At Ease

We found ourselves late this evening in one of those slightly upmarket coffeeshops characteristic of the times in which we live. The sort of place one tends to take for granted, yet which would have seemed exotic in the extreme when I was a callow youth. I'm told it opens for a full twenty-four hours a day - which, even today, seems a touch exotic. Just round the corner from this hostelry was a large supermarket, which we popped into before heading home, just to check-out the bananas. Closing time was a more-than-reasonable 11.00 pm. Again, unimaginable in days of yore.

In the event we gave the bananas a miss since they weren't up to expectations, and drove home from the north of the island in a comfortable twenty-five minutes or so on the excellent highway.

This all sounds a bit like an advertisement for this Far Place, and in a small way it is. It's useful to remind oneself occasionally of how much can be available to us simply by the good luck of being in the right place at the right time.