I was hungry for a Spanakopita, Saturday around 2.00pm….the Bakery is across the road, need both the food and the exercise, I did throw in a slice of baked cheese cake…delish!
As I crossed the road, there was a car parked with an elderly couple, and two copies of Melways in each of their hands. He seemed the navigator while she was the driver. How could I not offer some help, drawn like a moth to the proverbial flame. I opened the gentleman’s door, who with a frail voice, said they were looking for the Golf Course. We thought it was a lovely day and we would drive for a game of golf. He was 92 and she a few years younger.
My sense of direction is hopeless but after a lot of conversation peppered by my inquisition as to what were they doing, I think I got across the directions, a few kilometres away from where they had parked..
The brief interaction was sublime, her emerald brooch with two owls, his fading eyesight, their quintessential British accents, serendipitous saturday….my thanks..