I went and had my hair cut today - in beautifully Indian summer type weather. There is something really special about warm sunny weather in September I always think. I was reminded that it was very similar weather this time last year when I was off work because of my broken arm.
It amused me to note that everyone knew everyone in the hairdressers and conversation is always general whenever you go in there. It just shows the difference between living in a (very) small village and in a town or city. I don't know that many people but the hairdressers always remember me so it must be a case of once seen never forgotten.
It's much the same in the post office/village shop.