A Friend

told me married life is one bag of fish and chips and two forks, a freewheel on rubber wheels down a steep street, finding a hidden way through, the surprise of a big real wood hide with wide windows on to bird chatter mirrored in a flash where old mine workings were forcibly removed, a rare orange beaked Oystercatcher strides waterside scratches it’s existence on a shore with feet and beak water washes away, a seventy two year old man who says he walked it despite two heart attacks, diabetes, eye operations and a hole in his side and working on the six railway sidings they made into a lake, a steady walk with heavy bike down scree soiled hill to the removed railway now a bike, dog and pram trail, a haul up the hill to shops and last minute purchases, a stroll through heated gravestones and uphill to home. Married life should be a tale of friends, laughter, discovery and stories for later.

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