Elves and the dreams of catkins

I put on my winter coat and there in the pocket was a map of Hafnarfjörður, and I wondered, as I wandered around Richmond Park, whether there might be signs of elves there too.

I walked through leaves and hid inside trees, and got covered in mud when dogs jumped up to greet me, and parakeets squawked and crows meandered, and in the distance I could see the Trellick Tower.

I walked back to Richmond after that, and ate a cherry bakewell ice-cream.

Now I am home again, playing with Markov chains:

It was then that I felt more cheerful, as we swapped tales about our lives and listened to songs about Southampton. "It's great to be back too."

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