Deceptive II

It might be the gathering night in a small village with just a few houses and an old church. A church with a tower that dates back centuries. A single street of houses with a dozen street lights to light the way between the houses and the pub. Which is also at least three hundred years old and was once an important coach inn, but now struggles by on passing trade and Sunday lunches. The only other public amenities, apart from a few road signs, that I don't think really count, are the Victorian post-box set into the wall around the churchyard and the disused red phone box, now enjoying a new lease of life as a mini-library.

It might be, but it's not.