Every morning I take David into the village to collect his Times. It's been part of his routine for a long time and he enjoys it.
The village is quiet now until Christmas so parking is not a problem. Usually though I don't need to park. I drive to the harbour which is close to the paper shop. David gets out and goes for his paper whilst I turn the car round close to the harbour wall.
Yesterday the harbour master rushed out as I approached.
"I've heard about David" he said, "Park here whenever you need to."
By the time he'd got to the end of the sentence David was on his way back. The girl in the shop had brought his Times out for him.
Two small instances of kindness, repeated over and over in small ways every day.
There are two distinct communities here. The true locals whose families have always lived here and the comers in. They don't always work well together but they are all solidly in favour of David, who over the years has hired all of the tradesmen to do various jobs on the house and the church and knows them all well.
His illness has united the two groups wonderfully....and it's very touching indeed.
They do tend to get smartly out of my way though as I drive his large car around....but we are getting there, one way or another.