There is an old wooden bench on our lane. Just a bench at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. It is not at a bus stop (we don't have one), it is not beside somebody's house. For all the years I've lived here (over 15) I've often wondered about that bench.
Then on Saturday evening when I was coming home from another traumatic visit to Mum I made a discovery.
There were two people sitting on the bench. There were two people sitting on the bench and staring straight ahead of them with contented smiles on their faces. Well you have to turn aside and look don't you. Have to see what they are sitting there for and so obviously enjoying.
Yeah, can see why the bench is there now.