Little and Late.

My little friend, Bear, has left the Shire and gone to live in another town in the Dales. He wrote me a letter in his child's hand to say he'd miss seeing me in the lane. It's a bit sad because I don't like many people, but I liked him. He had character. Tomorrow I'll get him a 'Good Luck' card.

Still awaiting that email which never comes. The years continue to turn.

Currently listening to old Enya tracks. A host of memories stare silently at me from a fading screen.

I haven't jotted a post like this in a long time. Here goes...