They walk side-by-side with the slow pace of people who have nowhere else to be, despite the bitter cold. The wind leads them on as they follow the footpath, which eventually winds its way to a playground.
‘I didn’t know this was here. Eight years and I still feel like a tourist,’ he says, crossing his arms against the cold.
‘It’s easy to follow the same routine,’ she smiles as she makes her way to the swings. ‘But if it makes you feel any better, most of this was added after you started teaching here.’ Read the rest of this entry »