it is over 3k, not very far. the car stopped.

she offered me a lift. i explained that i

was out walking, not lost in the middle of

nowhere.



as she thought.



we smiled.



she lives in the garden cottage near the big

house, while i live behind the church.



a different village.



meanwhile those on the precipice

moved slowly.



she drove on while i turned and went home.



it continued raining.



sbm.