I’m back at my parents’ house for Christmas.
The friend from school I hadn’t seen in something like 16/17 years was home for Christmas too, making this the perfect time to meet up again in person.
The original plan was to go to a pub for a drink, but I’m not a big drinker (or any kind of drinker worth the title) so we needed an alternative plan..
Walking was what we did most when we knew each other before, so I think it fitted well 🙂
The weather wasn’t on our side, it is December in England after all, but what’s a bit of rain between friends? We ignored the gloomy overcast sky and set out anyway. It was still dry when we parked the car – the rain waited until we’d started walking. 🙂
Then it got windy.
Berlin is never windy. Not like home is. It’s not something I notice missing until I’m reminded.. This was a horizontally wet reminder..
The track was boggy and/or flooded almost all the way but it didn’t matter at all because luckily I’d borrowed mum’s unholey wellies so I didn’t have to think about where I walked.
There is something kind of awesome about wearing wellies in puddles.
When we got to the top of the hill we decided it was time to head back to the car.
A couple of hours isn’t anywhere near enough time to talk about all the things that need to be talked about.. But it was a start. A good start 🙂
I feel like I not only reconnected with a friend, I also reconnected with the version of myself who used to wear wellies all the time 🙂