Wandered off down the Grantham Canal today to Hickling. Walking towards the sun, my shadows fell behind me. A stiff Northerly breeze blew the cobwebs away and cleared my lungs of London grime. I felt like a young man, eager to run and play. It felt good.
After, I met Rebecca at Tollerton Airport, nearby. You and I used to go watch planes take off and land there and once, do you remember, a nice pilot let you sit in his plane, in the Captain’s Chair no less! These days there is a great little cafe there that does killer breakfasts. That’s killer as in fantastic, also as in huge! Well, it seemed almost rude not to… 😀😀
