I’m on my way to my school reunion.
It’s a long drive and my car’s low on fuel, so rather than taking the shortest
route through the windy country roads; I stick to the main roads so that help
can be found easily when the inevitable happens. As usual there’s no phone
signal but I manage to borrow a mountain bike to complete my journey. As I push
my bike through the high street; I recognise the outline of the buildings but
their contents have changed. A church has now been gutted out to become a small
supermarket. A car dealership ship has been converted into a two-storey bike
shop. And a building near the entrance which might have been used for
overflowing classrooms (but not in my day) has been ripped up and is surrounded
by metal barriers. As I push my bike along the gravel path; I recognise a few
faces that were there during my time; making their way home after afternoon
lectures; but nobody I knew personally. Oddly, my work colleagues are also here
making their way home. I chain my bike up in the cycle park and make my way to
the Student Union.
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