1. We sit on the bench looking out over Wharfedale, just chatting about this and that. A guy – covered in tattoos and looking tough – zooms down the path on his bike, then stops just short of the drop. He slowly looks back and forth, enjoying the view, then finally takes out his camera to take a snap, before he moves on.
1b. Two more cyclists come barrelling down from the trees. One points down the near vertical hillside and asks the other if they should keep going. The second man thinks about it for a moment before realising the joke.
2. Lily feels especially silky after a trim and a wash.
3. We stroll as a group through the hot rain, glad the heat has broken and strangely not getting wet.
3b. To see friends behaving differently, sweetly, in the presence of newcomers.
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