You cycle into the village. Past the triangle at the intersection of the roads at the top of the village, in front of the Manor, which has been carefully mown. Down to the Green. You sit under the oak, in the shade, and admire the church. Maybe the Green has just been cut, and there's the sweet smell of freshly mown grass. You may wonder who has done all this mowing, of the verge up to the Triangle and back again, and here.
