One of the things I really love about living in our village of Uphill is the fact that once rush hour is over – those couple of times between 8:45 and 9:15 and 2:50 and 3:20 when it is rush hour, most of the roads are really quiet. OK, so in the middle of summer when we have lots of people coming to the beach, or in those times I’ve mentioned when cars are bring children to the village school and then taking them home (why can’t they walk?) – then the village is really quiet.
Tonight at about 8:50, I walked from our house down the main street running through Uphill… yes, I walked along the actual road, in the middle of the road. It is so quiet and peaceful that you don’t have to keep to the pavements, you can just…. stroll along down the road to the pub. If by some chance a car is coming, the village is so quiet that you can hear it coming long before it passes you – by which time you’re safely on the pavement.
So tonight, after a very pleasant evening in the pub, when we didn’t win a single thing in the quiz but had a really lovely time, I strolled home, right down the middle of the road.
Lois Elsden 
Towards the end of her life my mother used to go on about how she hated the wind. Not the snow as you might expect living in Canada but the wind. Asked why she said her mother told her to walk down the middle of the road on a windy day to avoid getting hit by fallen chimney pots or slates blown off roofs. Did you get told that as a little girl?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Do you know, that does ring a bell… it’s an elusive memory but maybe it will come to me…
LikeLike