The caravan had a little pre-Spring outing to Windsor as part of Glow Festival.
Amidst the juice shops, circus acts & busy-ness we were tucked in Victoria St.
We were lucky to be there the two most summery days of winter.
Waving at hundreds of car drivers as they passed by – we were well-pointed and smiled at.
But, of course, it’s the ones that stop that provide the best moments for us.
A woman with blonde hair and a bouncy energy was our first visitor. Yellow tights and a bright smile she glowed as she came out.
Two best friends of about 10 decided they wanted to do it & snuck in while their carer was on the phone. (clever!)
But it was their carer who had tears welling when she got her chance.
Mickey and some bear ears waited outside.
A man meandering on his own entered and exited with little words, but appeared later with a hand-folded paper plane for us…his inner child woken…?
A small child with deep dark brown eyes that peered at our mask with wonder.
Two ladies that stumbled across us & were particularly moved. Tears and hugs a-plenty.
Day two was particularly sunny.
A few friends popped by. One had to stop clicking, another had to stash his skateboard.
A couple who had been told by their teenage son Chapel St wasn’t a place for them to hang out. We had a good giggle at that.
A 20-something man who’d ummed and ahhed about going in. Then did and the smile he had afterwards blew us away.
A man of 27 from Belgium who sat and spoke for a-while. We mused on our careers (he – a pianist) and which paths to take.
And dogs. Lots of dogs.
We learnt Windsor has lots of dogs.
It spat with rain and we used our umbrellas for the first time.
It reminded us how old our caravan now is. Almost 2.
A tenth of 20 years has passed…
But, I’m not sure if we’ll ever get sick of sharing Drop #6 with new people…