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A path which I had not walked for many years. A minute later, as I reached a path junction, where I would turn left, I heard a voice approaching along the right fork.

Whether I recognised the voice, I can't be certain, but something told me to wait at the junction to exchange socially-distanced pleasantries. The man was walking his dog and, as he came into view I thought that the face was familiar. I was correct in remembering his name and we concluded that we had not met for nearly forty years, when we used to play darts in the same pub.