I left the farm when my dear farmer died four years ago and I moved the short distance into our little Yorkshire Dales market town - only a mile away or over two fields as the rooks fly. So everything was familiar and it hardly felt like moving house except for the fact that I was moving to a very much smaller house - or rather from a fairly old farmhouse with high ceilings, bit rooms, a big Aga heated farm kitchen and a big vegetable garden to a small bungalow on last estate before you leave the town - then over two fields and you are at my farmhouse.
At my age of course it was a sensible move and now, after four years, I am used to living amongst people again (the farmhouse was quite isolated) and I am very happy. It is a lovely estate - a mixture of semi detached and detached houses and bungalows, one or two small modern terraces, several three storey properties - all set at differing angles and at differing distances from the road or from each other. Trees have been planted and, as a friend pointed out, it rather has the feeling of a separate village to it. Every one has a garden of some kind - mine is larger than most because I live in a detached bungalow with a garage tacked on the side and a footpath all round and the back garden stretches the full length of the property. But I used to be a keen gardener and I have a nice gardener now.
There is only one road 'into' the estate and I live on that road so that early in the morning and again at tea time there is traffic going out and coming home. I used to have my dog, Tess, and we walked three times a day every day so that I know a very large number of people on the estate - those who are also dog lovers and walk their dogs daily - usually past my house. We chat and pass the time of day - so there is always something to look at. No vehicle goes out into the big wide world without passing me if you like to put it that way!
Today a quite different happening took place just outside my window - for the first time I can ever remember. A class of children either from the top end of the primary school or the lower end of the Comprehensive have been having Road Safety lessons. They cycled from my bungalow to the Main Road, round the Traffic Island, back to the road opposite my window, where they turned right (remembering to look right, look left, look right again before turning with the appropriate hand signal). They cycled out of sight and then a couple of minutes later appeared again. They were all kitted out in shiny green jackets and helmets. And the bikes were identical, suggesting that maybe they belonged to the school and that lessons were starting, maybe during P E lessons. I really enjoyed watching and when Priscilla and I began our walk, after thinking about it I decided to go the same way that I always do - so that I was seen as a hazard to be avoided, and they all did so without being told to do so.
Well that's about all that has happened. So far the sun is out and it is warm as long as you keep out of the brisk wind. Priscilla and I did our walk and encountered a piece of hedging with a pink wild rose in bloom. I smelled it before I saw it - exquisite.