Blast

A blast from the past.
A day out in York. With my old mate Andy. And then later, my old mate Sue.
Pubs I’ve not been to in over 25 years. And some new ones that didn’t exist in those halcyon heady days. Walked past my old flat. Some of the happiest days of my life were spent here. Like revisiting anywhere there is that palpable sense of ‘what if’. What if I’d stayed? How different would my life be?  Madness lies that way. Nobody ever knows.
York has changed, but it’s also the same: beautiful, old, interesting, crowded.