That Unknown Person Nov 26, 2009 21:16:19 GMT
Post by Dave on Nov 26, 2009 21:16:19 GMT
I’m hoping this thread will get plenty of replies.
Firstly let me explain by what I mean by “That Unknown Person” Merse must see thousands of unknown faces during his working day, I know I see so many myself, but sometimes there is one or two you see often and end up knowing the face very well. It could be they just stand out from all the others, or it could be the case they are where you are at around the same time of the day.
I have a few and they are all over the Southwest of England, but I’ll start this thread off with just the one and he happens to be a man. Every Monday and Thursday morning I set off from Newton Abbot heading for Weymouth, I do sometimes as I did this morning, call at one company in Bridport first.
But I always take the coast road to Weymouth and not go the Dorchester way as the companies I want to call on in Weymouth are mostly on the Granby Industrial estate near Weymouth’s football ground.
It’s a fun road to drive but can often be very dangerous in the early morning time, apart from the many bends and blind dips, it can be very windy on the road and does suffer often from thick sea mist. The other major problem is the early morning sun that rises in your face and as some of the hidden dips are deep, you can get to the top of one and you just can’t see the road at all.
One of the best parts of the drive along this road is when you arrive at the top of Abbotsbury hill, the view from there is something really special and different every time you see it. To look down on Chesil Beach stretching from where it joins abbotsbury to Portland has to be one of the best views in Dorset.
But before I get there I have to firstly go through Burton Bradstock, it’s a nice village but nothing compared to Abbotsbury and then it’s back up high on the open coast road. The road then goes down a bit of a hill and into a right hand bend and into a dip before it goes up another hill. This place must have a few houses somewhere, but all you really notice is a pub on the right hand side that has a porch over the front door with a large model bull sat on it.
Beside the pub is a bus stop and that is where I see my man, I always thought he must be standing there to catch the bus, I wonder if Barton has been on the upstairs deck of that bus? I only thought that as the bus comes along a bit latter to this place than I do. Forgot to say the name of this place, its called Swyre.
But when I have called into Bridport the odd time first, the bus has got to Swyre before me and my man was still standing there after the bus had left on its way to Weymouth. I first noticed him about 18 months ago; I guess he must be about 70 years old, not that tall and a little bit round (no stuartb I’m not describing myself). He looks like he has had a hard working life and wears dull clothes with a jacket and always a cap on his head. I’m not sure if he is English, maybe a Greek, but then I maybe completely wrong, he just looks like he could have come from another country.
I started to notice in the short 20 seconds it takes to drive into and out of Swyre that he would wave at some, but not all of the passing cars and vans etc. My first thought was that he could be just a lonely old man who came down to the main road for a chat with whoever was waiting for the bus and also to get some sort of pleasure from people waving to him as they drove past him.
But if that was the case why did he not wave at all the cars and why did he never wave to me, but that was to slowly change over a few months. It started when one day as I was driving past him; I sort of just gave him a small nod with my head. and to my surprise he nodded back.
This progressed until we were giving each other a big wave and smile as was once again the case this morning. Yet I do not know who he is, what is name is, or anything at all about him.
There has been the odd morning he has not been there and in a strange way I for a second or two I have worried if he is alright, not ill or anything, but I know that one day he will no longer be there, but for now to receive his welcoming wave early on a Monday and Thursday morning, so far from my home in Paignton., just sort of fills me with a little glow of happiness