Shelley Village
The Minder got them away at 1.40 or so. It should have been 1 o’clock.
“They weren’t bad were they?” “No, they were very nice, I thought.”
I walked back to the car. The sun was out. I had had a most wondrous and rewarding day. A day that I shall treasure for a long, long time.
“There” I thought, stretching myself,
“To-day hasn’t been bad at all”.
JMH
August 2004.
Yorkshire Village of the Year
