A view on a path in southern England. This was on the Battle Circular walk. At one point on the walk, not far from here, I was on a very small country lane. A van pulled up and was unsure of the way forward so the man got out to ask me for help. He was a young, blue-collar gent, who had a thick accent and was very friendly. I had to disappoint him and tell him I didn’t know the way and could only offer my cheap walking map. He thanked me of course, but then upon hearing my US accent, made a friendly inquiry as to my being there. I explained my situation. He laughed, and whilst ignoring his van, dove into a story about meeting George Bush Sr while working at a golf course in Scotland. He said Bush Sr was quite nice and he was impressed by him, but the whole time he wanted to lean into him and whisper, “Your son’s a fucking cunt though!” He made sure I understood that he did not, in fact, say those words, though he had wanted to do so. After a bit of a laugh he composed himself, bid me good day, hopped into his van and drove off down the tiny little lane.