Me: I was thinking.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: Even though we all go on the same walk down by the river it’s actually a completely different one.
Nell: No, it isn’t.
Me: You and I take our time.
Nell: As befits our advanced age.
Me: I wouldn’t have put it quite like that.
Nell: We’re senior ladies.
Me: True. You enjoy a quiet sniffari.
Nell: I do.
Me: I enjoy watching you and thinking my thoughts.
Nell: Don’t forget the taking of photos. It’s like travelling with my own personal paparazzi.
Me: While the others are always on the go.
Nell: No strolling or thinking thoughts with them.
Me: We don’t know that, Nell. Dave can have quite deep thoughts at times. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Only about bacon.
Me: Anyway, Kev strides along with Dave and Nigel and Harriet dashes in out of the water.
Nell: It’s exhausting even thinking about it.
Me: They love walking their way.
Nell: And we love it ours.
Me: Exactly.
Nell: So everyone’s happy.
Me: Yes. They are. And the moral of the story is just be who you are. Some of us dash and some of us dawdle.
Nell: I thought it was more about doing what we want to in our own way.
Me: That’s what I said.
Nell: We might take a different route but we still end up in the same place.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Sometimes it’s simply better to stop and smell the flowers.
Me: I agree.
Nell: I don’t think Harriet even sees the flowers.
Me: No, but she feels the refreshing cold water and the excitement of chasing her ball.
Nell: Anyway, I may enjoy dawdling when we’re out but not when it comes to breakfast. Shall we join the others?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
