A shot of village England from the train as we passed at high speed today. A shot a second or so earlier would have given a slightly better view, however the big houses, the church, and the green represent the usual English village that tourists love. Whether the pub remains open or whether actually living there is good is another matter. The TV programmes often show folks looking for a small, quiet village to retire to. They talk of community spirit, a local friendly pubs, and give the impression they can fit in anywhere. Maybe so but do the villagers take to them I wonder? Some folks live forty years in a village and are still reckoned as outsiders by those born there. I suspect if you have money and do not upset the routine you may be alright, but it could be too cosy for some. Occasionally incomers are known to demand the church bell stops ringing as they came to the country for quiet, some even demand local chickens or cattle in fields are removed. That is not how to endear oneself to the locals. One or two houses are available however £6-900,000 would be required for the bigger ones, good luck!
While up town being browbeaten and nagged by Helen (Is there a school women attend where they learn to bully males?) concerning job searching, I noticed the river was deep, fast flowing and as you can see a bit murky. This reflects the rainfall over the past month. I noticed from the train the river had flooded in many places, on occasion filling ready made holes and flood basins, yet we know the rain is insufficient to find its way deep into the earth, to fill reservoirs or aid farmland in the long run. Personally I think we have had enough, but I do not posses a garden, a crop nor a vast need for water. The hosepipe ban continues but some would say there are still too many mains pipes leaking that water companies are too busy counting their profits to notice. They may have a point.