|Photo by Bridget Lutherborrow|
|Photo via Rachel|
We go to Ground Floor to get breakfast. Hera is there. Hera is from New Zealand. The fact that none of us are particularly phased about running into her at a Newcastle café is pure NYWF magic. I order three types of pastries to share with Alex and the café bring each out on it’s own tiny chopping board. Soon our small table is comically crowded with food on chopping boards and drinks in mason jars.
|I stood on a chair to take this and didn’t die.|
There are people. And wine. And chips. I try and make sure everyone has someone to talk to and no one is lonely. I drink some wine out of a too large plastic cup. Talk to some people. Sian spends a lot of time trying to find someone who can ring a church bell. Turns out Seb can ring a church bell because he “has a knack for things”. Do some little speeches/a tiny panel with the fellow co-directors. Ring the bell. Put on “90s Sun & Surf” playlist because??? Sophie dances by herself to Mambo Number 5 and I laugh and laugh.
|Photo via Tim.|
Talk to Sophie for the longest time. Have the kind of conversation where everything else melts away. The hardest thing is that these conversations feel so normal in moments like this that you forget it isn’t normal and that you live a long way apart. You forget how fleeting and special it is. But also that it why moments like this are fleeting and special.