It's surprising how you soon slip back into familiarity with places. Today I walked through the 'old' main entrance to the Market Hall without so much as a thought. Only once I was inside did I remember that this entrance has been closed for about twenty years and only comparatively recently re-opened.
Later, I walked down Halcyon Road my head full of my own thoughts. It was so familiar, and yet so changed. Gone all the houses on the left hand side (now the multi-storey car park). I remembered my father's friend Mr Whitehead who lived in one. Gone half the market. Gone the narrow lane leading past Jary's Upholsterers to the Highweek chip shop, Treacle Hill, St Mary's Hall, Bradley Lane. Now we have a huge road junction, ASDA, sheltered flats galore. Times and places change, and yet our minds adapt so easily. For all the scenery was so different, I was still walking up Halcyon Road and still knew where I was and where I was going.
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