Robbie is no fool. The minute I mentioned the word adventure he turned the other way with his tail wagging with fear. But, like Shaggy in Scooby Doo, I eventually got him to come along. There is a lane that leads to the house of a long deceased bachelor who lived not far from where I live now. He was a nice and very quiet man. We would often see him pass our house on his bicycle - a very quiet hello was about all you'd get from him.
His house is tucked away beneath a swarm of sycamore trees - unusual for this area to have so many of them. It has been years since he passed away, and no one has ever done anything with the house or land. At first I felt that I shouldnt enter but after awhile I decided that the twin hosts of time and neglect were offering a respectful viewing. There were many novels and history books lying around the place, and more interesting again were the copybooks with reams of his notes about economics! You couldn't but feel respect for the man who had lived in quiet isolation for all those years. He was a true scholar but yet all we ever knew of him was that he pushed a bicycle up and down the road and spoke very quietly.
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