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At the weekend I met up with my old school (and 6th form) mate Dave, who I haven't seen for twenty years. In a surprise to me it was a lot of fun and reminded me of a whole chapter of my life that I think I'd dumped in the memory bin.

I'm truly awful at keeping in touch with people, I think it's a rare piece of self doubt that as soon as I don't see people for a while I can't imagine that they'd ever want to hear from me again. I must remember that this is stupid, and I have met some fantastic people in my life span and should occasionally make some effort to see them!

Additionally I learned there's a nice pub in Bamford called the Anglers (something featuring the word angler at least) and it's definitely going to have to feature on a future "nature walk".

Took the dog to the pub for the first time in a very long time. We've been getting an increasing amount of "nice to see you, where's the dog?" comments in recent times. So we finally took him. I underestimated just how much he enjoys going to the pub. He's had a super smug happy glow for the rest of the day.

We're going to have to take him back soon, as a lot of his fanbase were missing tonight.