I'm in an old-English styled village, small slate cottages, Gothic Cathedrals, treed lanes and parks, it's beautiful. A gilt edged chapel book in a bookstore, shaped like a Gothic window, definitely a Bible village, the whole of God's kingdom drawn in miniature upon the earth, every stone in it's place, every plant with an honourable pedigree that can be traced to the Garden of Eden, mustard seeds, apples, pomegranates, no detail too small ....
In fact one definitely gets the feeling the people of the village think that in some ways their town is superior to the Kingdom of God, had he solicited their advice first they would have made some recommendations, things like running water and toilets, they're nothing if not smug...
But things aren't all perfect. A council meeting, the architects, a bunch of ladies, a handsome older one foremost amongst them, are debating the direction of the evolution, strangely the village isn't quite attracting the population they'd hoped, and it becomes apparent to me that the older handsome one is the architect, it's her brainchild, somewhere in the background there's a rich and invisible husband financing all this, but she's losing patience with how slowly her earthly kingdom is coming along, they're stalled on the Garden of Eden and if things don't happen soon she's going to withdraw her support....