Cold reunion


We converged in the cathedral, which was at least out of the weather, and proceeded by way of the park, which wasn’t. Then there was the mill, where the mill race threw water at us from below, as we poised dizzyingly above its tremendous speed and heft.  Finally the playground and leisure to talk; I’m happy to say that we went in for afternoon tea just before it snowed.  Yes, seriously.  Though not for very long.

A solitary bookshop visit sustained my divergence as we went our ways.  Woodwork or the talents of the octopus:  difficult to choose, and I went home with both.  Woops.

(For cathedral collectors who haven’t been:  Winchester.)


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