No place like home

Yet another reason I love where I live: I walked up to the village shop to pick up a few bits; the winds here today (and most of the winter on the North Cornish coast…) are hardcore.

On the way back from the shop, an older couple were bundled in coats with hoods up, walking their small dogs. As we approached one another, I smiled and said cheerily, “A great day for kiting!” to which they both smiled, laughed and replied, “but not for much else!” It was a brief, fun, positive exchange on a day where it’d be too easy to keep your head down and suffer the weather.

But not here. Here – no matter what the weather or level of social awkwardness – most people say hello, smile, and try not to grumble.
I love my community. 🙂

One thought on “No place like home”

  1. Ours is the same 🙂 It seems small communities are better at being ‘communities’; I’d never go back to a town. Larger numbers of people make it impossible to smile and speak to everyone and when you don’t make even some sort of basic contact self protection kicks in.

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