I've just been for a walk around the village. It is May, the gypsy lace is in flower, there are wallflowers outside my house, Mrs Regal Bird is rubbing down a piece of furniture outside her garage, Night Nurse has a female visitor on her doorstep and the man down the road is walking his Lassie dog past our neighbours-to-be, Mr and Mrs Champagne-Charlie's,although they haven't moved in to their house yet.
A van is parked where it shouldn't be while someone has a crafty fag and Nobby Odd-Job's neighbours have BT Open Reach in. MDF Man has parked in the field at the back of his house, the pub is shut and two people are getting out of their cars outside the village hall, which is bedecked with bunting. I can see Mr Grigg's Freeloader with a bag of garden rubbish in the back. Luckily for him the car is parked outside the right house - ours.
I know it is May because there are signs on the village green fence advertising coming events.
Am I mad? Have I gone back in time? Well, yes, kind of. I have been on a tour of The Enchanted Village courtesy of Google Street View, which now has 95 per cent of the country covered.
You just put in a location into Google Maps and then click on to the little yellow peg man and start walking.
It's a weird experience, and I don't like it much. Places caught in time, for people to peer into every nook and cranny.
Pelly Sheepwash will be pleased to know her lane isn't covered so the Sheepwashlets could be up to all sorts of mischief and no-one would know. Quite right too. I have zoomed into my window but can't see myself looking out. That might be a paradox.
That's about it
Love Maddie x
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