Dried bananas

Ruth and I managed to get out for a couple of hours' walk this afternoon, on our own - a rare treat. We walked down Wyming Brook and back up, with the wild waters rushing beside us (see extra).

A rare treat of another kind was the pack of dried bananas that I brought with me, having found it unexpectedly on the 'reduced items' shelf in Holland and Barratts. This was all about nostalgia.  When Ruth and Jack were small, I used to buy these little oblong packs to take on walks or other outings. The contents look forbidding: dark and wrinkled and definitely not edible. More like something a bit sinister that you might see in a museum cabinet. But bite into one, and they're like particularly chewy toffee: very sweet, and probably the kind of thing that would keep you alive for five days while you waited to be rescued from a cave/mountain top/other inaccessible location.  We chewed and chatted, contentedly.