The Malvern Hills
Two friends of mine are about to leave for New Zealand; one has taken a job with the Police in Auckland. We were one of the last stops on their tour before they leave, a convenience as we live close to one of their families. They lived here, one for most of his life and the other for a couple of years before and after their marriage.
We decided to take a walk up the Malvern Hills; an ever-present landmark close to where they used to live, and were blessed with warm, if somewhat damp weather and low cloud cover — so low in fact that we couldn't complete the ascent to the peak, but I was able to get a handful of nice photographs.
One of the notable processes of recent years is that of friends moving away, either for work or family reasons; building their lives in the places that the world, not wholly under their control, pushes or pulls them to. It's not something I am immune to, either, and there are changes ahead in my life that will put distance between myself and the regularity and comfort of almost fifteen years. It's a positive change, and something I am looking forward to greatly, but it is not without it's own melancholy.
This was also most likely my last walk on the Malvern Hills, perhaps not forever, but certainly in this stage of my life.