As I set off with Ollie yesterday, I walked past two young mums pushing toddlers on the swings in the small playground. I had seen one of them before, and politely nodded to her as I went by.
The other young woman turned and asked her “Do you know him?”
The first one shook her head, replying “No, but he’s always here whenever I bring Chloe to the swings. I see him walking here all the time. I just think of him as the old man walking”.
This was all said less than twenty feet fom me. I presume they thought my craggy face and sparse silver hair also affected my hearing.
As I went through the gate of Hoe Rough, I was smiling. Their exchange had made me think of the film ‘Dead Man Walking’. In the film, a prisoner on death row is preceded by a prison guard as he moves around. The guard calls out “Dead man walking! Dead man walking here!” https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112818/
Perhaps I should employ someone to walk ahead of me?
He could call out “Old man walking! Old man walking here!” 🙂