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..
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Walking was what we did most when we knew each other before, so I think it fitted well 🙂
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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..
Whoosh!
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.
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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 🙂
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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 🙂