Village drama

The village is a quiet place so a minor shunt at the crossroads is a mini drama.  No one was hurt but there was egg on someone's face.  I spent the morning at Citizens Advice and in the shop and the afternoon watering our friend's garden and picking blackberries down the lane.  I picked them in July and now the last ones in September and no-one else seems to have touched them despite them being in a prominent location.  I wonder if people have lost the habit of collecting from hedgerows and prefer the supermarket.