to tick myself off for getting maudlin. A lot has transpired. A lot has not. I have been in a town busy with holiday makers. The prices steeper in season and than up this way. An old primary school playing field now a field of brown. The foundations laid for the homes being built on it ...
Another area once frequented has now been demolished. An empty space for now. The town was heaving with bikes of all kinds, as it is these days. The many greetings and conversations with the influx of people in a town bustling with those pleased with the cash tills ringing. And those who bemoan the bikes, the price increases. And the parking.
The bluebell wood walks. The hills climbed. The primroses in abundance. The cows, horses, professional photographers, hikers and bikers, local or not. The off beat tracks and the Royal Cornwall show ground with campers and barking dogs. The walks among the dead of those well known in the various church yards ...
The sprinkling of time over another Easter in civilisation, the wind whipping through hair locks now cut short. The weather good and sunny in most part ... A time that healed another injury to self.
A time anew through the hamlet's again on the diversion routes inward bound to Bodmin. I was afforded the magnicent views, from the vantage point and high up in a coach too. A new view of a town from high up the valley. A new superstore visited. The first time we had a celebration meal in the front room at home in seasons ...
The route back home noticing more of these familiar routes each time past. The pit stops. The service stations. The flag atop Windsor castle. The diversion routes around London Heathrow. The flight tower. The rows of aeroplanes. And the familiar sight of the runways.
The SW3 area I knew. The Chelsea pensioners. Earl's Court ... The Thames ... on the final part of the journey as we left London Victoria the top of the Houses of Parliament and the millennium wheel were visible in eyeline sight from the position where I sat ...
And a new brief encounter with a companion on this busy train home, hitting the rush hour for we arrived an half hour late into the capital city with congestion on the Motorways ... and into London ...
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