There is little doubt I like this place. It’s the last property on a small development.
Lambs feeding on a ewe greeted me this morning. Their tails wagging wildly as they gained access to milk.
The hot tub too. My space. My domain. And then she appeared. A lady, perhaps in her seventies knocking on the door. I pondered submerging but realised breathing would be a problem. The lady was here for a natter with a bloke she’d never seen before. Admiringly she said “you’re a bit of a boy” as my shorts covered body revealed way too much flesh.
I have no idea what we spoke about. Deafness and water noise limited the conversation. I didn’t even catch her name when she shared it.
And while it was all harmless, it was a little reminder to make sure I stay decent while enjoying these facilities. There are standards I need to keep now that I know I’m under observation!