Street-fightin’ gentry

A little of the paper war about Revolver spilled over into the physical world on the weekend. I was taking Nessie out for her evening constitutional, just as the café was closing round about 4 o’clock. As I neared the corner I became aware of raised voices. Rod, the café owner, was standing at the fence of nearby neighbours, and both the man and the woman of the house were making a lot of noise with their mouths. I’m a dreadful reporter – I couldn’t distinguish a word they were saying. But as I passed them, their little dogs came charging at the fence yapping furiously at Nessie. Nessie, of course, responded in kind and I was preoccupied with getting her to the corner. I did hear Rod say, with admirable calm, ‘Well, all I can say is, go ahead and take more photos …’ Someone told me that he had offered them free breakfasts, but it seems they are implacable.

Apparently just before I arrived on the scene, the outraged neighbour had shouted into the cafe, urging Rod to pack up and leave because no one wanted him there, and then seized the brass ashtray, threatening to smash it on the footpath. Oh dear!

2 responses to “Street-fightin’ gentry

  1. That is so sad. We drove past on Saturday around 11am (didn’t have time to stop and have coffee) and it all looked so peaceful. Let’s hope these people can learn to live with the new addition to the neighbourhood. The strange thing is that if they tried to sell the place, the chances are that it would be snapped up by someone thrilled at the chance to live close to a good cafe!


  2. M-H: I know. Deeply sad. I hope to have an un-charged conversation with one of them if/when we meet when walking dogs, try to understand what they’re thinking ….


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