A Few Diary Entries.

There’s a signpost at the top of my lane where it joins the main road. The board that points left says:

Norbury

Ellastone

B5023

The board that points right says:

Ashbourne

Sudbury

B5033

Now, since each board points along opposite directions of the same road, one of them has to be wrong. In fact, they should both read B5033. It’s a relatively new sign, having been erected to replace the old one only about three or four years ago.

It’s often occurred to me to wonder whether it’s down to human error, or whether this place is so old fashioned that they don’t know the war’s ended yet, and the disparity of information has been put there deliberately to confuse invading Germans.

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The cows in the field behind my house are the maddest bunch I’ve ever known. They’re forever galloping across the land and bucking, and they don’t have ‘but we’ve only just been let out’ for an excuse. They’ve been there for two months.

I don’t think I’ll be going into the field to pay the hedge trimmer this September if these wild things are still around. Last year’s lot were a placid bunch, and even then I got charged at by one of them.

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I feel sorry for the sheep up the lane. They were sheared two days ago, and now it’s turning wet and chilly again. The lambs are OK, of course, but the poor ewes have gone from winter coats to shirt sleeve order.