Four Reasons to be There.

I was just about to start some gardening jobs this afternoon, but on a whim I decided instead to walk up to the school and village hall car park, there to lean on the fence bordering the field where the sheep used to be. If anybody had asked me why I was there I would have said:

First of all I like to look over fields while leaning on gates and fences. (It’s one of my favourite occupations.)

Secondly, I was curious to see whether Millie and Rosie (the two horses which used to share the field with the sheep) were back because I haven’t seen them for a few days. (They were.)

Thirdly, I knew it would be school run time and I would be in close proximity with a gaggle of young mothers collecting their charges. I like young mother energy. It gives me a lift. (Which is usually most welcome in present circumstances.)

Last but not least, it occurred to me that the Lady B would probably be among the young mothers and might honour me with a greeting and quick conversation. That, too, gives me a lift. (She wasn’t, or didn’t, if you see what I mean.)

So that’s what I would have said and that’s what I’m sticking with.

On the way back I saw a dead baby blackbird lying by the old school well. (That didn't give me a lift.)