Wednesday 20^th November 2013

I managed to get down to some serious writing yesterday before meeting a friend on the beach for a two- year catch-up.

What amazed me was that as I walked onto the beach one of the women who helps to keep the beach clean hailed me ‘Hey Predencia, how you doing?’ like she’d only seen me yesterday.

I went over, held one of her hands in both of mine and said I was honoured that she remembered me.

‘Why wouldn’t I?’ she replied surprised.

I didn’t answer that it was because I’d forgotten hers. ‘It’s been two years,’ I said instead.

‘I know,’ she replied and I felt humbled again.

Later I reflected on why my memory had been so much worse than hers. I came to the conclusion that her life had continued pretty much the same since I left, but mine had been…