"I miss getting my milk off the doorstep, I miss the glass bottles and putting them back on the doorstep for the milkman.. I miss having to shake them to mix the cream back in and I even miss the blue tits (birds) who would do this!"
The old man in the village had told me to look for the "triangle gate". When I asked what he meant, he shrugged, and said that if I was meant to find it, then I would. Standing in the lane, looking at the gateway, I paused for a moment. Did I really want to pass through? He had told me that there would be no turning back, once I had climbed over.