I’ve always been happy in my own company. From childhood days playing imaginary Grand Prix races with my Dinky and Corgi racing cars, to the not long after then days when my solitary walkings began. Out round the lanes that led from overspill Maghull to the still rural Lancashire boroughs beyond Liverpool in the 1960s. Happy in my own company, singing ‘It might as well rain until September’ on long walking days when it never seemed to rain at all.
Happy with the different music that’s still my company today, now Sarah’s just left to go sea kayaking in Anglesey and I’ve turned up Radio 3 to a volume that would be less than sociable if I weren’t on my own. Being sociable, mind you, has worked out fine and more than fine in the past year and over of locking down. A year and more I’ve been happy and privileged to spend mostly in the company of someone I like so much. But I’ve nevertheless missed me, and am happy as I’ve always been to be beginning a few days of my own company now.
A few days where I definitely won’t be getting out the long passed on Grand Prix cars, or in fact doing very much at all I wouldn’t be doing if Sarah was here. Except I’ll be in my own much missed company, which for now includes BBC Radio 3, turned up loud enough to enjoy something called Dieterich Buxtehude’s ‘Trio Sonata in A’ as much as I ever enjoyed Carole King’s September song all those decades ago. Well maybe not that much:
“The weather here has been as nice as it can be…”
Then later on I’ll go out walking. Of course I will.