Quite a long time back, a very good friend lent me a very old paperback, as he thought I might find it interesting. By a lady called Barbara Ambrose. The author was chronicling a trip she took, referred to in the title, describing, with a certain flair, some of her adventures in the places she visited along the way. She wrote of the people here as follows,. The second thing from the book that made .

The valley that I live in is slowly dying. It is sad to watch it happening, but over very many years, neglect and decay have taken their toll, and the valley now looks set to finish itself off. Owners of property here complain about the situation, everyone wants solutions to the problems and yet somehow, something always stops the ambitions from being achieved. The owners association was established, back in the day, to work to the benefit of all valle.