I went down to the village yesterday.
For once it was very pleasant and quite warm. It was deal weather to sit in the sun outside the coffee shop and enjoy people watching as I sip my coffee and puff on the pipe.
A family came in. Two adults and a child. I would guess the adults were in their late thirties and the wee girl around ten. I’m not very good at guessing ages. They grabbed a table in the shade and sat down.
Immediately they all whipped out their mobile phones.
Without a word, the three of them just sat there, each silently staring at their little bits of plastic and metal.
A beautiful day in a scenic location. Yet they choose to sit and do something they could do at home on a miserable wet day.
I felt sorry for them.