A comment to the last post by Anonymous Rick stirred the grey goo in my head and I discovered I was driving back in time. This little reminiscence my trigger such memories in those visiting who are of an age.
Remember driving along country roads, rounding a bend and finding you had to slow to a crawl as you were now behind a farmer, going the same way, either taking cattle to milk or sheep to pastures new? You remember don’t you. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence and you thought nothing of it did you. You just ambled along behind ‘till the herd turned off the road, the farmer gave you a wave of thanks and you could move on.
Now? Folk get apoplectic with rage if they get ‘stuck’ behind someone tootling along at fifty five in a sixty mile per hour zone. Oh how things have changed.
In other news did you catch the Sky news lady ‘reporting’ on the Trumpton night? Apparently the audience was ‘heavily white.’ I can only guess ‘heavily’ was deemed to sound more racist than ‘predominantly’. How sad.
And later, a new one to add to the list of ‘job’ titles you didn’t know existed, when some chap was interviewed regarding the reopening of schools and the ticker informed me he was the ‘director of parents and teachers for excellence’. Say wot now? Who knew eh?
I’m quietly confident you’ve noticed that the BBC weather ladies, when mentioning the cool, windy, rainy weather stress it’s not unusual for this time of year - no mention of the fast approaching solar minimum – but the few hot days we’ve had are reported, with sadness in their eyes, as unprecedented and a portent of the global warming doom that’s just round the corner. Relentless, is it not.
Quote; Vera Lynn.
“There’ll always be an England, while there’s a country lane. Wherever there’s a cottage small, beside a field of grain… There’ll always be an England… England shall be free if England means as much to you as England means to me.”
2 comments:
You must have read my mind. I remember precisely that. Local farmer (I went to school with his son) brings cows out from a field onto the road - and a main road at that - and drives them, with the help of his dog, 100 yards or more to his farm on the opposite side of the road. All other details just as you said. An event so commonplace it would rarely if ever merit a comment.
And you in turn sent me off again down memory lane.
Just two years ago we had an escaped cow wandering along our own little rat run. It was such fun watching them all have to slow down. "Hey, It's just like living in the country", I joyfully commented. I think it went over most peoples heads (the comment that is - the cow was rescued after about half an hour).
Who says nostalgia ain't what it used to be eh.
Like Basil Fawlty said: "Happy? - I remember Happy".
Classic Steeleye track too.
Have a nice weekend
Rick
Rick,
And that kicked-in a similar memory; first house I had was not too far from a slaughter-house and on occasion some prisoners would escape and run free round the local streets causing wot would now be called 'traffic chaos'. Oh how the local dogs loved the chase as the abattoir staff rounded-up the escapees.
I'll send you further back in time this evening with an apt repeat of an old post.
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