Gathering Information.
Village life is thankfully a delightful way of life and has its many idiosyncrasies. Nothing at all resembling the big city lifestyle of being unaware of anyone but oneself.
This morning I took a route that I haven't hoofed for at least three weeks and wouldn't you know it, I encountered different people and noticed different drivers. Yes, drivers...
Honestly, not to get into trouble, but I think it is mostly men who take to driving about the various byways of our village in order to keep abreast of all the latest on-dits. Somehow their slow speed ( almost slow enough to stall ) gives them away. Some are brazen enough to stop, buzz down the window and happily ask what they want to know. Village life, I tell you...
In a way it is a good thing as we don't have a police station. The next one is two villages over and by the time they are called out a potential robber might be long gone. Not that we are robber central...perhaps a lawnmower or two throughout the year and so far I've not heard of a car gone missing. Although cars are almost displayed on a platter with engine running and nobody in it. Often less hassle for the slightly older of age to leave the motor running whilst they go shopping. Yes, yes, I know it sounds ludicrous but oh so true.
Towards the end of my route I met up with a couple walking their dog and we got into the usual fodder of why hardly anyone else takes the time to step outside. Especially when our outside is perfectly laid out for walking, jogging or cycling. But, easier to moan and complain about various ailments than to do a spot of exercise.
Summer has finally stood aside to let its colder cousin come in . This morning was cold enough to warrant long johns under a warm winter jacket but despite the more grayish tone that cold and rain weather brings it was a delight to be outside.
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