Thanksgiving

A dusting of snow and a fierce north wind kept me in bed longer than was wise this morning. Running out to catch the bus I found that the washing line had blown down and I was determined to get it up again, even though the wet washing was still on it. Result: the bus sailed by before I reached the end of the lane.

I started walking into town, thumbing as I went but without much hope as people rarely give me lifts. But after only a few minutes a couple did stop and this kind person got out of the passenger seat, although she was disabled, in order to let me climb in the back. She said she used to hitch hike when she was young. They dropped me outside the market hall and she graciously let me take a quick snap. So my gratitude on thanksgiving day goes to the lovely lady with the matching hair and outfit!

Have a happy day all of you in America.