Good morning from Surrey. It's greyish light outside, there's a lot of traffic and has been since about 5.30! Weather looks set fair.
My only task today is to catch the train to Manchester and then drive home.
The school reunion went very, very well. 10 out of a class of 22/23 turned up. Impressive. We met at 1.30pm and the manager explained the bar closes early on Sundays. It was 10.15pm!!!! The time flew by. Conversation flowed for hours and I can honestly say one wouldn't know 49 years has passed since we last all met.
Learned some sad things; one guy died ten years ago, twins who were brilliant at school got through university and then crashed out ending up with very severe mental health issues. Apparently they were never brilliant but under huge parental pressure. Another lost a daughter at a very young age.
Two of the most interesting and rounded people to talk to had been the quietest at school and on the edge of the social group in our school days. One of the wildest has become the epitome of Surrey golf club man........ couldn't quite believe it.
Sadly one lad who I had been great friends with seemed to me to be a little vacant, concentrating hard on chit chat, struggled with the menu, a distant slightly puzzled air around him. I fear the worst there.
Tremendous to look back on our youth, remember some glory days, our prowess on the football field - five of us were the backbone of the under 15s and then 1st XI - how folk have lived their lives, highs and lows.
I have to say though some people who live in the south-east don't get what the north is about.
A good day. I'd do it again.