In the midst of an fleeting episode of sun, I stopped into a tourist information office on the main street of Largs in western Scotland. Are there hikes nearby? I inquired. A middle-aged woman, very friendly, showed me what she had that could help, a few brochures and a pamphlet printed by a local church.
'I'm not much of a walker myself,' she said several times as she pointed out on a map some places she'd visited herself when a girl 'on my bicycle.'
I spoke of my longing to be out under the sky tramping over the moors back from the sea.
I asked her, on another head, where I could buy muffin tins for making popovers. She'd never heard of those but she was rapturous about muffins she'd had in the states: 'So light, not stodgy.'
Between us in those few minutes we kindled a warmth that sent me away full of energy and pleasure. A simple encounter, not how thirsty I had been for it.
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