Claverley

I took a trip down Memory Lane last week, although my memory wasn't quite up to it. I took an elderly lady (even older than me, that is) to Claverley. It's the village where she raised her family and where I used to go to stay with my very first schoolfriend. I can't say I recognised a lot. Then we visited a mutual friend and reminisced about people we had known. It's a very bizarre feeling, exhuming a part of yourself and bringing it into the present. I can't decide whether the past is really a place better left unvisited or if I am resolving something, somehow.
The good part is that I have the feeling that these links have a purpose, although hazy.