Maggie and I have had two walks round the Avenue today, and I noticed that one of the properties that was having work done had a carpenter’s van outside with a very snazzy logo of a little man with wood, hammer and a saw.
This morning I walked straight on instead of turning right, passing a variety of properties that aren’t quite so familiar.
A little girl looking out of an upstairs window on the opposite side of the road waved at me, so I waved back and she grinned.
I was particularly attracted by driveways today.
It was quite interesting the styles, designs and materials used, and how many people had actually got rid of their front gardens to make way for the second, third or even fourth family vehicle.
No two were identical, but I was aware that an awful lot of money had been spent ‘on the front line’ as we’d priced it ourselves once.
The drive in our semi looked something like this so was serviceable
but the one at the cottage was a mess, so we cheated and gravelled the lot, taking delivery of four tonnes of the stuff and getting out there with a shovel and a broom.
Continuing my walk, one property had a lovely front door, with an intricate rose pattern etched in the glass and decorative panels to match either side, but its beauty was lost due to the peeling and chipped paint surrounding it, and the fact that the front garden was so overgrown with brambles and weeds, the front window was completely obscured.
Another property had a telescope in the front downstairs window. I wondered if it was a case of spying on the neighbours, nowhere else to put it or ‘Look! I’ve got one of these!’ (We’d already noticed the house advertising their huge telly covering the entire back wall one evening and felt like getting a couple of chairs and parking ourselves directly opposite to watch cinemavision without sound. I expect some would-be burglar was thinking something else.)
Two doors down, a trophy of some description was holding court on an upstairs sill, seeing all and for all to see.
Several properties along this particular road are up for sale.
One was on the market when we first arrived. I thought it was a ground floor flat but is in fact a three bedroom house. The asking price has stayed at £275,000, which is why it is probably still for sale. House prices here in the UK have gone nuts, and is one of the reasons we ended up buying the boat.
Maggie was content to trot ahead, though my heart went in my mouth when I saw a fat black cat arch its back in one front garden when it saw her.
She stopped and looked at it from the pathway. In turn, it arched higher and glared back.
The ‘I can stare longer than you can’ game came to mind as neither backed down or moved. I spoilt the standoff by calling her to me and the cat looked smug at having won the contest (by default Puss, by default). Last time Maggie saw a cat on her walk, she chased it up a tree. This was not the same one, so maybe word has got around.
I saw something else on my walk this morning which was another reason Maggie had an action replay, but that’s for next time.