This is a winter version of the picture that used to occupy the end wall of the canteen of the place I used to work forty years ago. We strolled to Llyn Mair and Tan y Bwlch Station in the unnatural heat. When we were sorting stuff I discovered a photo of my family sitting on a wall in 1962. That was somewhere on the road walk from the bus stop to Tan y Bwlch station, and Janet and I may well have passed that site too.
I’ve thrown away a lot of the past (not that picture) over the last few weeks – but the past is still there in my head (until nothing is). I’d sooner throw away the past than throw away the future. That sounds almost meaningless until you realise that’s exactly what we just voted to do.