Whenever I hear or read ‘Retirement Village’ (and with all respect!) I get an association with a phase between life and after-life. Yesterday I was standing on a hill and I pictured this symbolic view. It’s indeed very close.
A week ago there was some life in our rural village. The vane of the church had been stuck for several years (the wind always came from the Southwest 😉 ) and the church board succeeded at last in obtaining the funds to ‘loosen’ the vane. In the meantime municipal workers cleaning the street and reverend Frikkie and his wife Serina (last picture) are happy.