A summer’s evening walk with friends,
a stroll into the golden glow.
Beneath the leafy archways of
the reaching trees (a guard of honour?)
we stumble on Lee Valley’s secret
pathways and hidden island treasures.
The wander slows us down, affords
a chance for idle conversation,
for forging stronger bonds of friendship.
And as the night turns monochrome
we walk backwards through the years,
straying upon the wartime barges
abandoned to the encroaching reeds.
And by the time we make it home
we find our lives have been enriched.

Spent a pleasant hour and a half on a church summer social in the local countryside.
(14.08.25)

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