Services and Shopping

This morning as I walked the dogs along the pavement-less lanes, Az wandered in his vague, old-dog manner, towards the middle of the road, as a van was approaching.  I leapt to retrieve him, fearing that it might be the Tesco delivery van, which is driven by a man who feels that White Van Men are wusses and Tesco groceries must be delivered at a minimum of 40 mph or they may explode.

But no!  It was the Waitrose van!  So of course it pulled politely to a halt until the driver was quite sure that it was safe to pass, which he did giving me a nice smile and a little wave.  
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