Peace, perfect peace today...
Mayday means about forty-seven million motorbikes hurtling past 'The Turrets' on their way to Hastings for some sort of rally.
We're in a 30mph zone but the acceleration of the blasted bikes start just by our drive, and the screaming racket hangs around for several seconds - minutes - hours, up to lunch time. We reckon they're doing about seventy by the time they get into the 40mph zone a few yards further down the road.
Nice day today though, Mrs Growster and I always get a little shopping in locally, and smile with a few chums on the way!
And its peace, perfect peace...