Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? Spent most of my time in the woods, chillin’ with trees and critters. But today? Oh boy, Faringdon had other plans for me.
So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the roundabout at the top of the High Street. Like, why do they even need that many? It’s like a mini rollercoaster for cars. I’m just tryna get to the market, but nope, stuck in traffic. Classic Faringdon, I guess.
Finally, I park up near the old church on the corner of Church Street. St. John’s, I think? It’s a beaut, but I’m not here for sightseeing. I’m on a mission. Gotta grab some supplies for my next tree-planting gig.
I hit the market, and wow, it’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere. I’m talkin’ apples, carrots, you name it. But then, I see this bloke selling homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, man. I get all excited, like a kid in a candy store. I try a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m like, “Gimme that!” But then, I realize I left my wallet in the truck. Ugh!
So, I’m standing there, all embarrassed, while the jam guy gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You poor soul.” I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming. Why can’t I just remember my wallet?
After that, I decide to stroll down to the Faringdon Folly. It’s this tower thing, right? I’ve seen it a million times, but today, I’m feeling adventurous. I climb up, and let me tell ya, the view is sick! You can see the whole town, the fields, everything. I’m up there, feeling like a king. But then, I spot a bunch of litter down below. Seriously? Who does that?
I’m all fired up now. I’m a forester, I care about nature, man! So, I grab my phone and snap a pic. Gonna post it later, get people riled up about keeping Faringdon clean.
Then, I head down to the local pub, The Bell. I need a pint after all this madness. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, chatting, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. I order a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I sit down, and this old fella next to me starts chatting. He’s got stories for days about Faringdon. Like, did you know there’s a ghost in the old town hall? I’m like, “No way!”
But then, outta nowhere, this group of rowdy lads comes in. They’re loud, obnoxious, and I’m just trying to enjoy my drink. One of ‘em spills his pint all over me. I’m soaked! I’m ready to blow a gasket, but then I see the look on his face. He’s mortified. So, I just laugh it off. “No worries, mate! Just a little ale bath!”
After that, I’m feeling good again. I chat with the old fella some more, and he tells me about the history of Faringdon. Like, how it used to be a market town back in the day. I’m loving it.
As the sun starts to set, I head back to my truck. I’m exhausted but happy. Faringdon’s got its quirks, for sure. But it’s homey, you know? I think about all the trees I’ll be planting soon, and I can’t help but smile.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, innit? Faringdon, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.