The gentleman

I was cheered earlier when, walking back home from a warm and sunny couple of hours in Amersham, I was passed by a mother and daughter riding their bikes along the path I was on.

The footpath had been made narrower by the overhanging trees and hedges, now fattening with green growth. And as we neared eachother, mother said to daughter, in that very motherly way – kindly but firmly: “Watch out for the gentleman!”

As they swooshed past, breathing heavily, I heard their conversation return to where it had been before my presence was noticed. Daughter said to mother: “You know how I said I wasn’t hungry any more?” “Yes darling?” “Well I think I could eat an ice cream now!” They both giggled a little.

And with that, they were gone.