West Yorkshire

[Sundae]

Disembarkation.
And some dogs, because they were everywhere and I know you like them.

I didn't feed the ducks in the end, just took a stroll and then sat in the sunshine. The lakeside was thronged with children lobbing unfeasibly lage pieces of bread at disinterested water fowl; I could see it floating on the water untouched. I preferred to save my decent, nutritious food for the ducks and swans at home. Because once you open a bag it tends to spill into your handbag. And from there to everywhere. I had to stop the other day because some was in my shoe and really hurting my toes. I was in the bank.

At times I was down to my camisole (proper outer garment obviously), sometimes shirtsleeves, sometimes in my denim jacket and glad of it. But I had a book, a packed lunch and a return ticket on the road train, back to the bus stop, where I knew my pass would mean I didn't have to spend any money to get home safe and sound. Sheer pleasure.