Today has turned cold again, pushing spring away into the future. It is the Saturday before Easter Sunday, there are young couples out on the streets braving the cold, perhaps some of them are glad of their masks, a sort of protection from the cold air. Take the climb up through the park, the one on the flanks of the valley holding the town and the river. Three young women come down the path, bright and cheerful, one dressed for spring and one for winter and one with a coat thrown over whatever she is wearing. The spring one seems to be in a hurry.
Take the corner leading over to the path that goes up over the Devil's Bridge, the path is not so steep here. Being really unfit, there is no need to overdo things.
Then the elastic band in the underpants gives away, and they slip down, this is really uncomfortable, but decide that it is to be lived with, perhaps it will be possible to surreptitiously pull the stupid pants up further up the path.
But then it starts to rain, and that is enough to cause a change of plan, to go back down through the town and to return home.
It was all no fun anyhow.
not today
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