A peek into the English countryside
Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:44 am
An opportunity to break the groundhog dayish existence, of working and working on finding work, through my friend Manas, popularly known as Meanass and rightly pronounced as “Man Ass” by our English friends, getting an interview for the position of a quality control Engineer in an aerospace components making firm tucked in the olde-worlde dales of a small town called South Molton in Devon county. Luke was to drive the Renault Laguna while Vishal, another friend, and I were to pester and generally distract Manas from the interview tension. Luka took us to South Molton, covering 200+ miles in no time.
The small town itself was quite save for the bustle in the once in a week Thursday market. Many see to know each other and selling mouth watering goodies. Most cars had dogs in the rear. For such a smallish town, there were many eateries all offering traditional delicacies. The place we stepped in served us delectably toothsome pippin hot food in great heaps, beans, sausages, eggs, bacon, hash browns, buttered peas, toast and tea, all for the grand sum of £ 3.00. The young girl who brought us the food never allowed the bright sunshine of her smile to fade for a second.
I stepped into the sporting goods shop and chatted up with the very friendly lady who runs it. She tells me that there was lots of fishing and shooting available. I enquired of the deer signs that frequently marked the roadside and she tells me that there were plenty on the moor. She only sells shotgun shells and not guns. Lots of fishing rods, clothing, air rifles, though. Then she tells me that her husband is an Indian and he was away on business who otherwise would have loved to talk to me in Hindustani. We dropped Meanass at the interview venue and left to look see around the place.
Serene and green with woodlands dotting the picture,it’s a beautiful country, rolling hills and winding roads, green pastures and quietly flowing streams, cows and sheep grazing unhurriedly and unmindful of anything else etc. On a hilltop we see this gentleman immersed in a book with his canine companion keeping a vigil on the road. The moment he opened the door, the dog jumped out, probably waiting for an opportunity looking at his eagerness, and started searching for something right earnestly. The laughing gentleman tells us that he was searching for a stick to play with. Right opposite to him is a pasture with assorted cows loading their faces.
There were pheasants every where and I found disconcertingly numerous road killed cock- pheasants, not a single hen among the killed.
We spent some time in a nearby town called Barnstaple.
On our way back, Luka took us to see the Bristol Bridge. We could not spend much time in Bristol as Luka was to leave next day early in the morning to fly to his young son and wife.
The cherry on the icing came yesterday with the news that the firm made the colossal mistake of their history,which will not be long henceforth, with the decision to hire Meanass. The aerospace company's future will be firmly grounded soon.
Hope you enjoyed this.Thanks for stopping by to read.
Best-
Vikram
The small town itself was quite save for the bustle in the once in a week Thursday market. Many see to know each other and selling mouth watering goodies. Most cars had dogs in the rear. For such a smallish town, there were many eateries all offering traditional delicacies. The place we stepped in served us delectably toothsome pippin hot food in great heaps, beans, sausages, eggs, bacon, hash browns, buttered peas, toast and tea, all for the grand sum of £ 3.00. The young girl who brought us the food never allowed the bright sunshine of her smile to fade for a second.
I stepped into the sporting goods shop and chatted up with the very friendly lady who runs it. She tells me that there was lots of fishing and shooting available. I enquired of the deer signs that frequently marked the roadside and she tells me that there were plenty on the moor. She only sells shotgun shells and not guns. Lots of fishing rods, clothing, air rifles, though. Then she tells me that her husband is an Indian and he was away on business who otherwise would have loved to talk to me in Hindustani. We dropped Meanass at the interview venue and left to look see around the place.
Serene and green with woodlands dotting the picture,it’s a beautiful country, rolling hills and winding roads, green pastures and quietly flowing streams, cows and sheep grazing unhurriedly and unmindful of anything else etc. On a hilltop we see this gentleman immersed in a book with his canine companion keeping a vigil on the road. The moment he opened the door, the dog jumped out, probably waiting for an opportunity looking at his eagerness, and started searching for something right earnestly. The laughing gentleman tells us that he was searching for a stick to play with. Right opposite to him is a pasture with assorted cows loading their faces.
There were pheasants every where and I found disconcertingly numerous road killed cock- pheasants, not a single hen among the killed.
We spent some time in a nearby town called Barnstaple.
On our way back, Luka took us to see the Bristol Bridge. We could not spend much time in Bristol as Luka was to leave next day early in the morning to fly to his young son and wife.
The cherry on the icing came yesterday with the news that the firm made the colossal mistake of their history,which will not be long henceforth, with the decision to hire Meanass. The aerospace company's future will be firmly grounded soon.
Hope you enjoyed this.Thanks for stopping by to read.
Best-
Vikram
Then minimise all open applications and right click on your desktop, select properties and click on it. A Window will open, on its top right hand side their will be a tab labelled "Settings", click on this tab.
That should tell you how utterly crazy it was!