Saturday, 15 June 2013
My sat nav has a sense of humour so is not to be relied on to give sensible directions and in any case the plug connector in Miranda refuses to power the joke map box up so I was relying on good old fashioned map work and an innate sense of direction.
As this was failing secret weapon of posties local knowledge would suffice. Except postie who was concerned that I was in a hurry, this she ascertained as I was travelling faster than a horse and cart, and convinced that "Theres no farm of that name in these parts me lover". She was mistaken in so many ways by that statement, I tried to reason with the yokel stereotype, as I was sure that along this road, behind her nice red van blocking the road, there was a left turn after some cottages "Oh arr you're right but I'm not sure where it leads" I left her to sucking her straw and found left turn and took it wondering how people in these parts got their post delivered.
Posted by Tony at 23:10