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<\/a><\/div>\nAnd having unloaded Caliburn we walked down the steep hill into town, for there was some kind of candle-light parade around the place, as a homage and show of solidarity to those whose properties were badly damaged in the floods. That was quite exciting, as was the meal that we had – a couple of Thai vegan samosas with spicy chili sauce.<\/p>\n
Yes, Hebden Bridge is a strange place – so much so that I felt quite out-of-place there as being far too normal for the average run-of the mill inhabitants of the town.<\/p>\n
With having no plans until Saturday, Kate offered me another bed for the night in exchange for some work fetching a pile of topsoil and some other gardening stuff for her back garden. That seemed like a good arrangement and so that kept me there until Saturday morning. A pleasant Friday night though, doing some amazing domestic things such as cooking a proper dinner with steamed veg, watching a film on TV, that kind of thing.<\/p>\n
But I’m disappointed that I never got to know Kate better when she lived in the Auvergne –
“Kate – do you have a small rucksack for me to take my camera down to town?”
“ohh – errrr yes – well, err, just let me see if I can find it”. Yes, a girl after my own heart.<\/p>\n
Today I went to see Krys and we spent most of the time chatting, and eventually we went out for a meal. It’s actually the first time that I’ve ever spent more than 5 minutes in Krys’s company and we also had a pleasant time.<\/p>\n
I’m not sure now what I’m doing tomorrow. There are three possibilities but no-one has got back to me yet. We’ll have to see what the day unfolds.<\/p>\n