|Roses picture taken in the summer.|
Today we arrived home from getting the food shopping. The car went to swing into our drive, and there were loads of people (read half a coach load), in our front garden. Cameras slung around their necks. Some standing on the pallets of new blocks and stone for the building works that are commencing soon.
Turn the other way to the gardened area, and there were people all over that as well. Selfie sticks in high use and people zooming in to the grape hyacinths and daffodils. The drive way littered with said blooms, which had been picked for selfies. One woman had daffs, clutched to her chest, standing aloft the new blocks pallet, having her picture taken with the house behind. Our neighbours home.
Now this isnt something that happens every day, you see, we removed some fence panels, so they could have a new oil tank fitted, this was the only way for them to do so. Meaning their normally hidden beauty of a home, was on full view to the road from our drive way...
Why did the people, who seemed to think that they were OK, to just keep milling around like they were visiting Blenheim Palace and paid and entrance fee? Well, it would seem that their coach had broken down and the pub food was scoffed by them before a replacement had arrived. The coach was abandoned further on down the road, hazard lights flashing. The Driver seemingly had told them to wander the village.
They obviously all thought it was OK to wander all over our property, and had even used the fence panel removal as not only a photo opportunity to have their picture with a Cotswold stone cottage, they also wandered into their very picturesque garden, which due to huge amounts of rain, has been really quite boggy and they had mashed the grass into mud. My neighbours are quite elderly, so seeing strangers peering into their windows and having pictures taken in their garden, scared them half to death. They called the police and the farmer from down the road.
The farmer arrived as we did, with his dogs in the cab. The dogs flew out of the cab, barking like mad. If it had been a few weeks ago, he would have arrived with the guns from the local shoot, the dogs and the Beaters. It put the wind up them. Posh Boy helped the lady down from her lofty place. The farmer was bellowing at them that all of the gardens in this village are private property and that they had nearly given the neighbour a heart attack.
So, yeah it has been one of those days.
I now have a new found sympathy for the people who live in Burford and Bibury, where they are descended on daily by coaches of people, who think that the plants and flowers were put there just for the tourists to pick.
I hope a fox had pee'd on the daffs that are all over the drive. I cant wait for the electric gates to be put up at the front of our drive and a really lovely high wall!
In other news, on Tuesday, I fell up the front steps and into the porch, superman style. Left my shoes outside, landed on my elbow (of the superman arm), smacked my ribs from the car crash (yep, nice right? did you hear me cry out where you live?), face planted on the door mat grazing my face, lovely bruises down both fore arms and smashed my shins on the 3 inch high lip of the front door, that felt like a knife, smaking into the bones. *wink* I therefore looked a sight as Posh Boy tried to help me out of the car.
I wish now that I had video ed it on my phone, with all the people in the garden. I never remember that my phone does that.
This all reminded me of a post on John Gray's blog, where people were looking in his windows. We didn't invite anyone in like he did. Nope they were hearded down the road, by a tractor with the bucket down.
"Welcome to village life, please mind your step."