Quarry

Today I had an ex boyfriend
(he is now 66 and we last saw each other around about 1966/67)
visit me.
Armed with a lovely large bunch of flowers... (Orchid, please don't let my thoughts on this subject be known here)
and Danish pastries
we proceeded to enjoy a very good catch up and reminisce; a very nice walk (around the bowl of a disused quarry) and finished off with a bowl of soup at the the Gosford Farm Shop.
But we didn't go bowl-ing.

He has now emailed me a 1966 photo of myself and him in the old Caving Club shack in Cheddar Gorge where he used to lead me into the deepest, darkest bowels of the earth to crawl along the smallest innermost crevices of the rocks.