If Longfellow had lived in our little lane, he may have been tempted to reword his famous poem ever so slightly. After years of inverted victory-signs and anonymous notes in the letter-box which met with no response from us, a certain person has now resorted to lurking in the dark as we walk the dogs and to follow us and mutter obscure obscenities. "... only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."
Who says life in the country was dull? Our evening walks are highly entertaining. But not tonight; tonight is 'Barramundi Night' at the Club.
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