Long way from home

My friends are back. I surprised myself with how happy I was to see them again.

I find it breathtaking to consider how far they have travelled, and the staggering difficulties of that journey. In reality, they are African, and only come up north to take advantage of the summer fishing.

By comparison, I am so parochial, so feart, as they say here, so reluctant to change, especially when risk is entailed.

At least I'm not so stuck as I used to be, but I'm hardly as committed as they. They're my annual reminder that there is more beyond what I can see, more to enjoy and more to experience beyond my boundaries.

I think this summer I must make a conscious effort to explore some new geography. And, in as many ways as I can!

(Oh, and don't ask me where they live. I don't tell. They're my friends only!)