SUMMERY DAY 1961.

And there by the water tower Jane stood and I was thinking of how I'd helped my father saw the logs for the fire and stove and the sun was beginning to open up and bring more warmth and she was standing there and I felt a glow of happiness fill me and she waved as I approached and I waved back and as we got near I said she looked a sight for poor eyes and she smiled not knowing what I meant I think but anyway she said that her father had asked her to help do the flowers in the church as there was to be a funeral that afternoon so she had helped and I asked who had died and she said an old parishioner who had been a regular churchgoer and we walked on along Bug's Lane between the hedgerows and bird were singing and flying overhead or from hedge to hedge or over fields and she asked me how I was and I said better for seeing you and she laughed and said so was she and I was tempted to hold her hand but didn't want to be seen as presumptuous and so I didnt but I did smell the scent of flowers on her and it drew me to her even more and I said what's the scent you're wearing it smells nice and she said it was she mother's that her father had bought her and her mother said she could wear some and so she did and we walked on towards the small church a good walk away that warm flower smelling sun pouring down summery day.

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