I’ve learned that I can walk through the High Street at lunchtime and resist my brain cajoling me to buy food that I don’t need. today for example, I resisted the pleadings for pasties and chocolate, even though I did go in to Morrisons, I bought only what I intended to, and resisted the shoutings of my brain.
I am getting to see regulars when I am out on my lunchtime walk through town. One of my favourites is the man who feeds birds. I see him nearly every lunchtime on his mobility scooter heading towards the Falkland Gardens. The birds know him, and are waiting for him as he turns up. Today he must have had twenty plus pigeons and a bunch of starlings around him.
Another episode with birds are the people who sit and have lunch along the Esplanade. The Gulls line up along the wall, waiting for discarded food.
I met a friend whom I haven’t seen for quite a while. Apparently he’d had a week in hospital, but I haven’t seen him for quite a while before that. He’s OK.
There are of course the usual shopkeepers, they are mostly going to be regulars of course.
It all makes for an interesting walk, that really is quite a contrast to the quietness of the morning walk.