I was in a small market town this morning. Much to my surprise, it boasted a full complement of coffee shop chains and so I headed off to my favourite. I was quite surprised at how quiet everything was, even though it was nearly 10AM and there are only 10 days till “Winterval”. The town looked reasonably prosperous, with even the local “Woollies” replaced with a decent-looking (and enormous!) “pound shop”. But while it was not eerily still, I was taken aback at how quiet it was.
I was chatting to the chap making the coffee about this and he said that with the departure of Woolworths from the town, there wasn’t really anywhere you could buy toys in the town. Consequently, most of the people had taken to doing their shopping in the nearest city. And while they were buying the toys, they would be buying everything else there as well.
I was a bit taken aback, but it did make sense.
It was curiously sad and pathetic to be in a place that was that still at this time of year. I fear that it will soon be a hollow shell, filled with boarded windows and graffiti on the walls.
I hope I’m wrong.