Someone - we won't name them, but they're close to me - was reminiscing today.
(Ah, memories!)
He walked behind Skipton castle (as you do), along a meandering pathway. From a certain viewpoint, next to the obligatory happy gushing waterfall, it looked very much like The Alhambra in Granada, Spain. And then he thought of an odd tourist spot called Ironbridge that he'd visited on a similarly sunny Sunday (very popular but you wonder why). And then he remembered the person that connected the two places: the woman he had experienced The Alhambra and Ironbridge with.
And then he sent a text message to that person, after a year of not doing so (due to an awful fight, lasting several emails).
And she replied by text message, about as positively as he could have hoped for.
Ah, technology.
Ah, memories.
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