“Good morning,” I said to the woman behind the counter as I closed the door-latch of the chemist’s shop in Burnham Market.
“Good morning,” she said, eating a pear.
“A pear,” I said.
“Yes,” she said, gesturing to a basket out the back with the cellophane untucked. “We had a whole basket of fruit.”
“From a grateful customer?”
“Yes.”
I bought some paracetamol and still had plenty of time to catch the bus from the Green outside, despite our chattiness. This was a friendly place to someone used to London. In fact, anywhere is a friendly place to someone used to London. The only complaint about Burnham is that it is too nice, a bit like the Cotswolds: the houses are well maintained and frighteningly expensive, there are plenty of restaurants, all booked up, and the price of groceries is something.
27 June 2019, The Tablet
The only complaint about Burnham is that it is too nice, a bit like the Cotswolds
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