Twelve years ago I changed bus stops. This might seem a little irrational, but after 24 years of using the stop to the left of the house in Sweden, I went right instead. They’re almost equidistant; four minutes to the left and three to the right.
The left hand stop is nice enough, with houses on both sides of the road, but nothing special. If you look at these photos from the stop on the right, you’ll see that the view is not bad at all. It’s further from the sea, but you can see the sea.
In another direction you have a meadow with flowers. This time of year it’s lupins. When I first changed it was wild violets, and I picked them for Mother’s Day, for when Mother-of-witch was in hospital.
And behind the stop there is a farm. Also very idyllic. It makes waiting for the bus almost nice.
I also saw a hare the other day, but it hared off down the gravel path by the lupins before the camera had time to do its business.