We’re sitting at an English pub having lunch before we go to the airport for our flight to New Delhi; when I see a horse and buggy come trotting along the road. Not the old-fashioned buggy, but a lightweight contraption that looks to be made from steel and mesh. It has three young lads in it. And I say to my friend,
Look there’s a horse and buggy.
It’s exciting to be sitting in a pub on a narrow country lane with the hedgerows a brilliant green and flowers blossoming from every yard of earth.
Of course I’ve heard of gypsies, who hasn’t? They originated from Romani and are travellers living in caravans and family groups. I’m sure there’s a lot more to it. I look it up and find out that the term Pikey is used by Romani Gypsies to refer to non-travelling travellers. So it’s a bit confusing. I ask where they live?
In the field down the road. There’s about 12 families and caravans. They tried to buy some more land, but the village outbid them. There was an old man–a Pikey who used to look through the window of the village hall. He was always drunk. He was okay. I talked to him but I couldn’t understand a word he said.
I watched out the window the buggy came to a halt outside the pub. The three lads got out and two walked over to the pub while one tied the horse to the signpost. Someone shouted for him to stop; which was probably a good thing since the post may have been uprooted and make the signs point in the wrong direction.
We didn’t talk any more about the Pikey’s but as we left the pub I noticed all three lads sitting outside–the pub manager most likely not wanting them inside. The horse and buggy was tied to a field gate.
Today my friend let’s allow Pikey’s to coexist. As human beings we bump up against each other on a daily basis. We make strangers feel strange when in reality they are simply human beings. Obviously, if someone is stepping over the line and doing something that is causing harm then we have to speak up. But otherwise, let’s let people have their space. It would be a very boring world if it were filled with just the same people as ourselves. Pikey’s are the spice of life. Live and let live. That’s the theme for today my friend, live and let live.