A December Treat
Yesterday I had one of my regular monthly meet-ups with a very dear friend. In the summer months, we normally include a long walk in our itinerary; in the winter we tend to fequent museums and art galleries. There was no mistaking what time of year it was on this occasion, not least when we had a mince pie each with our coffee. I set off in the dark and returned in the dark, there was a definite chill to the air and the trains I used to reach our rendezvous were crowded with Christmas shoppers and charity fund raisers dressed as elves!
It is often said that, in the words of TS Eliot, "The journey, not the destination matters." In so far as I enjoyed the thrill of the train ride, I agree. I used a newly downloaded app to be guided to the correct platform for train changes and daringly managed the whole trip with only digital barcodes on my phone; both novel experiences for this retired traveller who normally likes to err on the side of caution with everything printed out in advance, just in case!
I also indulged in conversations with complete strangers, one of life's greatest pleasures even if we do spend many years teaching our children not to do it.
However, the joy of the journey was still overtaken by the delight of the reunion, with the treasures of The Hepworth in Wakefield a close run second. So many beautiful nut shapes with holes in them and not a sugared doughnut in sight, nor, despite the time of the year, even a fairy light. Indeed whilst the crowds were thronging the shopping streets of West Yorkshire, we very much had the exhibition space to ourselves. I'm a fan of the abstract form of sculpture as created by Barbara Hepworth and Henry Moore, and to wander through a gallery devoted to it was an aesthetic delight.
A reminder, if ever I needed one, that there is still so much to discover within a train ride of your front door, including on the train ride itself.
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