Today Robbie and I struggled to get moving unlike the wind which was causing the local fields of long grass to sway. However fortune smiled upon me, for as I was heading for the main village bus stop, the local bus drifted alongside. Briefly I wondered should I run the four hundred yards to the bus stop, in hope that I might get there before the bus left. Or should I turn and hurry back to where the bus will stop on the way out of the village. But low and behold the bus had come to a stop and its door opened, Robbie and I were welcomed aboard. Real old fashioned courtesy, shades of days gone by, as I was give courteous consideration by my local bus driver. Thank you. Mike