Today, friend W and I have been to a metropolis. Well, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration, but coming - as we do- from a tiny village in the Yorkshire Dales, it certainly felt like it.
We went the forty or so miles to the large 'out of town' Shopping Park. There we wandered round the large store we had gone to see. There were mothers wandering round bottle feeding babies as they went; there were old ladies (who made us feel quite young) in bath chairs being pushed round; and there were even one or two extremely tiny babies - maybe two or three weeks old - being pushed around in prams with a thin blanket covering the whole pram - maybe to keep off germs or to help baby to sleep, I don't know. I felt a bit like a country bumpkin. And to think I used to live permanently in this kind of environment.
I began life in the deep country (first twenty-eight years) and I shall definitely end my life in the deep country. The bit in between was spent in cities and although I was happy (and very fulfilled) while I was there, I am a country woman at heart.
Are you a townie or do you prefer the country?
Incidentally - in nine days time - on October 31st (Hallowe'en) I shall be eighty-two years old. I shall miss out one or two blog posts between now and then so that on that day I can publish my
2000th blog post.