When I lived in Hereford & Worcester for a year in 1985, friend Chris hooked me up with his friend Percy. Percy, from Longridge originally just down the road from my childhood home in Preston, had moved to an isolated, very rural, totally off-grid tumbledown cottage. It was truly idyllic, and Percy welcomed me to share time at his amazing place. He survived by doing seasonal work, including hop picking with transient labourers, on farms nearby. Then one day in the 90s someone offered him a lift into the nearby market town of Bromyard to run some errands. The car crashed en route, and Percy died. A ironic end to a peaceful existence.
No comments:
Post a Comment