Like most small lanes in this overcrowded country that we live in, the lane outside the cottage can be used as a bit of a rat run. Generally traffic remains light, but what with the "help" of Sat Navs, which occasionally send large lorries to their doom to the dog leg corner right outside our cottage and business men cutting through from the A55 on their way to the coastal towns, walking down the lane can be filled with potential danger.
|Cwm Road (it's not bit enough to BE a road) up to the village|
Last Thursday evening I was surprised by a dirty white 4 x 4 down the lane.I was walking the dogs and had Albert in tow, so effectively non of us had any place to go when it roared around the corner into view.
I pulled the dog leads tight and faced the car in the centre of the road forcing him to stop in a hurry and as Albert squeezed himself up through the hawthorn hedge into the safety of the sheep field, I motioned the driver to reverse up a bit so we could reach a field gateway so he could pass us safely.
Now I know I didn't look very happy,
and I know I made it clear that I thought he was going way too fast for the conditions,
So feeling like a somewhat combative middle aged old fart I prepared for a bit of a battle
But the driver was not having any of it, he inched forward making me pull the dogs up right up into the hedge side and slid past me, flicking me the "Vs" as he did so.
Unfortunately this is not a rare occurrence, not in today's ill mannered driving world!
Yesterday afternoon, I spied the 4 x 4 again when I was out walking the dogs.
It was empty and parked on the road in a small lay by above the village. There was no sign of the driver or anyone else for that matter and on impulse, I reached into my pocket and jammed a rather full plastic bag full of dog shit on a grill by the windscreen wipers
A childish gesture certainly
A satisfying one..........oh yes.............................
|Down the Lane|
I am doing a day shift today which is a bummer as the sun is burning brightly and I would have liked to strim the field, so I need to be off to sort the animals out , but before I go I will leave you with a photo of Sorrel's single chick, my one and only "baby" of 2012
The chick looks like a hen to me, which is a wonderful bonus....and by tradition I asked a passing egg customer ( this time a couple of walkers) to name her. After some time thinking hard, the walkers suggested Celeste......
So....Celeste it is.......