13-03-2023, 03:07 PM
A few years ago I heard and felt a loud bang at the front of our house. I went out to see what had happened and in the twilight I could see nothing. A couple of days later I saw a lump of red sandstone lying on the pavement and discovered it had been knocked off our windowsill by a piece of agrindustrial equipment. The street was built just after the plague and designed for perhaps two oxcarts to pass. I regularly see huge herringbone tyre tracks within inches of the front doors on our side of the street as the size of farm machinery has grown out of proportion to the available road dimensions. The speed at which the agricultural traffic tears through the village is terrifying.