Mocha Valley is a quiet little village, with little need for fences. Mail delivery is done on foot, by the only postman in town...
Unfortunately the sleepy little village did not escape the attention of vagrants and beggars. The town square has its own resident musician, playing familiar tunes on his guitar, and singing (quite out of tune) for a few bits of loose change...
As one would come expect in this day and age, no intersection would be complete with some unemployed (read too lazy to do real work) person harassing motorist out of their change...
Out in the country, life goes on, oblivious to the problems had in the village... Mary is playing outside her parents house, with the sheep having come onto the luscious green lawn surrounding the manor house... is that a little bunny she is trying to catch?
A rarely seen aerial view of the Mocha Valley. The village does not have its own airport. Th main road from the nearby town is well travelled, as residents often have to drive there for any business they are not able to conduct in town.
The local businesses all rely on the one freight handler to bring in their goods, and to shipp off stuff to other villages and towns. Even the local postal service makes use of them to get mail in and out of town!
Look at miss Barbie... her butt must look so good because of all the cycling she does...
The village is very small, with few opportunities for employment in town, so most residents found jobs in the nearby cities and towns. The mornig commute is often done by train from the local station...
For the few luck enough to not HAVE to work, washday is a labourious task, especially if the kids are running around the garden without clothes!!
That is it for now... the final images will include some completed views of the table, but that will be around in a day or two...
hope you enjoyed!
