I was having a conversation with my good friend Jamie Boswell, here in my home town yesterday. His brother Duncan (the man responsible for the superbly executed map of Goblindom in my fantasy anthology Globular Van der Graff’s Goblin Tales for Adults and his girlfriend are soon off to New Zealand, the land I love, for a few weeks. Like most young people operating on a budget, when it comes to seeking a bed for the night, they plan to find a cheap hostel for the first few days they are there. And so I suggested to Jamie that he might mention they utilize the YHA hostels that pepper both of the main islands (North and South) that go to make up the bulk of the country.
Like a lot of people these days, Jamie hadn’t heard of the Youth Hostel Association, despite it being a worldwide organisation. And so I hunted out my life membership card to show him. On opening it, a ghost from the past stared back at me from a grainy 1 x 1/2 ” passport style photograph.
Me aged twenty-six in 1974, a lifetime ago.
Compare that to me today in 2021 at seventy-three… A lot has happened in the intervening forty seven years, not all of it good.
Ah the ticking of time… 😉
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My fur isn’t as glossy, or thick, as it used to be either Jack 😀
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Offhand, I can’t think of anybody but Cary Grant who “aged gracefully,” so I think we’re in the majority, fellas.
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You still have the same beard! LOL
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True. Except these days Robynn it is snow white. 😉
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Time passes…
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