Polly Bowles:  

Life I just looked at my classmates profile and found that it said nothing - all my answers didn't fit the boxes. (So what's new?) And being that it's very nearly 40 years now since I've seen most of you, and I am wondering what happened to all of us, I thought I should share something about my life. I live in England, about 3 miles from the North Sea - in fact, the closest major city to us is Amsterdam! I am married to a wonderful Englishman. We are retired on a beautiful farm out here in what is, for tiny England, the middle of nowhere. I say it's a farm, but that's not really very true. We don't work at it. We rent pastures to horses. We lease the arable fields to someone who grows wheat or barley (for good English Bitter). Our farm animals consist of a few dozen pheasants - escapees from a local 'shoot' who have found refuge here; a Kestrel, who comes to our gatepost for breakfast (Peter staples a chicken wing to it [the gatepost] without fail every morning). There are wild Hares, Muntjacs (tiny antelopes who escaped from zoos and naturalized here) and Chinese Water Deer (ditto), and (don't tell our neighbors) Foxes, 3 kinds of Owls, and a multitude of Songbirds. We seem to spend our spare time watching the ongoing wildlife adventures on our lawn, or playing in the garden. Our house is an old brick farmhouse, built in stages over the last 300+ years. It's a lovely old place, cozy and eccentric. Peter and I figure that when we get Alzheimers they can just lock us in and we can wander to our hearts' content - up one staircase and down the other passing occasionally in the hall, hopefully being glad to meet each other again. Living in England is a trip. So many cultural and language differences. So many traps for the unwary. And everything...Expand for more