, driving too fast down the road. If this were France or Spain, we would have more than one pedestrian crossing along Berry Lane. C’est la vie.

And amongst the charity shops, all excellent and promoting recycling, there is the office of our local taxi service, which prompted this post in the first place. On the same block is the newly refurbished mobile phone shop. It moved to these premises when Subway pulled out. We still haven’t rid our high street of Dominos next door. I have bought all my mobile phones from these people over the years. They offer a fantastic service and a great help to people like me who are struggling to keep abreast of technology.

Opposite is the computer shop, which is invaluable for technical support. Buy from them and get lifetime service.

As a vegetarian, strictly a pescatarian, I don’t have much need of our local butchers. Still, they deserve a mention for the quality of their locally sourced produce compared to supermarkets.

On the corner is the takeaway I go to for fish and chips or Chinese food. Not very often nowadays, when I seem to eat less fat and quantity.

Have you noticed that nearly every shop front is dressed stone, as is much of old Longridge? The stone all came from local quarries.

Worth mentioning is our Thursday market, where you can buy locally produced fruit and vegetables without any plastic packaging. Their bedding plants are of a far superior quality to those of other purveyors. There is a fresh fish van, and Lancashire cheeses and local honey can be bought in the hall.

On the edge of town is Anji’s, which has been trading for decades. Selling just about everything. Since our hardware shop sadly burnt down a few years ago, they provide a fair substitute.

Almost home, and there is our local Sainsbury’s, my go-to supermarket for convenience and choice. But let’s not forget Booths, the Co-op and Aldi, spoilt for choice.

Oh, and by the way, I have a milkman delivering milk in reusable bottles to my doorstep. And what about the local car mechanic and builder?

There are lots of shops in Longridge that I have never set foot in. The aforementioned nail bars and hairdressers come to mind. And I have no desire to buy a handbag. I don’t tend to frequent the pubs or cafes in the village. Going back 50 years, I suspect every shop on the high street was family-run and relevant to the population’s needs.

This has been an enjoyable post to write. We all complain about the traffic and the new housing swamping us, but at the heart of the village, we are lucky to have a decent collection of local businesses.  I have diverged a few times into environmental matters. I don’t need to drive to any of these shops, which is invaluable at the moment, so this is a bonus for shopping locally. This message is not specific to Longridge. How much do you use your local and family businesses?  Support your local shops, save money, live better and help save the world!!

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This little reminder to shop local has involved only a short walk of three-quarters of a mile, but has served the purpose of ticking off this week’s 52 Ways to Walk, Work as You Walk. which I was never going to do; my working days are long past. OK, there was a little work done uploading this post, but that’s more pleasure than toil.