Not quite as ‘in touch with nature’, but I was in my local hip cool cafe, one of those hippie meets hipster places with bicycles on the ceiling and mason jar lights and the chairs are all ex-primary school wooden chairs or 60’s vinyl, and the local hip cool professionals (ie me
) go to plug in our laptops and (in my case) earplugs bcs of the godawful music, and look intensely at our screens while we read email or browse Pinterest...
And all at once, the cafe turns red. A host, a crowd of red-hatted ladies — seemed like hundreds of them, chattering like the parrots in the park - every single one of them over 60, and in every kind of red hat you could imagine... the noise was deafening and they skittered around doing whatever old ladies in red hats do in hip cool cafes (not a laptop to be seen, mind) . And then they were gone.. like they’d never been there. Except maybe for the enormous pile of discarded teapots and half-eaten scones and jam and cream. And it was fully two weeks before I realised I might not see that sight again in my lifetime and it had never occurred to me to pick up my phone