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And I thought what a lovely way to be remembered.
I always stop to read the benches. The best ones are like little love stories.
I was wondering how my own life might be summed up on a bench. So I had to laugh when I saw this one in a highly desirable spot by swags of mauve roses.
Why walk when you can sit?
My philosophy exactly. Although - given their dismissive attitude to exercise - it didn't say whether the couple remembered on the bench achieved 99th birthdays.
The park was scented with lime blossom after the rain. And because I had to take a different way out than my usual route - they were setting up stalls for a festival - I discovered the entrance to an enchanting hidden garden that must be one of London's best-kept secrets because I never knew it was there.
There was nobody there after the rain except me, another lady who was planning to return with her paints and a young gardener ...
I pressed a sprig of thyme and smelled it on my fingers all the way home.