The news is going round the village today that there has been an accident. The farmer, working in the fields this morning, saw the Air Ambulance hover and land. Because we are so far from a major hospital (forty miles) the Air Ambulance is vital.
It seems that someone, somewhere in the village, has fallen from a ladder and has been taken to hospital. I shall no doubt hear more in the morning when I meet 'the gang' for coffee. This is not village nosiness in my opinion, but just an important part of village life in that we look out for one another. I just hope the person has not been seriously injured.
The farmer continues with his 'muck spreading' today as the sun has been shining and a strong wind overnight means that the ground has dried up a bit again. Drainage work on our own land should be possible next week if the weather holds.
Suddenly the rabbits seem to have multiplied. For weeks I have hardly seen one and this afternoon as I drove up the lane on my way to the hairdresser, at least a dozen ran across the lane in front of me. And so the cycle of life on the farm continues.
How different village life is from the city life I led for twenty years in the middle of my life. Give me the country life every time. Do you come down on the city side or the country side?