20 years ago, cycling alone in Norfolk on a blue sky day, staying at my boyfriends parents house, needing some headspace maybe. Looking up I saw a solitary swan, flying high above, pure white and distant, its long neck held out straight as an arrow.
Passing through Kings Cross prompts memories of a former life, as the timings for my Wakefield train coincide with announcements listing all the stations on route for the departing train to Kings Lynn. I once had a boyfriend at one of these stops and always think of him when hearing the announcements. This memory reappeared towards the end of my journey today, it lingered and got me pondering.
