Reunion

Last weekend was a wonderful weekend.

I didn't go away very far, just down the road, but it felt like miles from home and that was refreshing. It was for a reunion of some friends from university, some of whom I had not seen for a few years. It was decided that we should go to Sherwood Forest and stay in what they call a 'lodge'. There was a fully equipped kitchen to cook for ourselves and we had a lovely homely space to enjoy each other's company. Despite the time of year the weather was beautiful and we made the most of enjoying the outdoors. It was like a pedestrian-and-bike-only wooden village with lakes scattered with canoes, and trees as far as the eye can see. 

We pedalled round 'dinging' our bells and merrily picking up our conversations where we had left off weeks or months before. We had shared so much of our lives whilst we were at university so it was natural to be back altogether. We could see how each of us had simultaneously changed so much and yet continued to be much the same. We reminisced about old times reliving the joy of what we remember to be carefree times. We once again stayed up late putting the world to rights, sharing our common moans. We retold our jokes, we sang at the top of our voices, we danced around in our pyjamas, just because we could.

Last weekend was a wonderful weekend.