I walked up to the end of our road this morning (it’s not very far) and struck up a conversation with the man from no. 21. I have long admired the construction of the roof of his house and, this morning, after introducing ourselves, he gave me a tour of his lovely home.
Rick is a retired man (originally from manchester) whose wife died a year ago. He’s lived on this road for the past six years and is off on a 7-week cycling tour of europe (via borneo to visit a friend who works on a research station in orangutan country). He was a few minutes of unexpected delight in my morning.