Met a dear old friend unexpectedly today. Well, not on the street, he just came round.
He’s not local anymore but living near the Sussex coast, and was just back in the area driving through. He’d lost my phone number, which I always thought he knew by heart, but I learned that he relied mainly on his old address book which he’d long since misplaced.
We had some tea and we came up to date and he described his new location where he’d been for the last five years or more. The place he’d bought was only 10 miles from the sea, and the small town he’d chosen was like ‘another world’ (he said) compared to London. There were all the local amenities there; but he said he didn’t need much and was just glad to be away from London. He hadn’t changed much (which is what he also said to me), although I think he was quite shocked to see the state of the place from when he was last here.
He told me he had his own place now; a small cottage-type house which he’ brought fairly cheap He had met a local girl (down there) and they were still in the process of modernising it. He asked me down for a couple of days and said M. would love to meet me after having heard so much about me (no doubt what he’d told her I think he meant!).
It was a genuine invitation, and I’ll probably go. But I can’t just yet with all this rushing around to do in London. That looks as if its all going to last at least a couple of months, which of course brings you into the virtual winter. But I said I’d go, but would have to leave it until Spring. He said that didn’t matter as the place would be virtually finished by then and I’d enjoy the countryside more. He sparked my interest even more (perhaps deliberately) by saying that the town boasted at one least haunted pub, and that there was an empty house just up the road that nobody could live in for long because it was reputedly ‘very haunted’.
Well, that alone has virtually sold me on the idea. Nice to mix business with pleasure sometimes, although that chance never often arises!