Of all dates in the year, I find this among the most significant. Who really sees that face in the mirror as you shave away the previous 24 hours? It jolts you into the reality of time, another year almost gone and you hadn’t noticed. Thereafter, on Fridays, I would cycle to the nearby grand metropolis of Frenchpark, where I’d get “the messages” for my mother. The three kilometres there was some distance for a small boy on a child’s bike but a long straight stretch on it seemed to go on forever.
