Where I belong

It’s been almost a year since we moved here from Cardiff. It took a while to get used to the tractors, the horses, the large fluffy dogs and stuff.

But today it really felt like home – the butcher asked how our cycle ride went.

Let me explain. When we moved in everyone seemed to know everyone. Shop assistants would chat to customers like they’d known them for years. In the bakers. In the butchers. We don’t have a candle-stick maker. We do have a pottery, mind. Yesterday the butcher asked whether we were on holiday for the day, and we explained that we had the whole summer off, and were going off cycling. We were duly warned to ‘make sure you wear plenty of sun-cream’.

And today he asked how it went. And people looked at us as if we were now the locals, and they wanted that familiarity.

So there you have it. We’ve made it.