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So if like us you value a strong, independent perspective on the brass band world - then why not consider becoming a supporter and help make our future and that of a burgeoning brass band movement more secure. The farm comes with a big old television set, a handful of cheap tools and a stagnant pond.
I have no friends. I have decided that this is my life now. The real me grew up in neither a substantial town nor a tiny village, but instead in a sort of miniature suburban limbo, a featureless urban smear that existed to house commuters who worked an hour away in London. Drive half an hour in one direction and you might actually find a farm, half an hour in another and you might find a building more than six stories.
It was a compromise of a place that had no culture and no character. Later on, the area would be named and roundly mocked in the television show The Office. A river runs through Stardew Valley, and it has beaches and mountains and forests that I can reach in mere moments. Animals wander in the wilderness and the seasons bring sun and snow.
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To someone from one of the monochrome urban pseudopods that oozed out of London, it seems like a caricature of Romantic-era landscape, somewhere too melodramatically pretty to really exist. My first job on my farm is to clear space and make room for at least the smallest of plots. If I plant seeds I can grow crops, if I grow crops I can ship produce and if I ship produce I can start to make a living and, just as importantly, I can begin to take pride in what I have.
So, over the next few days I use some of the savings I have to buy seeds, I explore the village, the oddly named Pelican Town, and, following local advice, I also forage in the wilderness. My life quickly becomes a routine of watering crops at dawn, foraging in the afternoon and using spare hours to beat back the ever-encroaching sea of grass and garbage that my dog bounds recklessly into every morning. My best bet is to chop my own wood, cut my own stone and, when the opportunity presents, fumble my way into the nearby mine and drive my pick into the walls for coal or minerals.
All it costs me is time. Making the best use of time means saving some work for the evenings and taking a break in the day to walk to shops and gather supplies. On more than one occasion I make the trip into the village only to discover the shop I need is closed for the day, or stopped trading at four. On a couple of evenings I simply collapse from exhaustion, unaware my body was so close to failing.
I work in an enormous hardware warehouse that sells everything from timber to plumbing supplies to electrical equipment to a hundred different types of flooring. Most of the time I will wake up at six in the morning to start at seven, to work shifts until mid-afternoon, constantly on my feet and often performing heavy lifting for customers. Since this is my first job, I think all this is completely normal.
The place does a roaring trade. It makes more than twenty million pounds gross a year, often taking a quarter of a million on a busy weekend. The managers are excited about this. It must be true, because they chalk it onto a board. Eventually, the store will overspend on its revamp and need to shed droves of staff.
Sundays are the busiest. We open at ten but, even half an hour before that, hundreds of customers are already lining up outside with empty shopping carts. They peer in at us, waiting for the doors to open, long lines of complacent, mostly white people desperate to take their chrome taps and wood flooring and succulent shrubs back to their large, embellished houses. One of my colleagues looks out at them. The first person I really meet in Stardew Valley is Robin.
I immediately like Robin a lot. In fact, she has a daughter who is already a young woman. Robin is married to Demetrius, who is the one person of colour in this village and who is really enthusiastic about science. He reminds me of the one person of colour in my home town, who was really enthusiastic about science. The hours upon hours of hewing, hoeing and hacking have blended into days, the days have melted into weeks and my shoots have turned into plants.
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As soon as I can wrench them out of the ground and ship them away to be sold, I need to be planting even more, because farming is all about cycles. The villagers are talking about the new man in town. Sometimes they come out to see me, always one at a time, peering in, waiting on my doorstep.
They want me to visit. If only I had the time, I think, as I look at all the mismanaged land that needs clearing, hoeing and irrigating. I suppose I could.
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Nobody in my immediate family has ever been there and hardly anyone in my extended family has either. My parents left school in their mid teens, with no qualifications at all, and I remain as confused by the process many of my peers are going through as I am by their large, embellished houses. If I stay at home I will have to work and pay rent so, at various times, I have jobs as an accounts clerk a pointless desk job in some soulless town , a phone salesman where the aim is to sell functionless extras and a supermarket assistant.
This is what you do, though, because the point is to have a job and earn money. You have to be practical and responsible and pay your bills. All I have is dreams. Later, I have a job in a building that processes foreign currency. An astronomical amount of money is stored there, beneath multiple layers of security, and one day a couple of boys messing around run a trolley into one of the cyclopean safe doors, behind which tens of millions of US dollars are kept every night.
The boys are fired.
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In a town without opportunity or ambition, even a little maturity gets you the best jobs. Of what jobs there are. She lives in a trailer by the river. Pam sits on the same stool at the end of the bar at the one inn in Pelican Town, always drinking by herself. Even in a place of repetition and routines, she is a special sort of constant. Pelican Town is incredibly twee. Its fat houses and shining pathways speak of comfort and calm, but I gradually come to discover that there are signs of profound sickness within.
On multiple occasions over the spring I alone try to engage with her, only for the game to give me the briefest, grimmest result.