The charity shops, the betting shops and the bars were open.
Today, there weren’t any signs: it was a relaxed time in the forest.
I nodded, although at points I was barely listening.
Then I walked to the Metro station through my suburb to what my mother always ironically referred to as its “beating, pulsing heart."
I found out that our guides had cancelled a trip to nearby waterfalls because so many of us looked old and unfit.
I belong to Richmond. Can that change?
A walk on a street that wasn't made for walking.