A Ride Through Anywheresville

Even though I only had the one working day last week I was exhausted yesterday. I think it was all the tension and anxiety being released about my return to work.
Today, on the way back from the Sunday shop, we stopped in Anywheresville (actually the new housing complex of Peters Village) for a quick walk round and to try and take a shot. I was struck, yet again, by how anonymous and quiet it was, the blandness of the housing and streets felt soporific and strangely depressing. However, my attention was drawn to the hoardings which seemed to promise a dream of endless cycle rides through dappled light with a smile constantly plastered all over your face. It all felt very Stepford Wives.