a couple of years ago we'd taken the Train from Dymchurch to Dungeness the sun was shining,we stood on the beach watching an Artist at his easel painting a picture of wooden boat,saw a garden made of used paintbrushes,soaked up the magic....if only we could go back in time.
When I was at junior School,crossing the road,where we lived at least,was fairly simple and fairly safe as you could here a Car or Bus or Lorry coming along the road long before it ever got to you. That's how it has become now to some extent with the road where we are suddenly going from having thousands of vehicles pass by daily to falling eerily quiet such that,even though Cars are more silent than they used to be,you can now hear them approaching way before you see them. In this new found silence we can hear Bird-Song that used to be drowned out by the traffic noise,hear the Frogs in the Pond croak and splash,hear children playing in a garden several Houses away,hear a Lawn-Mower somewhere and Alright Now by Free playing on someone's Radio who knows where. Our local Town is empty of people,almost all shops and businesses are shut and every day seems like a Sunday. Most of us now have more time on our hands than ever before and most people aren't making any money at t...
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