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On home turf

Oh my goodness, it makes you feel old. It really, really does. When you utter the words, 'I came here on a geography field trip', with the nonchalance of it being mere months ago, only to do the maths and realise it was actually twenty six years ago. Twenty six years! Twenty six years since I rolled up my school trousers and dipped my toes in to the icy River Alyn to measure the water flow.

Some days, it really does feel like it was just last summer. On others? It's as though it happened to a different person. The location's the same but the memories have faded. And if the water hadn't been so horribly cold when I waded in with my stopwatch and bucket, I'm not so sure that I would have any recollection of it at all.