Again, walked to the village pub yesterday lunchtime as was working from home. Per usual the Alsatian farmyard guard dog barked growled and snarled at me as I walked past. No change there then.
At the top of the country lane stands a large house, a gated property that also has an Alsatian guard dog, which also barks at me as I walk past, however with a few gentle words she comes right up the gate and wags her tail. Certainly, a lot friendlier than the dog just down the lane.
Anyway, when I first moved into this house, I was looking at some old Victorian maps of the area dated at 1876. The property with the friendlier guard dog is listed as “Hospital for incurable diseases”, I can’t find out online when the building ceased to become a hospital, and converted into a private home, but sod living there though. Can you imagine the dozens, or even the hundreds of poor souls that died in that property..?