Not A Complaint

Our next door neighbours- the fence post people- are extending their business premises into the field where they used to keep alpacas. The noise of their machines edges closer. I think they may be building a warehouse.

This isn't a complaint. I'm a townie. I've lived near railway lines. As a kid I used to lie in bed and hear the trains rattle over the viaduct down the road and find it comforting. I'm boy enough to like machines.

No, it's not a complaint, it's a sigh. Another green field gone. Eheu fugaces...