One of the nicest things about living in or near to a small town, like we do, is that you rarely go into town without seeing someone you know.
Before coming up here I lived in Wolverhampton and going into town was a major operation - negotiating various traffic islands, getting stuck on the ring road, finding a space in the multi storey car park; you were pretty worn out before you arrived at your reason for actually going.
Here it is just a case of getting in the car, driving the mile (you may or may not see any traffic) into town and just looking for a parking space. If all else fails you can always go to the car park, but it is rarely necessary - usually somebody backs out and leaves a space just as you get there.
And then, because the streets are never crowded it is actually quite unusual not to see one or two folk you know. Today I met friends S and N = it is sometime since I saw them - who are shortly off on the Hurtigruten
up the inside passage of Norway and round to the Russian border. This is a holiday the farmer and I did some years ago - how I envy them setting off on their adventure.
Then it was hairdressers and back home again, all in the space of half an hour - time to put on this post and then it will be time to think about tea.
Where does the day go?