In 6th form, come rain or shine, my friends were to be found on this bench. It started off as a convenient place to meet, right out at the front of college (lovely views over the staff car park) so that in a place of 1800 pupils, we could find each other. It quickly became our picnic bench. Even in the rain we would perch on the edge of it, huddled under umbrellas. And we whiled away free periods reading the Metro (and then turning it into fleets of paper boats), playing cards and gossiping. Usually we sat on it with our feet on the seats and I knew I could always find someone to chat to there.
Except on occasion where you get that disconcerting feeling that comes when you find a different group sat there. A bit like someone coming into your house uninvited. I mean, it was our bench.
P.S. Another tribute to my box of old photos. And I've done it again: I like what I've written here better than what's actually on my page, it seems less stilted. Possibly because I've already written it once. Need to think about this as I would prefer my favourite version to be on the page.
P.P.S. Crochet flower! Thanks Mum!
P.P.P.S. NEED new Sassafras NOW!!! So yummy! The whole of the Sweetly Smitten and Starters ranges please.