Some of the cutesy ālittle English villageā things Iāve picked up living where I do; Iāll pass on some of it to you!
The little old lady at the end of my road, Betty, makes really good flapjacks and scorns me for not wearing more than a T-shirt in the winter and laughing that her husband was the same way.
There is nowhere that dogs arenāt allowed here so long as they behave, co-op, estate agent, dentist~ you name it.
The village market is a great place to make connections~ everyone knows each other and the barter is quite interesting; āĀ£5 for the fleece and Iāll help you with that shed youāve been putting off putting togetherā āAND youāll bring biscuits,,ā ā...deal!ā Ect.
Mid September if you head up still woods in the day time there are almost always a group of kids gathered around the old horse chestnut tree looking for conkers (more likely to throw at each other than to play conkers with) or conkers still inside the seed pod (absolutely to throw at each other) but you will never see any kids *in* the perfectly climable tree; donāt be tempted to be the first up there
If you find yourself walking past the doctors surgery by accident and it is late enough that the cast iron, barred gate has been pulled close and secured with a chain and a large padlock do not under any circumstances be tempted to look into any of the windows or approach the premises~ especially if youāre in the winter months and the sky has not yet regained its early evening glow. Keep walking in the same direction and you will get where you are going.
If you are passing by the town hall, perhaps on the way to the co-op as I often am, and you hear music; feel free to stop and listen for a while! If the lights are on it is not advised to aproach~ especially not if the car park is empty or it is dark out; just ignore it and keep walking. !!!! If this happens and the music stops I, in the interest of your continued sanity, would recommend adopting a calm sprint for as long as you can manage.
Donāt take shortcuts through the fields by the abandoned granary and mill once it gets dark, ignore any lights you see coming from the mill.
If you for some reason find yourself at the river before the woods; you might happen to see a āpersonā stumble out of the woods appearing to be gravely injured. On this occasion they may collapse and beg you to help them away from the woods. It is reccomended not to react or act shocked and leave the area unhurriedly. You should not be tempted to acknowledge or engage with the āpersonā; they will attempt to get you to help them across the river. It is imperative you abstain from even approaching the river- you are the only human unaware enough to wind up this close to the woods anyway, so donāt feel guilty.
Some of the older farmer types speak Manx; a Gaelic dialect!
When a locally owned small business emerges it is good practice to offer to help out on a weekend for the sake of it.
thatās all of the things I can think of at the moment~ Iād be happy if anyone else living fairly rural has anything to add!
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