A morning stroll in the opposite direction

More Riparian ramblage

I don’t know what it is that makes you turn left one day instead of right, or vice versa. Impossible to count the different lives we might have lived if we’d chosen the ‘other’ at any of a million different crossroads in our lives.

This morning I turned left and right. I was frankly a little surprised to be turning anywhere, I’d been comfortably tucked…