I went to Nigel’s garage today to pick up some more of his
paperwork.
The drive to his place is a mixed one – four miles of
country lanes, followed by about twenty miles of high speed trunk roads, followed
by another five miles of dense urban and suburban driving replete with junction
after junction. This, as you can imagine, is the world I no longer have much
desire to participate in. I can handle it well enough, but I don’t feel at home
there these days.
As I was driving through the final bit of the suburban
jungle I had a sudden vision of Sarah walking along Mill
Lane. And what a calming vision it was. It's all about contrast, of course, and it
reminded me of the time when I was on look-out duty on the bridge wings of a
frigate in the middle of the Atlantic, being chilled, shaken and soaked by the
spray whipped up by a force 11 storm. At about 2
o’clock in the morning, somebody brought me a mug of hot cocoa.
Yup, that was something similar.
Greetings, M’Lady.
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