I have a thing about patterns in life… I think there are all sorts of them, particularly circles… and if you can complete a circle then I find it’s quite satisfying. Re-reading this sentence I see that it could read in a way that is different from what I actually mean… but now is not really the time to chug through telf philosophies... The reason for this train of thought is that the first time I came to MK I sat in a park having a picnic on a manmade slope overlooking a manmade pond… and in between thoughts relating to how nice the Waitrose cheese was, thought: this place is weird, full of dual carriageways and seemingly no people, not particularly attractive and why on earth am I going to move here? 18 months latter, my last weekend in MK, I find myself by chance walking in the same park, passing the same pond and reflecting back to the first time I was in this place… pondering the things that have changed in my life and the things that have stayed the same... I’m not sure if anyone sees/understands the circle thing, but I like it that by accident I was in the same place at the start and end of my MK experience. Now in my mind there are many many MK memories encircled by a line that started and ended at a pond in a park.
Sorry if that sounds random, but I attach a photo of the pond… not the most beautiful site in MK it is probably fair to say.
On a different note the reason for being in the park was a walk with assorted family members, one of whom is
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