I’m convinced Donald Sinden is one of my neighbours. Looks like him, similar voice, locks his gates as I’m sure Simon Peel from Never the Twain would do in this day and age too. Nice chap. Only ever said good morning to him once. What goes on behind closed doors, eh? I’m sure this would be a nicer neighbourhood if we all talked to each other a bit more – there seems to be some interesting characters around here. But how? Do you just knock on the door and start gabbling to them? There’s only really so many excuses you can use to strike up conversation with neighbours who you don’t see out on the street. Borrowing things I suppose is one, sharing an aerial photograph of the area that you have found on the Internet is perhaps another, and perhaps a power cut — unless there gates have an electric intercom, in which case no luck!