So we’re sitting on a bench, this is our view. The sun is beating down and I can feel it on my shins. Probably should have taken the time to put on the sunscreen.
It’s go fest. It’s a Pokémon thing. 6 people have just walked passed glued to their phones. I don’t think they notice the view.
A person sits in their mobility scooter, looking on, radio quietly playing in the background. Lots of excitement about this particular raid while I sit and write. Gulls squawking over head.
Yesterday we were after pokeballs. I can’t say I’m interested but I try to support the hobbies. It seems like it’s a game of extreme highs and lows.
The gardens are fresh with those stones that people paint and leave for folks to find. It’s our anniversary perhaps that’s why.
Just the right day to attend our intergenerational trauma webinar later.
Yesterday I got talking to someone who used to visit here as a child. Pointed out the guesthouse where they used to stay. We chatted as she sailed her model sailing boat across the little boating lake. Reminiscing days gone by. Enjoying the quiet pleasure of watching her little boat blowed one side to the other. Shared smiles at how some things don’t change.
People walking passed laden with buckets and spades. Joggers stop for a breather. Roller skaters flying passed.
We’re booked in for lunch with the in laws. First time since the start of the pandemic. They are double jabbed. Some of us are some of us aren’t. Guessing we’ll have lunch in the garden.
Tourists have arrived, smoking and heading for the nearest bar, groups straight to the beach. I remember how years ago we used to have ice cream sellers walking through the crowds. Now people queue for their ice creams. We used to go to the dive for fish and chips, sit and eat them on the beach.
Popped in to get some final bits and pieces ready for summer school. Sanitising hands and wearing masks while in the busy places.
Shared a laugh with a stranger as they watch me struggle up the steps with my bike, the third time…because there’s a new shiny. Frustrations over not a getting a particular Pokémon. People walking passed moaning about the game. “Even the reward was crap”.
Surely she’s had enough… seems not…
I can feel the sun on the tops of my feet, on my knees. People moaning about the traffic, “but we’re here now”. Funny isn’t it, when we were built for arriving by train.
