MY FRIEND JEAN is of my parents' generation...raised in the PEAKS of DERBYSHIRE, the weather down south does not require her to ever wear hat or stockings or gloves...riding her bicycle with her terrier dog perched on her sholder as a child, prepared her for the rigours of these years on sticks...i see her sometimes peering from the shelter, anticipating my approach and conversation...and if there is space on the bus we usually sit together...SIT DOWN AND BEHAVE YOURSELF she enjoys saying to me as no doubt she says to the gentlemen at the Sailing Club where she goes each morning preparing coffees and biscuits...and sometimes she tells me of another person who has POPPED THEIR CLOGS......Hmmmm...JEAN...86 years old......

 

 

 

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golden goji hermitage

21st/October/2014

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