The sulky barista in Cafe Nero sashayed round the tables - we sat with our cappuccinos, treasuring each moment away from the airless lounge -
Outside, in the precinct, mobility scooters carried shoppers to Poundland -
Later, we walked through the park -
Cricketers in white flannels were emerging from a small pavilion - play was resuming after tea -
Trees in new leaf cast shadows upon the grass -
The hands on my watch were moving again - soon they would slow, then stop -
The cricketers were like angels, welcoming us into Eden -
16.30
Sunday 11 May 2015
The park
Havant
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