Done and Dusted

No sign of any electioneers here to raise my eyebrows at.

There was a steady stream of elderly folks dropping in to the polling station this evening. I wonder what they make of it all. I had my camera tucked away in my hoodie in the hope of catching a rebellious blip in the church hall, but being young(ish) was causing quite a stir as it was; I'm sure the average age of the locals where I live is 74.

Now it's time to sit back and watch and wait. Very interesting.