(Richmond, Virginia, is 3740 miles away from London, England.)
We met at Liverpool Street. (I recognised her instantly.) Took the tube to South Ken and walked past the V&A towards Harrods to her uncle’s house. Left my bags unpacked in her room, and walked out the door again with little but a camera.
Kay, Westminster Bridge
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Kay, Trafalgar Square
I introduced her to Costa. The round tables and oversized print canvases, the white china mugs with the handles, reminds me of winter with the Nerd Herd; talk and laughter and warmth. We had coffee and talked about love and loss and living life, and she told me it was different to the USA. Starbucks is grab and go, quick convenience, stand in line and out the door. We were there for two hours.
On the balcony, Knightsbridge
We left the house when the sun came out and walked a labyrinth of small streets until we found the park. It was quiet and pastel-coloured, and we found photographs everywhere we stepped.
Kay, Hyde Park
We were coming home from the park when we saw this alleyway. We stopped to take film and instax and almost missed our train to Norwich because of it.
We took our cameras on my favourite trail. Kay pointed out the locations she recognised from my photographs, and I showed her some new ones. The hay had just been baled, so we stopped in the field and made daisy chains. When Kay’s self-timer stopped working we climbed and jumped and climbed and jumped.
Kay with buttercups
Kay, Old Beetley