Yesterday was perfectly lovely, a long day’s walking with an old friend. Talking through the last few years of each of our lives. How our loved ones are, and our loved things too. The places and ideas we’ve been putting our time into. Going on to the deep places where “And how are you in yourself?” led us each into replies several miles long. Finding we’re both fine, more than fine. In this walking along by the river, after twenty years of friendship, with so much to say.
To the surprise of us both it had been four years since we’d last met. Back in a different place when we were four years younger than now and so each had explaining to do.Which took us all the way along Penny Lane, down Ibbotson’s, around the lake, through the subway, into Otterspool, along the prom and up through St. Michael’s to say.
Then we sat down outside a café in Lark Lane, the luxury of that after all this time, and talked into the afternoon while the city came back to life around us. And we talked about the city, of course we did, my old friend and I. Which was perfectly lovely, loving the city as we do.
Thanks to a house in Nicander Road for the flowers photo.