Sunday, June 15, 2014

Legs, easy and going down.

1. Grandad compliments us on Bettany's fine fat legs.

2. Someone greets me. I look up but don't recognise them, and then I do. A former colleague who has found love and started eating again. We catch up, pretty much finishing each other sentences. "Being single was-"
"I know, so lonely and so scary-"
"I can't believe I spent the best part of decade worrying that-"
"-and when you did find someone it was so, so easy."

3. Late at night, to rub my cheek on Bettany's sleepy head. Her hair has started to grow out now and her fine baby down is nearly all gone.

Let go, underfoot and pie.

1. Technical difficulties. I let go of having working earbuds for this walk. Then I have one last try, and they switch on. 2. Acorns crunchi...