The bobby’s helmet rested on the corner post of a lonely bench in back of Beatrix Potter’s home in England’s Lake District. The bobby (slang for English police officer) was no where to be found.
The rainy day did nothing to discourage visitors to the site; there was a steady stream of hardy souls wandering through the house, the vegetable garden and the grounds in general. Plenty of docents around to provide historic information and directions, but no bobby. I thought that was strange.
Maybe he was chasing Peter Rabbit.
Thought for the Day: Fantasy and reality often overlap. Walt Disney