Contents: Handwritten memory from my childhood. White ink over black ink on Himalayan handmade paper.
Released into wild: 9/1/11 at 15.55
General Location: Clifton, Bristol
Status: Missing. If you’ve found this jar, please register it.
I am now part of the fragile confederacy of Sunday walkers. We smile at each other as we pass.
Parents; bundled-up children; wearers of woollens; collectors of sticks; hand-in-hand lovers; gossiping teenagers; determined joggers; dog owners; eager hounds; dawdlers; flâneurs; photographers; sightseers; footballers; tourists; brisk cyclists; pensioners; birdwatchers; nature lovers; fresh air fanatics; admirers of sunsets.
I rest on benches and people-watch. I offer to take a photograph of three teenage girls as they pose at a scenic viewpoint. I wistfully walk through the playground where I spent long hours as a younger mother. I wander home in the gloaming, thinking of warming cups of tea.