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The village still nestles in its past traditional old world charm.
It has not yet been ravaged by the whiz kid over zealous young adventurous rip apart property development brigade.
The bull stands out as a traditional water hole for the travel sick tourist.
Intent sight on seeing of Roman artefacts and remains.
Faithfull horse Vicky towing the loaded cart on Kens round of vegetables sold to public at point of contact.
Sadly the Scene is in time past. Kens Faithful horse friend Vicky passed away.
The sadness of this traumatic endured time from the loss of his horse.
Ken not long after sadly passed away and with sadness one can reflect that nothing is forever.
Old age is remembering the past.
Ones old age is the is looking back on the never to be recaptured youth of ones yesteryear.
One can never go back in time in body only in the memory of your own mind. Live then for today.
Buy your beer at the bull and to hell with tomorrows hangover.
Life is about memories and when you leave this Life. All you take with you are those memories.