Al fresco

A treat of a day chatting with Waipushrink, more than five years after we didn't manage to meet in Auckland. We meandered our way slowly from the station through university Oxford, out to Cowley Road and back again via Christ Church Meadow and the river. I kept being surprised by how far we'd got without me noticing as our conversation ranged even more widely than the five plus miles we walked.

It was light and mild enough for a late meal in the garden this evening, joined by a bat or two as darkness slowly descended.