Every morning, I take my dog Dougal for a walk. But Sunday mornings are very special as it is on Sundays that my neighbour John does his washing!
John is an elderly bachelor and his brother Francis comes up on Sundays to help John with his washing. The washing is done in a "copper" outside and when Dougal and I come down the hill towards John's house, we can see the smoke swirling around in the morning air. It is a beautiful, peaceful scene - the cows munching away and John and Francis pottering - putting wood under the copper and hanging out the clean clothes on the lines.
How long, I wonder will I be privileged to view this scene?
