Signs of the Times

I’ve just had a cold sausage sandwich for lunch. It was made with seeded brown bread and Branston pickle. It was the second of the day as the first one had been so nice. The second was nicer, but I did feel guilty whilst eating it. I am, in case you hadn’t guessed, considering the idea of losing weight.

Earlier in the day I dropped Julia off at work, bought a new battery for my micrometer (better than a ruler for measuring coins and medallions), went to Hobbycraft to buy some art supplies for Julia and decided to have a ride in the countryside.

I selected the road between East Bridgford and Kneeton because it’s a pleasantly rural road which reminds me of the countryside where I grew up. Unfortunately the verges have been cut and it wasn’t a great day for plants and pollinators.

I did take some pictures of a bee and a few flies but that was about it. There were quite a lot of white butterflies about and one brown one, but nothing stopped long enough for a photo. Same goes for birds. Rural pigeons don’t sit still when people point things at them and apart from them a few swallows were the main birdlife, but again, they are a bit quick for an old man.

I will be back later to add more details and photos. Until then you can think on the curse of modern villages – the building of expensive homes that nobody local can afford. The posh new people who move in then start complaining about the noise and smells from farms. They think that the countryside is a massive playground when it’s really a factory with no roof.

This isn’t really a surprise as most of the newcomers think food comes from Waitrose rather than out of the ground.

I have just set my alarm to wake me when it is time to collect Julia. Based on last week my planned Β “cup of tea in front of the TV” could be accompanied by closed eyes and snoring.

15 thoughts on “Signs of the Times

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  2. Laurie Graves

    The curse of gentrification! It happens here, too, both in our cities and in the country. Fortunately, where I live in central Maine, there isn’t too much of it. Not close enough to anything to be trendy. Keeps the area down-to-earth. Our immediate neighbors keep piles of lumber by the side of their driveway, which could be considered an eyesore to some. But he’s a carpenter with a business of his own. Where else is he supposed to keep it?

    1. quercuscommunity

      Exactly. In the Fens, where I used to live, there was also a tendency to keep scrap vehicles and anything else that might be useful. It wasn’t the sort of countryside you see on postcards. πŸ™‚

  3. derrickjknight

    Three of my grandchildren who were always fed on good, wholesome, food were amazed when they saw me shelling peas which, of course, always came from a frozen packet.


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