As I was finishing the walk with Ollie yesterday, I was heading past the small playground on Beetley Meadows in the direction of one of the exits.
Two young mums were sitting on a bench inside, watching their children playing on the swings, roundabout, and climbing frame. The children were aged around four and five, and very noisy. Ollie was trailing behind me, sniffing and marking the rows of shrubs along the wooden fences of the houses that back onto the playing field.
Just as I got past the playground’s wire fence, a little boy shouted out to me at the top of his lungs.
“Old man! Old man!”
I turned to see him up at the fence, obviously wanting to say something to me. So I smiled at him, and walked back.
“What is it?”, I asked him. He pointed at Ollie. “I like your dog”. I grinned, and asked him a question.
“How did you know my name?”
He didn’t get it, but his mum smiled.