He told me he was feeling surrounded, hemmed in, corralled.
It wasn’t always like that he said. Where once he’d been one of a few houses, nowadays there were houses all round him.
Every week he observed a new house being pegged out on the land around him.
His view out his back window had gone. There were three houses there now.
The people were okay; it wasn’t them, but the feeling of being crowded in.
It was peaceful thought, no rowdy children, no noisy neighbours. He was glad he’d built a sturdy fence around his place.
He couldn’t blame people wanting to live where he did. It was a beautiful place, though not as it once was, but that was progress he said.
He was learning to live with change, after all the local shops were still there and he appreciated access to the butcher, the baker, and candlestick maker.
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