A walk around the countryside may gift you unexpected treasures. On a sunny afternoon – a rare occurrence in England of late – I came across two oldies so wrapped up in their own world that they didn’t even notice the camera-handling interloper.
Is the book they are reading a gift from their grandchildren, I wonder? I like to imagine that the old man decided to read out loud and, having reached a tight spot in the narrative, stopped to ask for his beloved’s opinion. Or perhaps their daughter is an author and she sent them her first published novel: “Young people these days… Look at what she writes here, dearest!”
The season-appropriate hats and scarfs made me smile. An ingenious addition.