As we went out the house I was reminded of the strange semi-nocturnal life that people lead. It was busier at that time than any other – people walking dogs, walking sheep, tractors in the fields, cyclists…
Come four o’clock this afternoon, and the village will be like a ghost town for four or five hours.
One thing that I’ve noticed this year is that we haven’t seen the road watering lorry. There used to be a lorry which watered the unmade roads to help keep down the dust, but I don’t think it is running any more. Last year the road to the cemetery was tarmaced and I think that must have been the last unmade road to be surfaced within the village, so I guess that means that they don’t need the road waterer any more.
When we moved here, there were very few hard-surfaced roads. We’ve seen a few changes…