One of the things I like best about my new home is that it is on an estate of houses and bungalows. For the last twenty four years I have lived down a Lane (a beautiful one I might add) and really enjoyed it, because the farmer was always around somewhere, either working in the surrounding fields or in the yard. Once he had gone it was a very lonely place to live, especially in the evenings.
Now, suddenly, I am surrounded by people, there are constantly cars going past and there are people knocking on the door. And I like it.
When I am out on one of my walks with Tess I speak to everyone, even if it is only to say 'Good morning' (most people answer, a smile works wonders) and occasionally I meet a kindred spirit and we stand and chat for a while. This happened today.
I met an elderly gentleman walking along the road. We smiled and, simultaneously, remarked that we were sure we had met before. Sure enough we had. For the past years he has walked every day, regardless of the weather, on a round circuit, taking in this estate, across the fields and then up the lane past the farm (I have only, literally, moved across two fields) and back here. Many times I have been walking Tess and have spoken to him. It is these sort of encounters that make life interesting.
Out to lunch today with friend D - posh fish and chips - and jolly good it was too. Home now, walked the dog again and at 3.36 thinking about making myself a cup of tea and settling down with the crossword.