Sitting in a small general store in Guildford while having a coffee and cake you get to observe the locals and the occasional tourist wanting a break in their day.
We park out front, and walk towards the store. There's a couple of craggy old local blokes sitting outside with the equally craggy old dog.
G'day they say with distinctly country drawl and a big beaming smile which exposes a long time reluctance to visit a dentist.
I reckon that the two chairs that they are sitting on are theirs. They may not have their names on them but you just know that the locals know who they belong to.
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