A Summer Weekend in a Village

Tan Mei said: “Write me about a summer day in your village. It will be good practice for Cherry.”

This is what I sent:

On a summer afternoon you can hear what people are doing. Someone is watching a Grand Prix. Their French windows are open.

At this time people sit out on garden chairs until late in the evening.

Sometimes the smell of a barbecue drifts across the hedges.

At the pub across from the Retirement Home people sit out on wooden benches.

When it’s dark they may see bats flitter past the windows of their bedrooms.

Had you been out and about this afternoon, you might have seen these things….

(I made this little album with a caption for each picture…)