I’m drawn to this photograph because of the fresh & straightness of the contrail heading almost directly along the high street. I suppose in some remote kind of way it is a street encounter and so germane to today’s post.
Whilst I am on post 653, and therefore rapidly approaching the two year point of doing this blog, I have been doing my morning walk for quite a bit longer than that. Over those times I have had a number of encounters with people. Of all of those, only one has been what I would say was unpleasant. I’m not going to write about that one, because I would much rather be positive. Having said that though, inevitably some are sad.
I had an encounter yesterday, it was on my lunchtime walk. There was a chap whom I see fairly regularly, and I know to be a rough sleeper. Sadly, I don’t know his name. But I have spoken to him in the past. I think I resonate to a very, very limited extent with the rough sleepers because in my past times, being homeless was a fear that I had. Of course, it never came to pass, but it was there. This chap said hello to me, and I stopped to talk to him. He told me a sad tale of How all of his earthly possessions had been stolen. I bought him a drink and a sandwich. Asked him if he was seeking support, and suggested some people from who he could seek support.
In complete contrast to that was this mornings meeting. A chap was walking along with his two labradors, one golden, one black both off the lead. They came over to me for a sniff. As usual, I had my “gadget stick” and had to pass over a contact on the radio – he was clearly interested in what I was doing. We had a good ten minute chat. Exactly the kind of thing I enjoy.