Waves of Thought

I am looking at people hard and watching the interactions between lovers, friends and acquaintances as they chat over coffee in Chatham, help each other onto a bus or nod in passing on the street. It's clearly what most of us do all the time, and I will miss it for the next six weeks from tomorrow. I wonder if I will even begin to miss the shop assistants 'have a nice day' as I leave the chandlers with a bottle of lamp oil and a bar of sea soap.