Aha, at the end of the allotments there was a big outdoor party. A long table of food and drink and happy early summer conversation, and me staring at them like a ghost watching the living.
That’s what the afterlife will be like.
Toby Miller
If there is an afterlife I hope it’s just a long footpath running between allotments and a river.
(Posted from a new path I have found in Cambridge, running between allotments and a river. It’s happily leading me away from the train home)
