March

Today, after music class, we went to the canal. In our favourite place, there by the metal ducks and wooden benches at the very end of the water, a young man came and sat beside us in the cold sunlight and asked if it was all right if he practised his guitar for a while.

Audrey watched him very carefully. The man laughed and asked why she was pulling faces at him. "Her granddad used to play guitar for her a lot," I answered him with a smile. "He passed away a few weeks ago."

I hadn't been sure I was going to write about that here. I'm still not really sure what exactly I'll say. But it was a really nice moment, today, and I know that we were both thinking about him.