Thursday 8 July 2010: THE UPPER CRUST
On my way home from work today I was 'forced' to take a detour and attack the village from a different angle. The reason for the detour was because on the road that I normally take two cars were parked at strange angles and the drivers (I assumed that is who they were) were conducting a debate in the middle of the road. I did wonder, at first, if they were discussing whether farmer Mason had done right in putting his cows out to pasture without first sluicing them down. However, by the amount of finger pointing and fist shaking that was going on I suspect it was a case of rural road rage. I diverted quickly just in case they wanted me to referee.
The detour proved fortuitous as, taking the different approach to the village, I was able to take a picture of the above post box. It is situated at the side of the road by the 'posh' part of the village. All the village people who thought they were anyone used to live in the area. Now, of the 8 houses that adjoin the road there is only one (almost) working farm left, and just two houses that have retained their orignal residential purpose. The remainder have been turned into holiday cottages, a day nursery, a residential home for the elderly and residential apartments.
That being said, the residents of the area obviously want to retain the superior atmosphere and have decorated 'their' post box (obviously using the one in the centre of the village would be a bit of a come down) with flowers and have even erected two steps to enable ease of access.
When I loaded the picture on to the computer it was not as clearly defined as I had hoped (the light looked fine when I took the shot) so I tweaked it using the "I'm feeling lucky" facility on Picasa.