Well, it's a lovely, quiet country lane not meant for two "Land Rovers to pass at once but that happens sometimes, so the quiet gets disturbed by horns. This usually happens during the school run hours a couple of times a day. There are also horse riders that stroll along the road and that occasionally causes breaks to squeal. Then there are my dogs that bark at innocent people that get too close to the house as they walk by. This time of year it's really pretty and wild with queen ann's lace, tall grasses and wild flower hedges that are all in need of trimming.
The road wasn't sounding so good. It got worse though,and strange.
Running Man- the man that runs by at a very fast pace, fully kitted out in a track suit. Though lately, Running Man has been seen in a little red pick up truck with a woman in the front, driving down our road, not running.
Waving Lady- she walks very day, back and forth, up and down the road. She doesn't smile, she just stops and salutes you if she knows you or your car. She hates my dogs.
Biker Boy- Haven't figured him out yet but he bikes up and down the road on a mountain bike, in the hardest gear about six times, back and forth, for a reason that I can only guess, is exercise. There are two hills before and after out house so maybe he enjoys the pain.
Mean Old Man- Well that says it all. He wears creepy dark glasses and walks with a cane that I know he doesn't need because when he banged on our hall window with it a few weeks back to annoy my dogs, I caught him and ran around our hedge to tell him off, and he was sprinting away. He has to be the other side of 70. Unfortunately one wall of our house is right on the road and with in easy reach of old men with canes.