St. Albans, Hertfordshire

This morning I sat in a leather armchair at a large hearth in Waterend Barn. I was half watching the flames, half contemplating my life in the pages of my red Moleskine notebook.
It was a friend request on Facebook from someone I'd last seen in 19997, and before that in 1989, that triggered an emotional roller coaster through the last two decades... a ride that I thoroughly enjoyed.