The morning dog walk proceeds without a care in the world. There is no reason to rush here as we wander lanes and avenues. Birdsong and the cry of land-seagulls provide a backdrop. We say hello to other dog-walkers and stroll back along the main street.
Breakfast bacon rolls. The place originally banned dogs, but was in danger of going out of business. The community considered it mean- spirited, and came back when they changed the policy.
Walk back – I see sales of window-daffodil-bulbs for Mother’s Day. Whilst this would be amazing at home, it seems strange here, where daffodils grow wild like daisies.
We pass a community theatre down the road from Dad’s place. It looks like there is lots on.
We pass the time talking about home projects, and Dad describes mechanism he has built to wind kite handles for his kids kits business.
As we walk to lunch people ask about the dog. It is the key to relationship here.
A Blooming Cherry tree celebrates the spring.
In the afternoon we Dad about another community project Dad is part of – organising a hat festival. It seems that everyone does their bit here to build a sense of community.
I stroll through second hand book shops.
Hyacinths mark the entrance to a Garden Chapel.
Dinner with more friends from the street. We talk about Cricket and Rugby and Dogs.
