I hope you were able to go home after we met today, and get changed. I didn’t realise how wet our shoes and trouser hems would get traipsing through the grass. Also wondering if I’ve come to a point where I either don’t care any more or I’ve satisfied enough of my curiosity for this ‘side journey’ to not feel so important any more, or I’m going to have a delayed reaction to everything. I’m hoping you reply to my email tomorrow. I was going to text but it was teatime and I didn’t want to bother you then.
I’m glad I didn’t mention the cafe - it turned out to be a figment of my imagination, either that or they were still building it lol.