you can tell I live rurally because...

[FightingFires]

This new section is the most exciting thing that has happened in ages! [Grin]

Everything closes at 1pm on a Wednesday and Saturday here in uk. Work starts at 6/7 and all done by 4 at latest.

Sunday is still a big church day too.

you have a big pair of steel toecapped boots caked in mud and horse shit

When a tractor full of muck goes down the Main Street.
When you confiscate tractor magazines in class.

I can wear my PJs walking the dog at night as there are no street lights.

you are going to the stables in the early morning and see badgers walking across the fields.

Ah, the night-time badger, clambering over furrows like a stripey pillow.

I own 2 different pairs of wellies.

Lightweight Summer (bog standard).

Heavy duty Winter (insulated, neoprene lined, deep cleated).

You start a conversation with your husband asking why a vegan wouldn't eat eggs, because your virgin free range gens just lay them anyway?
He gives you a lecture on battery farming and your rose tinted spectacles

Mind you my neighbour was left with someone's pet pig. They did not collect it so she had it made into sausages

ow! ow!

I love living rurally :)

When you still sit in the garden even though the stench of shit burns your nostrils

I have to drive with full beam on all the way home

Full beam and in the middle of the road so you don't hit any of the aforementioned badgers!

Not only do you have interesting critters in your garden every so often some of them decide to wander into the house.

My city dwelling BF saw a robin for the very first time today in my garden! Previously he has said he didn't entirely believe in them... ??

The sound of banging and splintering wood in the middle of the night?..... a badger caught red handed breaking and entering the henhouse. (No other damage apart from chewing a tongue and groove panel off the wooden door!)

Gifts to friends: bunches of flowers from the garden, fresh eggs and pots of jam.

Dc and their friends preferring to play in the hay bales, woods or fields rather than indoors.

Dc have a duckling instead of a hamster.

Taking the dog for a walk means going for a hack where the dog happily runs alongside the ponies off lead and there are no cars to worry about.

Brights on here too, always worried about deer on the road.

It's that time of year when people are driving rolls of hay past the house on trailers.

Our neighbors have a tiller (of course they do, they're legitimate country, not transplants like us) and have offered to till us up part of the yard for a vegetable plot.

Owllady love the egg conversation.

When you can hear a fire engine or ambulance from miles away and by the time it gets to the village everyone is outside to see where it is going.
When every village event is exactly the same every single year. We even have the same event twice in the same day with exactly the same menu.
When people get excited about eating tripe. (This is France).

Deer bark?! That's incredible. As if it wanted you to come out and play.

That is SO COOL. We don't have those (in the US). Those noises are amazing.