A long time ago. I was 18. A keen cyclist I had a local route I used a lot. About 5 miles almost square in layout on the flat. Basically a lane leading to one house and an old orchard on a corner between 2 other lanes. The route was great as you could see any cars coming for miles, not that there were many of those.
The cottage was set back into the orchard slightly off the road. It wasn't big but had a fairly large outhouse/open barn out back. The orchard was untidy the trees unpruned and with some large bushes here and there underneath the trees.
I rarely saw the occupants. In fact I often thought the place was deserted but sometimes there would be an old red Renault 4 parked outside.
One day after doing a lap I saw the car coming towards me. I slowed down and pulled to the side to let the car pass. The driver was a woman wearing a large floppy straw hat, big sunglasses, and a beaming smile. She had amazing white teeth set off by her deep tan. She smiled and mouthed thanks as she drove past. She looked lovely.
I carried on my route hoping to get 6 circuits in if possible.
