If I have to wait much longer I’ll die of boredom! Rummaging in my handbag for a mint I glance up in time to see Barry cycling out, heading in the direction of Melsham Park. Keeping back I follow him; it’s much easier today, being Sunday the traffic’s lighter.
Eventually he cycles into the park. I wait until he’s out of sight then follow on foot. I’ve a shrewd idea where he’ll be heading.
As I stroll through the gardens I notice that tiny shoots of spring bulbs are peeking through the cold earth. All this new life thrusting forth makes an incongruous contrast to my planned intentions but then, I suppose it’s just all part of the natural cycle; as one life ends another begins etc. etc. I can’t deny it gives me a little bit of a thrill to be an active part of the Architect’s Great Plan.
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