Pastel paintings of flowers line the walls. Very funereal-looking flowers. I passed Mrs Watkins out on her walker; called out a friendly hello. She looked through me as though I wasn’t there. Hopefully, today was one of Ernie’s good days. He lets his marbles come and go and sometimes I think it’s...
There was uninterrupted green hedging to the left, paddocks of greying grass to the right. Black cattle nosed around the grass, winding long strands around their tongues. Then, on the left, there was an opening in the hedge. Tall pink gates, a sign, ‘Hocking Hall’. I pulled in, stepped out and pr...