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Our third date, the third in 24 hours, was a walk in this park. We still walk here, pretending its exercise although we’ve never broken a sweat, or gotten out of breath.

Conversation tends to wind to work, his work. Walking and talking allows me to watch other, more diligent, walkers and their mudded hounds while I make agreement noises. We have a regular route, a circuit through the gate, past the side of the dam, across the field, over the stream via a metal bridge and back to the car.

The park was quieter than usual on this afternoon. Perhaps it was the dark, angry sky and rumour of a coming storm. Or perhaps we were so immersed in work-related ranting that we didn’t take as much notice of the hounds and their owners as we usually do.

(Photos taken at Emmerentia Dam, Johannesburg.)