Local Walk

We took a round trip into the village this week to drop off our medical papers at the local doctor's office. Before we set out, I watched the local farmer driving down the lane, trimming the hedge with his tractor and attachment.

This is what it looked like after he was done

We walked down Narrow Street (yes, they have the audacity to declare this one as narrow, as if it were distinctly different or more narrow than all the others). On the way, we passed a home where they seemed desperate for some outdoor space to call a garden - they have a fenced in segment of greenery protruding out into Narrow Street.

After handing in our medical enrolment papers, we visited the SPAR convenience store, checked their offerings and continued our walk back up to our house.

The footpath entrance that leads up to our house is just around the blind corner next to the hedge 

It's a short walk uphill, and is a little overgrown right now. There's a metal gate at the bottom, which we were careful to latch very quietly after a neighbor admitted that their "horrible little dog" barked incessantly when it heard the gate close. We didn't want to have to listen to that.

And then we were back home, approaching our house from the other side.

We walked past the Pub on this route, but we didn't plan our time properly, so still haven't stopped in for a pint.

P.S. Our container set sail today, heading south to other American ports before steering towards England.