Where do old friendships go when life creates a wrinkle in time and place?

Old friendships just wait quietly in the head and heart until another wrinkle pulls the whole thing back together. 

Wrinkles, it seems,are quite the thing. We have both collected some along the way. 36 years since Angela and I met in person,and many years with little contact because life happens, but then the internet happened and reconnections and natterings can begin again.

We trained at the same time in London, lived our twenties in Brighton, a city that was as much fun as any city can be and then life washed us both into the port city of Plymouth. Being used to fun we sought it out, or more likely created it until the tides, or wrinkles, of life set us on the path of a 36 year gap.

You know nothing has changed when the same daft stuff makes you laugh.

This gorgeous little wooden boat was built by Angela’s Obstetrician. His hands crafted this boat, but she last saw them wielding a pair of forceps between her knees. Both activities with great outcomes and exactly the sort of thing we would find funny. 36 years apart blinked away by laughter.