Can you have too many memories in your head? The weather was horrible today, really cold and a few spits of rain every now and again, but by about 2.30 I felt like a caged animal so decided to drive to R and have a walk about and visit my dad while there. I walked across the common where S and I once had a meeting. Nothing much seemed to have changed so that was weird. I walked through the church yard and saw quite a few names I remembered, including P's grandad. I remember him dying - and what I was up to at the time. Not literally at the moment but that month/year (April 95). Incredible that its been almost 13 years. After I walked round the block of the village, which is a 2 mile loop. Again, many things seemed the same but some had changed. When you walk, it gives you lots of time to think and I reminisced big time. Almost every step, every house I could remember something or someone from years ago. Lots of memories. Its a bit of a paradox really, going 'home' is supposed to be a good thing, but so many of the thoughts made me, maybe not sad exactly but melancholic. But my dad seemed okay.