This is a very green part of the world but for miles and miles there is no access to the countryside bar a few desperately muddy footpaths that lead from a roadside with nowhere to park to the middle of a herd of cows. We ended up walking along a quiet road where we had to put up with only one car going past. It went past very fast and noisily though as it was a TVR being driven (aren't they all) by someone with a mid-life crisis. Being a TVR (a handmade British sportscar with a reputation for good looks and unreliability) it promptly broke down 200 yards up the road. Only after much cajoling of the starter motor did it reluctantly burst into uproar once again and it lurched off, carrying Mr Toad away on his life's journey and leaving us to the peace and beauty of the setting sun.
1 comment:
Dreamy photo. Love the narrative!
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