February 8th – I was in Walsall for a meeting, early evening.
In that weird interregnum between day and night, today the sky turned a remarkable, beautiful blue.
It’s been a while since I’ve actually been to Walsall town centre, rather than merely passing through. I expected it to be awful, and haunted by better memories.
It wasn’t, it was OK.
The only thing blue this evening was the sky. Perhaps my battle with my lost youth has been won.
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